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Post by ashestoashes on Dec 22, 2021 13:52:04 GMT -5
PRIMAL INSTINCT
Regulus E'tan walked with his group of hunters curious to see what would happen today. His favorite gatherings were ones involved with clans bickering with one another with the he said she said type of deal. Didn't concern him any since it didn't directly affect The League. Regulus's group had been doing well but he wasn't unaware of the fact that something could pop up at anytime. Still...he enjoyed the peace they had for the time being. The black grey tom made himself a spot near the leader looking around. "I'd apologize for being late but I could care less honestly. Huh looks like we got some new things going on." He wasn't unaware of what was going on with the clans, his network was pretty tight with information thanks to his assassin's and proxies. Still he was hoping for a fun time tonight.
Edited Dec 22, 2021 13:54:08 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
SunClan Among the other janus Skipstep glanced around, wondering when SpringClan would arrive. He was intrigued by SummerClan coming in dressed to the nines, not a single clan member missing a crown.
He imagined what it was all about would be made clear soon enough, but really he wanted to see his sister and her clan. Clans were still trickling in so there was hope Jetstar and SpringClan would make an appearance soon enough.
Then he spotted Vividcanary walking right up alongside her mother Littlestar to compliment Sunstar on her crown. Chuckling the tom shifted his focus from the absence of his sister and her clan, to go stand by his mate and daughter.
His tail twitched a little at Poppymask's calling his daughter a 'Sun-kitty'. "From what I understand SummerClan has cats designated to care for their flowers and plants, much like we use body paint to distinguish ourselves from the other clans." He told his daughter lightly. "Only makes sense they'd have good flowers for flower crowns." Jadiewoofracer
DayClan
Burningsummer no longer led any clan, hadn't for a few years now, but oh boy did she get a sense of satisfication having Glowstar go off. The ginger she cat letting out a small huff of agreement, tail flicking behind her. Soaringbird rolling her eyes at her sister. But she understood, Burningsummer adored kits, it had been a soft spot for her. Resulting in her adopting numerous litters before she finally settled down with Nightshadeintuition as her mate.
So of course the fiery ginger cat would strongly dislike Wintrystar.
Though Soaringbird did note how both SummerClan and WinterClan seemed decked out. "Think something's going on?" Soaringbird asked her sister.
Burningsummer shrugged. "Whatever it is, I imagine we'll find out soon enough." She said, "Let's find a spot near the leaders to ensure we get a good view." She said.
He had originally entertained the idea of attending the gathering of the clans as a way of gathering intel. While his nemesis has been and would always be the one he found himself ingratiated with the most, danger lurked around every corner, and while he believed himself to be the biggest threat the weak could face, you could never be too sure. Experienced in the art of utter betrayal via those you were meant to trust, Draven saw this event as something of an informational gold mine. Not only would it educate him on the political connections between the clans, but also offer him ideas of who could turn out to be useful in the end. Though he very much doubted he’d find himself relying on anyone, the idea of support was oddly nice.
The Ghost King of SpringClan kept to the edges of the gathering, observing the interactions of those who at any other time would undoubtedly be at each others throats. The politics of this grand society were enough to make him wish he were still dead. He shook himself and padded forward, nodding quickly to the leaders he passed by, though overall not paying them much mind. He was an invisible entity for the past several years, he doubted anyone would pick up his presence and if they had, would they be so bold as to say anything?
"Yes we do, and you're in fact talking to SummerClan's most senior Garden Keeper," Poppymask replied to Skipstep's comments even though the Janus had not been speaking to her, "Tending to our gardens is a full-time job for many SummerClan cats, we take it very seriously. After all, flowers and plants serve nigh infinite purposes, from delivering pleasant aromas, to fashion, healing, and so on." Jetclaw
SUNCLAN
"Wow, that's so cool! If that's the case, then body paints aren't really a fair comparison, daddy," Vividcanary said, turning her attention to Skipstep and leaning into his side, "We have cats that specialize in using paints, but they still have other jobs, too. I wonder what kind of art we could create if we had a whole rank of cats whose only job was to create it?" Jetclaw
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HAVILAH'S RENEGADE REGIME - GROUP ARRIVAL
Commander Havilah entered the clearing from the West, which was the opposite direction than they had come from in previous Gatherings. To either of his sides stood his Superiors, Brilliance and Loelia, with only a handful of other cats following behind them. This group was pathetically small compared to any others gathered, although they walked with the confidence of a proper Clan; heads held high, ears erect, tails in the air, and with order like proper soldiers.
Havilah eventually broke away from the group and padded up the the other leaders, bowing his head in respect to each one before silently taking his place where Commander Shule used to sat, "You aren't late, Regulus E'Tan. You beat my Renegade Regime's arrival. I aught to be ashamed."
His talking was... awkward. Havilah wasn't a schmoozer and didn't exactly want to have a conversation with any of the leaders. But that was part of the job, so he was trying. ashestoashes
Eshek prowled into the clearing with her kits, tense despite her lazy, relaxed muscles about their first public appearance. She devoted little effort to hiding the fact she’d entered with the League from DayClan; it was more or less an open secret, like it had been with Luc and Sen before her, that she led a double life — and, either way, she had more important things to worry about than Glowstar’s disapproval.
She didn’t drift from her gaggle of kits, standing ominously by their side with her eyes watchful and her tail-tip twitching in an undisguised threat; the languidness of her posture was almost more menacing than her usual sharpness, like her violence itself was more relaxed and universal, like she’d rip out a friend’s throat just as dispassionately as she would a stranger’s if they came near her kits. Finally, she crouched down and, after scanning the clearing one last time to make sure it was safe, turned to smile at them. “Go embarrass your dad,” she growled, her eyes slitted and her grin lovingly vicious. achromaticsunlightbauble and gold <3
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Doe limped in self-consciously at the very fringes of the League’s entourage with a defiant little rosemary flower tucked behind one tear, looking and feeling like a little lamb that had been taken in by a slabbering pack of wolves. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes guilty and embarrassed. To go from hating the very ground the League — the group that caused him and Shaded such suffering — walked on, to taking refuge with them and finding out they really weren’t that bad at all, if one ignored the general uncouthness and senseless debauchery, was the most humbling thing that ever could have happened to Doefreckle. Rather than looking fearful, he just looked chastened, and a little humiliated.
But that all changed the second he saw Sunstar. As the League dispersed around him, whooping and running amok and inflicting themselves on the other Clans, he just stood gazing at her — his breath caught in his throat, his heart skipped a beat; all he could think was how beautiful she looked, and he wanted nothing more than to tell her, to congratulate her, to have their friendship back.
But he didn’t. Instead, all his genuine softness stripping away, he strolled past her, stopping beyond the other leaders but right in her line of sight, and told her with over-excited, beaming cheerfulness, “oh my gosh, Sunpetal! You went with the baby’s breath! Cheap, common, but I suppose in your family’s position you have to take what you can get, don’t you? Which explains your fiancé!” He laughed, harmless and happy for her on her special day. “And the yellow roses!” he gushed. “A bold choice with your complexion but I’m sure no one will notice the thinning fur.” He smiled and tilted his head, eyes squishing up; they were the one thing that wasn’t keeping up with the sarcastic sweetness, just genuinely wounded and hateful. He didn’t care who heard — didn’t care about anything. There was just this petty, broken friendship tearing both their hearts out. “Have a lovely ceremony,” he purred, and, with one last look, turned away. The maliciousness faded to grief as soon as he did so. woof
He’d been heading for Shaded and Lilydawn, and the second he reached them the vindictive mask melted away, replaced by softness and worry. “Hi,” he breathed with a genuine, relieved little smile, a little out of breath as he leaned up to brush his muzzle against Shaded’s cheek and then leaned down to brush it against Lily’s. “You look thin,” he fretted anxiously to his daughter, despite the fact she looked just as solid as always, “are you eating? Is your husband treating you well?” Without waiting for an answer or saying anything of his own exile, too aware of the short time they had together, he turned back to Shaded, raising his eyes to look at him with gentle, concerned love. Leaving him had been the hardest part. “And you? How are you, my love?” He didn’t ask about SummerClan, didn’t ask about Sunstar; if they were alone he might have, might have given in to how desperate he was to know about them beyond what he could glean from looking around, and one day soon he might force Shaded to meet him in secret and give him all the details down to the minutest change in bee activity while he nodded frantically and soaked it all up, but now he was stubbornly sticking to his and Sunstar’s friend break-up. He didn’t let himself feel how horrible, how aching, it was to be surrounded by his Clan and their flower crowns and not have come in with them, to be among them but have no idea what was going on in their lives, in their camp, in their territory. If he stopped and thought about it, his heart would never stop breaking and he wouldn’t be able to cope. And then there was the strangeness with Hywel waiting for him back at his adoptive home… He just had to compartmentalise and push it all down for later. goldcrest
(Sorry sorry If I miss anyone's tags XD Like 6 cats decided to talk to Littlestar while I was at work apparently)
The silver she-cat looked amused at the exchange between Dawnflicker,Weevilspike and Sunstar as her daughter approached them, giving the other leader and apolgetic smile before licking the top of Vividcanary's head "Speaking of family, This is my daughter Vividcanary, and one of our newest Janus. This is her first gathering" she didn't chastise her for the interruption especially as they were the only two clans there at the moment. woofGidgetGalJadiefox
She let her mate take over as her daughter began talking with Poppymask, and Glowstar arrived "Not late, but it's about time you joined us Glowstar" she greeted with a warm smile, but was surprised not to see her mother at her side "I suppose Foxstar will be joining us shortly?" FaithJetclaw
Her gaze flickered over to the WInterClan cats as Glowstar pointed them out. Something was definitely out of the ordinary, like both SummerClan and WInterClan were out here to put on a show. It seemed like these gatherings were becoming far more about pageantry than the actual exchange of information.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roseshade took her place with the other medicine cats, decorated appropriately for the wedding even though it had taken her some convincing to wear the required atire. The WinterClan medicine cat had never been a very approachable cat, but tonight she seemed even more guarded and distanced than usual. The sleek golden bengal had lost some weight, and walked with a tenseness in her shoulders that hadn't been present before. Piercing blue eyes, a dare for other cats to approach.
Eclipsepaw gasped as the other cats came into view, the stunning array of flowers, paints, and feathers. The young she-cat was nearly bouncing in place, eager to go and speak to all the other cats there. She waited until she thought her older sister wasn't paying attention, before darting off towards some of the summerclan cats. She had heard her older brother was going to marry one of them, and she wanted to lay eyes on the she-cat herself before the wedding! Like the other members of WinterClan's royal family, the apprentice was wearing some Holly behind her ear and a stone necklace around her neck. BUT WHO WAS THE BRIDE? Well, obviously it had to be the prettiest she-cat here with the most elaborate crown. Her mother wouldn't let her big brother marry just anyone after all! She ran straight up to Rosepetal looking up at the deputy with wide eyes "HI! My name is Eclipsepaw" she introduced herself cheerfully "I love your flower crown, it is really pretty" she leaned in close, circling around the she-cat with big eyes "I think the two of us are going to be great friends! Well if you decide to keep my brother around after the wedding that is" paosunlight
Skipstep blinked, considering this information. "So it would seem," He mused a soft expression on his face as he looked down at his daughter. "And that is true, but I suppose our painters can also include those who do murals like your sister Phoenixpaw, she's done some dabbling with them right?"
"But maintaining plants is a good job, a boon to your clan for sure." Skipstep added to Poppymask, before glancing past her noting some SpringClan cats starting to slip in along with a dark tom at the head of the group.
He blinked, he didn't recognize the tom. He wasn't Goldengriffon or that she cat Jetstar always had around the leadership pair.
"Excuse me, are you SpringClan's representative?" He asked as he eyed Draven when he joined the leaders. "Is Jetstar ill?" ѕнαdow✩Jadieracer
Summerclan "Hey, Doefreckle," Rosethorn called out, having overheard his comments from the place where she sat. His betrayal had pained her nearly as much as his exile had- they had started to cultivate a growing friendship after her return from Nightclan. It hurt her just to see him here, looking rather forlorn before the malice kicked in. Still, his comments were inexcusable and the deputy inserted herself into the conversation, mostly into an attempt to help Sunstar save face on her wedding day. "Shut the hell up, will you? Petty isn't a good look on you."
His back was to her now, and he was talking with Shadedsun and another she-cat, so she didn't know if he'd even respond. Hopefully her response to his snide remarks meant Sunstar could ignore them, but she wouldn't blame the she-cat if she decided to retaliate to the overly gauche commentary. wooffox
It was Lilydawn who first caught sight of Doefreckle, neck craned to watch the League make their way in, a distasteful curl on her lips that soon turned to confusion as she spotted him. Immediately, from where she was catching Shadedsun up on her life, she stopped, gave a quiet, dull, “Doefreckle’s back,” because it hadn’t quite set in yet. Seeing him with them almost, almost, a betrayal, but she tried to push her bias down to greet him, watched with curiosity as he stopped to talk to the new Summerclan leader. As she shared the news, Shadedsun went to move, get up and go find him himself, found himself meeting Doefreckle halfway from their old spot. He stayed quiet, let him talk and fret over their daughter because he had missed hearing his voice, let his own worry for the tom melt away.
“What?” Lilydawn blinked, a little lost because he was carrying on like nothing had ever happened, “yes, I’m fine — what are you doing with them of all people? And how did you manage to piss off Summerclan this much? They’re the most lenient, softest bunch of —“
With a single lifted paw, a slight wave, and a, “don’t be rude,” Lilydawn cut herself off, because he usually never chided her, though she could tell there was a certain bitterness in his voice, that he wasn’t too serious. Without another word, he pulled Doe into his fluff, holding like he would disappear the moment he let go, though the embrace was soft and easily escapable.
“Freckles, no need to worry about me. Are you safe?” Picking his head up from where he had let it rest atop Doe’s, he pulled away, taking a long moment to figure out what he wanted to say — there was nothing to talk about, there was everything to talk about, there was too much to talk about — so instead, he crouched a little lower because he knew both of them were much shorter than him and it would only be fair, and gave an unsure smile, “Springclan’s just arrived and I’m a little nervous,” his voice was low, and the words were both an attempt at a joke and to clear the air. fox
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This many cats was bound to make anyone nervous, let alone Laertes who already had the tendency to worry about anything anyway. He stuck close to his mother, would have hid between her legs if he were small enough, but he had grown through an exceptional growth spurt lately and was now too big, looked awkward as he trailed his family, more like a weird, gangly teenager than a kit. He was still entirely convinced that someone was out to get him somehow, that that very person was in this clearing with them, though he tried to push away his nervous tremor, focus on where he was walking and not being left too far behind.
Go embarrass your dad. He looked around, focused on Bermondsey like a hunter had caught his prey, except there was nothing exceptionally hunter-esque about him — he was more the prey, really, by the he shook like he had just walked into the wolf’s den — but he made his way towards him, keeping himself low to the ground and as small as possible, finally taking his place just beside his father like he had rose from the ground itself.
“Father,” he said loudly, putting on the face of a clueless kit, “Mother said to remind you that she still has to smooth the fur from behind your ears — the spot you can’t ever reach. She knows how you try to look your best.” It was said in such a deadpan, innocent way, like he was trying to be helpful but didn’t quite have a filter yet. wont bother tagging LOL
SUMMERCLAN "Down boy." Rateye swiftly cuffed Weevilspike over the head, nearly knocking off his flower crown, before turning to acknowledge Glowstar, Regulus, and Havilah with a gracious smile and respectful dip of his head. He was both surprised and pleased by the large turnout of the gathering; while Summerclan hadn't had much of a relationship with most of these clans in the past, if his daughter played her cards right, all of the leaders sitting in the branches around them might start seeing their clan in a brand new light.
But those thoughts halted in their tracks when Doefreckle approached. Poor, dumb dumb stupid Doefreckle. It was almost impressive, watching someone who had literally lost everything find the audacity to approach the single, only cat with the power to return it, and open his mouth just to say that. Open mouth, insert foot indeed; it was more like metaphorically seeing his jaw unhinge like a snake to shove his foot down. Despite his absolute worst effort - honestly, Poppymask could come up with better in her sleep - it was clear Doe's heart wasn't in it though; one of the odder skills Rateye had picked up from being with his mate for so long was being able to tell when someone actually meant their petty insults, though he wasn't sure if either of his eldest kits would be able to spot the difference. He wasn't sure if Doefreckle had even noticed he was there, so blindly focused on Sunstar, as if she was the one who's opinion actually mattered in this little predicament of his. But that was a discussion for later. Much, much later. "Rude," he muttered with a dismissive snort, carefully hiding the smirk on his muzzle. Subtly, he placed the tip of his tail on Sunstar's shoulder, a small reminder to not let Doe's words effect her. At least, not here, not with all these eyes watching.
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 23, 2021 0:01:14 GMT -5
WINTERCLAN
"He's so well dressed, no one would dare interrupt such a beautiful wedding," There was a humorous tint to his tone and a small smile on his face as he leaned slightly closer to his mate. Neither of them had been so fancy at their wedding... then again they hadn't known each other. This was considered much more important to the clan. He was surprised so many were in favor of diluting winterclan's blood and marrying an outsider, especially the blessed. "Makes me wonder what's really going on, seeing as he's marrying an outsider." Griffonwing couldn't care less about blood status, it was merely fact that he was pureblooded winterclan. Jadie
"Oh, it's actually pretty simple if you think about it," Rosemaryblight replied, wrapped her tail around Griffonwing's. It was probably the most intimidate she'd ever been with him, "Wintrystar needed to do something with Reapingnight. Her daughters are kitten machines. Her other son is a Knight. But what about Reapingnight? All he ever does is follow Pomegranatedecay around like a lost puppy, doing whatever it is she tells him to do. He was turning into a waste so instead she made him into a pawn. Relations between WinterClan and SummerClan should improve with this and maybe she even toys with the idea of him becoming leader. It's pretty smart of her." uniqcrim
COMMANDER SHULE'S REGIME She was later than Havilah, perhaps for the fact that he simply had to take trails they were used to, and though closer by distance, Shule herself had new land to trek to the gathering place. There were notable cats missing from her group, many of whom appeared to be coming from Havilah's side of things, with a notable exception that her mate was nowhere to be seen. To her cats there was still the twinge of smoke, and for once the Commander's paws weren't pristine white. In fact, she donned a worn aviator cap, with dead cold eyes and a walk less proud, more sharp. What seemed like a grease stain swished across her cheek, and puncture marks were pale scars on her chest, marring the perfect sentinel lines she once had. Clearly something had gone down since the Regime split, but it was more than that. Shule herself seemed different, as if all manner of light had left, leaving but cold metal and soulless crystal eyes behind.
The mostly black feline didn't acknowledge anyone as she climbed to her place, only to see Havilah sitting it. "And the traitor shows his face." He would notice the difference in her immediately, the clearly cat-claw marks on her chest and Sean's absence. She stood, for the moment, saying nothing more, simply staring at her ex-Superior. Jadie
DAYCLAN Of course Foxstar had to drift in after her mate, though she followed suspiciously late. Her paws were a tad too clean and the body paint further down her legs seemed just a tad faded. Her scent was fresh like running water, not at all her own, scrubbed clean from just about anything in a way that would make any sane cat suspicious. Even still, she met up with her mate, quickly wrapping herself around Glowstar with a rumbling purr. Twin to Glowstar, a leader of DayClan in her own right, but one forged out of infamy and the dark tales one didn't want to tell their kits. With the gaze of a predator and smile as charming as any siren, twisting invisible ropes around anyone too naive to avoid her. "Late or not, you always make a stunning entrance, none can compare." She told her mate with a grin. Faith
WINTERCLAN Skeletalrose drifted in with her siblings, a frigid smile on the clearly pregnant she-cat's face. While her marriage may not have been a union so politically necessary as her littermate, her own pregnancy was important to the clan in it's own right, solidifying the strength of their family. Though her mate didn't seem to be doing so well, but that was besides the point.
Senescence sort of trailed in, not really part of WinterClan's main group, but technically with them nonetheless. After all, she couldn't miss her grandson's wedding, now could she?
NIGHTCLAN While the whole of NightClan was curiously absent, the very last cat anyone actually wanted to see was here, of course. And Doefreckle would be oh so glad to find his shoulders wrapped by a noodly paw, Pinesimmer's stench meeting his nose a mere moment later. Apparently he didn't get a moment to breathe, because he was now trapped, staring into the very same captivating and none-too-kind grin that had charmed him back in SummerClan. "Having fun, dearie?" He purred, patting Doefreckle on the cheek with the paw wrapped around the exile's shoulders. "You're looking a little pale tonight. Is something the matter?" The healer didn't even acknowledge the company around them. fox
"I didn't think rogues were allowed to attend Gatherings," Commander Havilah answered smoothly, his gilded green eyes narrowing as he looked down on the smaller she-cat. He took up as much space as he could on the Regime's traditional branch, giving Shule almost no purchase, "Unless you've come to rejoin the Renegade Regime under me, you had best take your followers and go back to wherever it is you've been living. Speaking of your followers... I'm surprised Sean's not here with you."
Havilah wasn't so perceptive as to look at every cat in the Gathering and determine Sean was not there. No, he'd heard the rumors, and had lodged a very pointed verbal attack at Shule. It was obvious he knew the answer as to why Sean wasn't there. Maybe not all the details, but enough to hurt Shule. Honeystorm
“And suck-up isn’t a good look on you,” Doe called back to Rosethorn cheerily as he limped toward Shaded and their daughter. “But I suppose that’s how you keep clawing your way up to deputy.” He didn’t yet know who the father of her kits was, but the second he found out he’d be irate at the screaming hypocrisy of it.
As Lil spoke to him, Doe let out a breath, trying to calm and ground himself in the moment with his daughter. What are you doing with them of all people? “Yes,” he replied with a sigh, “I don’t think I’ll ever get the smell off me. And they eat like complete uncultured animals, bones and all. You’d think they’d been raised in hell itself, and I suppose they were… But they were the only ones who’d take me.” He let out a rueful little laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly. “The irony isn’t lost on me either, believe me.” At her question, he looked off to the side for a brief moment before looking back at her. “Ohh,” he laughed weakly, waving a vague, sad paw in the air that just made him look more defeated than anything. He was trying to be brave but it was so hard. “You know me… Always pissing off someone.” It wasn’t an answer, so he added a half-truth, giving his daughter a tired smile. “Sunstar and I had a falling out.” When she wasn’t in hearing, he always called her by her true name, was proud of her having it.
When Shaded suddenly bundled him into the bear hug, Doe tensed for a moment on instinct before letting out a laugh and relaxing into it. The warmth of his thick fur was the greatest comfort he’d had since his exile. The familiar smell of him — he wanted to cry, never wanted to be let go of. “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he promised, and when Shaded drew back and crouched down he almost wailed at the loss of him. Doe smiled, leaning down to rest his forehead against Shaded’s and slump against him, letting the contact take his upper body weight as he closed his eyes. He felt so tired all the time. Finally, with a sighing breath, he drew back. “Oh, my love, you’ll be—“
Having fun, dearie? The second Pinesimmer’s scent hit him and his paw curled around his shoulder, Doe flinched, swatting his paw off him and wriggling out to jump away from him. The movements were very inelegant, like someone suddenly seeing a spider on them. “Yes, something’s the matter,” he snapped, but his voice sounded more terrified, more caught off guard, than anything, and he shot a desperate look up front to the leaders, begging them not to see and think he was still continuing with the medicine cat. “You. What are you doing here? Haven’t you ruined enough lives?” Not daring to look at Shaded and Lily, despite how desperately he wanted to apologise to them, he shoved Pinesimmer with his paw and bundled him forcefully away from them. “Not in front of my daughter,” he hissed once they were relatively out of ear shot, his muzzle a breath away from Pinesimmer’s scarred cheek. He had no idea how he’d ever been attracted to him; it had just been a night of grief and anger and lowered inhibitions, and then… another… and another… and another… Enraged and humiliated by his past weakness, and by the thoughts, Doe gave Pinesimmer another rough shove just for the sake of it, growling non-stop in his throat; but Doe wasn’t the strongest, and the medicine cat was far taller, so it felt more impressive than it looked. Honeystormgoldcrest
Pomegranatedecay had turned her back for just a moment to adjust the crown upon Reapingnight‘a head and when she looked back her liftest sister was missing. The she-cat had taken it upon herself to watch over Eclipsepaw and Ghastlypaw, determined they were better examples of the clan than even some of her litter mates. But now, one had run off! With a growl, she turned Ghastlypaw and hissed, “where is your sister?!” She was supposed to have stayed with the family! A united front as was proper at all weddings. Her eye gazed briefly at her other siblings and noted that Deathreign had slipped away as well. Another growl and a hiss and she stalked after them, disappearing into the crowd. Pomegranatedecay needed to find them and fast, before they made a mess of things! uniqcrimCleaverracer
Wintrystar didn’t bother even acknowledging Glowstar as she stepped by? Eyes still locked forward and beginning to take on a bored look. The sovereign was growing impatient and ready to get things moving. Taking note of what clans were missing, she turned to her mate and then to the blessed and family members behind her. Her eyes noted Pomegranatedecay slipping away and narrowed in annoyance. “Where is she going?” The mint eyes trailed after her middle daughter, surprised she of all cats would be breaking protocol considering how favorably and devoted Pomegranatedecay was to maintaining social statuses and appearances. Wintrystar had been ready to request that the wedding begin and order be brought to this constantly chaotic event, but now that would have to wait, for she would not look a fool before her clan or any other due to her children acting out. racerFaithstardanceCleaver
SHULE'S RENEGADE REGIME Shule hadn't seen Sean since he'd attacked her, but Havilah would see a flash across her gaze as he said her ex-mate's name. "I'd say it's sad to see you like this, but you never did listen, did you. Keep the Regime name out of your mouth. You may attempt to lay claim to it, but you'll never be anything more than a poor imitation at best." For the moment, she kept her composure, but that was perhaps only because she knew how many eyes were on her. She'd spent plenty of time crying all on her own with Sean gone, enough to push aside how dead inside she felt, though her gaze betrayed her every step of the way. No longer could she hold that same stoic look, she looked like a shell more than a living being, a vengeful spirit of what she'd been. "I am Commander Shule Escale from now on. I'm still the Regime's leader, whatever you may try to lay claim to." Jadie
NIGHTCLAN Pinesimmer was a noodle, but at least so was Doefreckle, so while the tom's shove did force him back half a step, it really wasn't much overall, as the medicine cat leaned down to his level with a sadistic little grin. "I can ruin plenty more before the night is over. Are you lining up to be first?" He answered swiftly, seemingly not at all fazed despite his missing eye and scarred cheek from his time in SummerClan. fox
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Post by achromatic on Dec 23, 2021 5:35:04 GMT -5
(Time to test my memory with my characters lmfao)
SUMMERCLAN Sunpaw was following quickly behind, assigned to join this gathering as the first time she was here as a medicine cat apprentice. It was strange to her, to come into the gathering all dressed to the nines. Her own crown was of hellebores, pansies and heathers, of white, purple and pinks dappled by the occasional snowdrop and aconites, all plants that grew bloomed as the cold air passed through the clans. Her eyes flickered around. As much as she was happy that SummerClan belonged to themselves now, and as happy as she was, seeing her friend Sunpetal–no, Sunstar now–take a lead, she was...concerned about her friend.
After all, Sunpaw was a romantic. She always imagined herself finding the one, swooning over him being so madly in love, and she herself had a few choices to make in that matter too, but being married to someone in some sort of arrangement, even if it was for SummerClan's benefit...it sounded like a stifling choice. Still, she found herself drifting from her crowd, wandering around. Was NightClan going to be here? She half-dreaded the idea of it too, but there was part of her that hoped to see a certain cat or two. Sagebristle, despite it all, was like a friend to her now, and of course, she knew her brother. Well, more than knew at this point, she was with him. Sunpaw had so many questions, questions she hoped would be answered tonight.
Still, she didn't see them around. She ended up standing next to Racoonpaw. "Do you think NightClan's going to show up tonight?" she asked. Jadie
PI Bermondsey didn't know why Eshek insisted on his kits being here. They were, in his opinion, far too young to be in a place like this where cats were itching for hostility despite the 'peace' that should remain, and where they could catch any illness or disease from any of those mangy other forest cats, but he digressed. It was irrelevant really, and he knew he was mostly here to observe once again. It seemed as if SummerClan had shaken off their conquerors, and he had half a mind to ask them how that was, just to gain some sort of information from it all, but from the looks of it, they were...preoccupied.
It seemed as if they were forming other alliances, how...interesting. He noticed that the cat that had recently...joined their ranks was now taunting the SummerClan leader. His eyes narrowed; he'd have to give him a talk about proper etiquette of course, but then again...they were familiar, no? He knew it'd be better to speak to Doefreckle later; if he was to find refuge in their ranks, however temporarily, he might as well make himself useful...
Then Laertes interrupted his train of thought. He looked down towards his son, blinking slowly at the kit, before using a paw to push him closer towards himself, almost protectively so. "You should stay near your mother, it's safer there," he chided, though it was clear he didn't mean it. He had a soft spot for his son and daughters, after all, but the spot where the deputies sat wasn't a place for a child. Still, he smiled at his son. "One day, maybe you'll be sitting here as a warden too," he purred in a moment of softness, "but you should be looking out for your sisters. Who knows what kind of trouble they'll get into." goldcrest
Nour had immediately shouted a goodbye to her family and dashed right into action, as she always did. Of course, being a kit meant she had absolutely no perception of social cues at ALL and therefore, found the grumpiest looking cat, a cat that seemed to be in the thick of all things, and bounded over, immediately sitting at their paws. That cat just happened to be the WinterClan medicine cat. "Hi!" she greeted with a grin, already starry-eyed at Roseshade. "What's happening? Why is everyone dressed up? Is there something exciting going on? Where are you from anyway?" racer
WINTERCLAN Sinkingsaturn wasn't all too thrilled to have to come to a gathering but in a way, she was glad. Glad that she had never been borne in a time where arranged marriages were a thing. She loved her mother and father dearly, even after they separated, but there was a part of her that knew the sacrifices her mother would've made for their clan, including her and her siblings. She could only breathe a sigh of relief at no longer being relevant enough to garner that sort of attention.
Still, she meandered around the space, wondering what others thought of this. WinterClan had always been so removed from it all, so against having outsiders enter their ranks, and here they were, marrying one of theirs off to the leader of another clan. How strange. @anyone
Eshek smiled at the moment between Ber and their son, feeling a sudden rush of closeness for their little mismatched family. But then a ruckus on the other side of the clearing caught her attention and she looked over with a distracted, jerking movement of her head, half her attention still on the father of her kits. And of course, it was Pine where he shouldn't be, doing what he shouldn't be doing. Brushing her cheek against Ber's, she purred, "good luck" with a sharp, teasing little grin on her face, jerking her nose towards the gaggle of leaders and leaders' mates and leaders' siblings at the base of the tree, and nudged her son gently with her paw. "You comin' with me, baby, or gonna go make some friends?" She gave him a soft, patient smile; she had an idea of what his choice would be. She'd never begrudge his clinging affection; he could be old and married and he'd still be her little boy. goldcrestachromatic
Giving him another smile that made it clear either option was welcome, she turned and, with a lash of her tail to get back into Eshek character, stalked over to Pine. Once she reached them, she clicked her tongue at Doe in greeting, flashing him a casual grin — and grabbed Pinesimmer's ear between her claws like a misbehaving apprentice. "C'mon," she reprimanded him, dragging him forcefully away by the ear before he could cause anymore damage. With Pine turned away from her childhood friend, she looked over her shoulder at him and, frowning in concern, mouthed 'you okay?' When Doefreckle nodded and waved a paw dismissively, looking flustered and annoyed and distressed and very much not okay, she kept her gaze on him for a moment longer before turning back to Pine. When they were a safe distance away, she let go of Pine roughly and only then finally gave him a smiling, bemused little frown, the scolding both amused and sincere. "Lay off him. It’s bad enough he’s in this mess and decoratin’ my League with flowers — did you know he hums? It’s awful, it’s ruinin’ the whole angsty vibe we got goin’ on — but he doesn’t need you bein’ a skeevy weirdo. Sleeping with you is already punishment enough.” It was said with nothing but love. Turning her head away, she muttered under her breath, “and literally everyone seems to have done it before I get to.” Honeystorm (and sunlight if you wanna drag him away for the pregnancy announcement <3)
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Letting out a shaky breath that was borderline tearful, both from stress and relief and how generally overwhelming and distressing and humiliating everything was, Doe averted his gaze from Eshek dragging Pinesimmer away and retreated back to Lily and Shaded, immediately collapsing most of his weight against his best friend's side and resting his cheek against his neck. "I hate weddings," he laughed to them, shoulders shaking up slightly, the joke weak and tired; he sniffed and brushed the back of his good paw against his nose. He just wanted to go home, wanted to limp into the familiar camp with all the early morning scents and quiet sounds after a Gathering and sprawl out beside Shaded in the warrior's den. But he didn't have a home anymore. So, he just turned his head, burying his face into Shaded's fur so he could forget for a few minutes and just be here, and let out a grieving sigh. Hidden away, his mouth downturned for a moment like he was going to cry, but he forced it away and pushed the feelings down. He'd cry later. For now, he was here with Shaded and their daughter, where he had a place; it was as alright as it would ever be.
Oh, to just hang onto that fleeting contentment from moments before, where she could just for a second enjoy this role she'd envied before. The feeling of being properly acknowledged by the other leaders was indescribable and incomparable, and Sunstar found herself relaxing just that little bit, though she never once leaned away from Weevilspike and in fact kept tightening her grip on him, refusing him any opportunities to leave had he wanted to.
She nodded bashfully at Littlestar and her father's exchange, greeted Glowstar with a quiet mew, and then turned to give the snow-dusted Wintrystar a respectful dip of her head, not as fearful as she'd been of the Sovereign as during their last meeting. "Good evening, Wintrystar. Your clan looks absolutely magnifi-" She broke off as her eyes wandered the clan in question, the appraisal slamming in its tracks as she recognized the face of her soon-to-be husband. StarClan, why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it have been the other, Wintrystar's fidgeting Knight from that day? Anyone but him.
Desperate, quaking panic seized her chest, and Sunstar's tail became a vicegrip around Weevilspike's; just a minute before, it was tethering him to her, but now it was the only thing that rooted her to this place. Only her brother would catch this shift in her demeanor, while everyone else would just see the young queen with her impenetrable eyes and mask of wonder. fox
It slipped when Doe showed up, passed by just long enough to needle his vile insults and bring the hatred back in a rush, then went off on his merry way, but before she could react and possibly damage any credibility she hoped to gain tonight, her deputy and father intervened on her behalf. Sunstar gave them each a grateful look that was tinged with an aching sadness- a sadness she would clamp down on for now but would creep back up as SummerClan left to return home, when she would hurry on ahead and let Rosethorn take the helm of the clan so she could let her tears run free where no one would witness; a deep and profound sadness for what they'd been reduced to, once friends, now separated by an open, still-bleeding wound. "I see nothing has changed," she observed bitterly to herself, keenly noticing the way Pinesimmer strung himself around Doefreckle, and turned back to the other leaders before Eshek could pull him off and chastise him. "Are we waiting for anyone in particular, or shall we begin? There's a lot we need to take care of tonight," she smiled. pao @faith HoneystormashestoashesJadieѕнαdow✩racer
Silently, the absence of SwiftClan plagued her. If Heavystar didn't bring his clan tonight, she'd just have to send a patrol to fetch back Devotedcrow, their still missing-in-action former deputy.
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Antpaw's face lit up at Lacelily's question, just an invitation for her to keep rambling. "Oh, of course I have! I go down to the Southern Sea a lot and wrastle them, but I think I'm the only one who eats them. I just love slurping them up when they're fresh out the sea! They're salty and slide right down my eso-esofa- my throat. You don't even have to chew!" Everything that came out the ruddy she-cat's mouth was more strange and unnerving than the last, and the careless way Antpaw pawed at falling snowflakes highlighted the fact that she didn't notice or didn't care about how these things were perceived by others.
PRIMAL INSTINCT
Chelsea sauntered in behind Bermondsey, Eshek, and their kits, and no matter what denials escaped past her eternally crooked lips, it was evident she was keeping close by to look out for the disgusting rats. She only broke away from her 'family' to shadow one kit in pawticular as Nour bounced away from the brood, the Assassin drifting silently across the snow like she was a moon-washed mirage and not a physical entity, and then settled down close to observe her interaction with the Witch. As relaxed as Chelsea seemed, like Eshek she was poised to intervene at any moment, her tail-tip wildly flicking against her flank. achromaticracer