You're a Rockstar, a Superhero!
Get up, get up and show 'em what you're made of!
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Exhausted was.. one way to describe Moosestar. He found it hard to keep himself moving at this point, with all the responsibilities that were now sinking in on him. The new kit, plus all the chaos and disconnection with the clan, alongside all the heat and heavy rain.. it was certainly wearing the dark-brown tom to the bone.
Of course, a warrior never complains- much less a Clan Leader. He was the face of ThunderClan, and so he'd have to force himself through the season, just as he'd done the moons before, and the moons before that.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join me beneath the High Rock for a clan meeting."
He called with a somewhat unenthusiastic tone, which he found even himself cringing at afterwards. In order to try and save at least some of his honor, he held himself a little better, with his head a bit higher. He made a sharp note to himself to get his act together before he dared step into the Gathering. He'd already made a fool himself at the one before, at this point he just hoped he didn't make that worse..
14
All of ThunderClan
Moose is choosing who gets to go sit under the moon for a lil bit.
ThunderClan Camp; High Rock
Sunstrike:
Sunstrike had been in the elder's den, picking up the chores around the camp to try and remove some of the stress from poor Larchpaw's shoulders. She tried to ignore the jabs from her grandfather as she scraped a bundle of moss together - about to take a mouthful of the nasty moss to move it out of the den as Moosestar called the gathering. "Oh great." She thought, ignoring the sheathed claws that swatted her over the ears. "He sounds as tired and excited as I feel."
Excusing herself politely from the ornery elder, she padded out of the den, spitting out the moss and respectfully looking up at the stretchy tom. Perhaps tonight was her turn to go to the gathering. Of course - she would have to inform Wrentalon of any changes to the kit situation afterwards.
Gingerthrash:
Gingerthrash rolled over, scoffing as his granddaughter dipped her head and left - taking the soiled moss with her. What a poor example of her lineage. At least her mother had the audacity that Gingerthrash expected of a fierceblooded cat - if he had cuffed Quailcall like that she would have come back at him like a wildfire. Savagefox too. And Wildcry.
Speaking of Wildcry... he shook of his aches and pains and made an effort to hunt down his niece. She had gone out hunting the other day, and he wanted to see if perhaps he could join her. He wasn't as fast as she was anymore - but there was always room for improvement! On her end that was - he had all the time in the world to teach her some new tricks and tips.
Characters:
Coldgaze: (M) Ruthless Riverclan Deputy
Lawn Gnome: (F) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redpaw: (M) Thoughtful Shadowclan Apprentice
Sootbounce: (M) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonpaw: (M) Altruistic Riverclan Apprentice
Sunstrike: (F) Anxious Thunderclan Queen
NPCs:
Quailcall: (F) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior
Dovepaw's ears twitched crossly as she heard Moosestar's unenthusiastic voice call a meeting. Why did it always seem to be while she was in the middle of finishing her chores?
She sighed softly around the mouthful of moss in her jaws, making sure not to drop the clump under her jaws. At least she had help today with changing the bedding. Sunstrike was taking care of the elder's den so she dumped a ball of fresh moss by the red and white she-cat before heading towards the nursery for Bravesong and Coyotekit. She'd finish their nests after listening to the meeting.
Tigerrush had been tucking away the last of the herbs she had finally managed to finish drying. It was Gathering night and at least it was drier than it was last moon. She was pleased that she had gotten a bit, a nap and all the chores done that she had wanted to before the Gathering this time. As she left her den, she shook the herb dust from her pelt and made her way to the High Rock to see who would be attending this moon.
Adventurous hearts, wild and free, dance to the rhythm of destiny
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Brindlepaw bounced back into camp from the dirt place, extending her stay to draw out her duties. With all of them working on dens, it seemed less necessary to work as hard, and Brindlepaw was eager to hear who might go to the Gathering. If she was called or not, she got more than her fair share of exitement from last moon - and they receieved a whole kit in the process, which seemed a bit unecessary to her... Still, she followed Dovepaw to the nursery, where she spotted Bravesong in the process. With a sigh, her gaze traced up to Moosestar, expectantly.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
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Bravesong had only now exited the nursery den, finding the air a bit stuffy. He needed to move around, particularily to complete his stretches per instruction. Last time he failed to do so caused his limb to lock up, and caused a painful flare up that needed to be eased back into working order. He was only mildly interested when Moosestar spoke from high rock as the black and white tom lengthened into a outward stretch, teasing the muscles in his paws.
Bloodlines of strength ignite fierce souls
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Wildcry liked to imagine that when she entered camp, all eyes would be on her as Moosestar took up his call. Within her mouth dangled the intact remains of a particularly fat squirrel she swiped from westforest, no doubt fattened from beyond their lands. Wildcry had a fondness for chasing them right up trees when she could, but now a days she preferred hunting birds in their nests in the night. Her body language and expression was one who indeed thought highly of themselves, and indeed, who else could compare? With a satisfied plop of added prey in the fresh kill pile, she noticed her aged uncle nearby. She barely spared Moosestar a glance, but her eyes narrowed towards Gingerthrash as she approached, her tail lifting in friendly gesture if not for the tiny twitch of her tail tip. Unceremoniously she flopped down beside him and began to wash the taste of blood from her paw and claw tips. "Hopefully we won't be privy to a Starclan sent, rogue-blooded kit this moon." Honestly one was enough as it was, and it was only insult to injury that her own attempt to swell the nursery had led to failure. Why was it so vexing to decide over toms when none measured up to her standards?
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherkit, ♀ Sweet Kit
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskpaw, ♂ Opportunistic Apprentice
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral
KESTRELSWIPE
Sitting beneath the High Rock, the pale brown tabby tom did his best to look presentable. It was to be his first gathering as Thunderclan's deputy, and he had already prepared for the late-night hike through the woods. His yellow eyes spied his mother as she entered the camp, depositing a squirrel on the fresh-kill pile. Grumpy as ever, he thought, additionally wondering if Moosestar would bring her to the gathering.
Excitement and apprehension overpowered any of his other emotions, however. For the first time, he would be meeting the other clans as a cat of rank, as someone trusted by his leader to perhaps one day lead on his own. The honor was enough to get his paws twitching.
WRENTALON
Having finished another trip to the border where he'd encountered the rogue almost a whole moon ago, Wrentalon gave a quiet sigh as Moosestar called the meeting. His paws already had a small ache from his walk that day, but it had to be done. Thunderclan obviously wasn't being tough enough with its borders, and he just knew he had to do something to keep out loners who pretended to be medicine cats. Just because he hadn't detected that odd tom's scent for the past moon didn't mean they'd seen the last of him. Obsessive? Maybe. But safe. Lifting his chin up, he held himself sturdy, making his best attempt to hide his slight tiredness. It wasn't bad enough to keep him from a gathering, after all.
When Coyotekit heard the leader's summons she couldn't help but poke her head out of the nursery's entrance. She knew that she wasn't expected, needed, or perhaps even wanted and yet she desperately wanted to see what was going on. Strutting out in the awkward manner that kits do, she snuck over to the the clan cats sat. Sneaking was a bit of an exaggeration, as it would be more accurate to say she clumsily waddled over to get a better view.
There are heroes and then there are legends,
heroes get remembered but legends never die.
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Savagefox had been prowling the edges of the camp when the meeting was called. Why under StarClan did Moosestar do things he clearly didn’t enjoy? Savagefox avoided the things they didn’t enjoy and the policy served them well all the time!
Then a flash of taupe fur caught their eye. Instant, sharp focus came to Savagefox as they watched Coyotekit toddle towards the gathering crowd of cats. Savagefox took up a proper stalk, high style but precise as they came alongside the kit.
”Bend your hocks more and sink your chest to the ground. Tail low. Head low.” They whispered to the kit, sinking into the pose described for a few steps. ”Then they’ll never catch you.”
You're a Rockstar, a Superhero!
Get up, get up and show 'em what you're made of!
‹‹‹‹ ★ ››››
Moosestar, clearing his throat a bit, glanced amongst the cats, subconsciously choosing which before looking forwards, into the central mass of warriors. Yes, he felt like a fool at the gathering, and that was one thing. However, it certainly was another to feel like a fool in front of the critical eyes of his clanmates..
"The Gathering is tonight, so I must choose which cats will be joining me." He announced, lowering his brows a bit at Wildcry's display.
"Beyond Kestrelswipe and Tigerrush, I choose Sunstrike, Wildcry, and Dovepaw to join me to the Gathering. Wrentalon and Savagefox, I trust you both to ensure the camp is well guarded tonight."
With a sweep of the crowd with his eyes, he last spoke; "Finish up your last minute assignments and errands, for we leave just before moonhigh."
The young cat was startled by Savagefox's skilled approach, bouncing to the side a pawsteps length away as if to flee from potential danger. The fur along her spine had fluffed up from the scare but slowly fell flat onto her back upon seeing that there was no immediate risk of death, only the grumpy ginger warrior.
Coyotekit stares at them for a few silent blinks before crouching down to imitate their form. It is an improvement, though that doesn't mean much when anything could have been an improvement. Still, she meets their green eyes in search of approval. "Like this, then?"
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished
✧ ⭒ ♦ ⭒ ♖ ⭒ ♦ ⭒ ✧
It was no surprise that Bravesong wouldn't attend the Gathering. He had long given up trying to break his body trying to accommodate the long journey, and instead was looking forward to a nice night of lessons for Coyotekit. While he scented her leaving the nursery, he missed her as she tottled passed his bad eye. It felt as if she was only gone a moment before his head turned at her voice, seeing Coyotekit on the ground trying to mimic Savagefox's hunting crouch. Tiptoeing softly up towards her, he lowered himself down, a pitiful excuse for a crouch while he obviously favored his twisted paw, still, he wanted to keep a wary eye on the ginger and white warrior knowing full well that keeping Savagefox's attention probably wasn't something that Coyotekit should aspire to. "That's very good, Coyotekit. Maybe we can practice on some beetles soon."
FROM RIVERCLAN:
Cottonbright, ♀ Anxious Warrior
Nettleplume, ♂ Cynical Medicine Cat
Merrypaw, ♀ Steadfast Apprentice
Otterwhisker, ♀ Adventurous Elder
FROM THUNDERCLAN:
Brindlespice, ♀ Selfish Warrior
Bravesong, ♂ Gracious Elder
Leopardrose, ♀ Striving Warrior
Wildcry, ♀ Fierce Elder
FROM WINDCLAN:
Cloudflare, ♂ Suave Warrior
Barleyswipe, ⚧ Ornery Elder
Heatherkit, ♀ Sweet Kit
FROM SHADOWCLAN:
Palestar, ♀ Stern Leader
Honeyglow, ♂ Reserved Elder
Emberdust, ♀ Artless Warrior
Duskpaw, ♂ Opportunistic Apprentice
FROM WHITEHART & BEYOND:
Ahryndae, ♀ Princess of Camelot
Lelouch Von Noon, ♂ Marquess of Noon Cattery
Kosmo, ♂ Visionary Feral
Montgomery (Monty), ♂ Sentimental Semi-Feral
Mistyleaf had observed the meeting and whatever other commotion occurred from near her current post at the Gorse Tunnel entrance. Guard duty was a perfectly fine way to spend the night. Dovepaw going to Fourtrees without her would be good. It gave her more time to think of their next lesson. Watching Bravesong and Coyotekit gladdened her too. If she saw any beetles tonight, she'd have to let them know.
PCs:
Hollyclaw, Warrior of ShadowClan
Dawnflurry, Deputy of ShadowClan
Mistyleaf, Warrior of ThunderClan
Thornstrike, Warrior of RiverClan
Shadesleek, Warrior of WindClan
Morgan, Royal Scion of Camelot
Duke, Rogue
NPCs:
Hawkfeather, Elder of ShadowClan
Nettlesky, Warrior of RiverClan
Ceridwen, Princess of Camelot
The mauve kit straightened at the praise, unable to contain the excitement that she did good. She puffed her chest out with pride as she beamed. "I'm going to become the sneakiest cat around! No beetles will be able to see me coming!" She declared and crouched back down, batting at a rock that was unfortunate enough to be within paws reach. Coyotekit descended upon the unlucky pebble, forgetting the warrior business that was taking place around her in favor of the tumbling she could illicit with each whack.
While Larchpaw was disappointed she did not get to go, it was not the worst thing to happen so she wasn't upset. It did irritate her that Dovepaw got to go though. Why was she any better than her? At least Brindlepaw was stuck back at camp as well. While she was a little annoyed, she was soon distracted by Coyotekit and her attempts at crouching. A small smile formed, and she couldn't help but think maybe it wouldn't be so bad staying back, especially if she could have some fun with her clanmates.
I play...
From WindClan
Aspenberry (F) an affectionate deputy
From ShadowClan
Dazzlepaw (M) a curious apprentice
Flutterdream (F) a friendly medicine cat
Specklenose (NB) a troublesome warrior
Pebbleshine (F) an insecure elder
From ThunderClan
Larchsong (F) a chatty warrior
Coyotepaw (F) an anxious apprentice
Cherrytree (F) a loving elder
From RiverClan
Bloomfire (F) a snarky warrior
Ebonyflare (M) a candid elder
From beyond the clans
Aurelius (M) a self-concerned feral
Potato (M) a laid-back semi-feral
Sarafina (F) a skittish housecat
There are heroes and then there are legends,
heroes get remembered but legends never die.
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Savagefox huffed a laugh at Coyotekit’s startle, then watched the kittens attempt with a serious look. ”Much improved. We’ll have you hunting RiverClanners on Sunningrocks in no time.”
They straightened at Bravesong’s input, looking at the crippled warrior with interest. ”Beetles are boring. Once you’ve caught a few of them I’ll bring you a mouse to practice on!” The red cat declared with finality, then hooked a paw around the pebble and sent it up in the air with a little twist of their wrist.
Sunstrike:
Her name being called was suprising. She had wanted to go - truely! But her stomache sank at the idea of something going wrong.
Either way, she padded to Wrentalon before gathering near the entrance and tried to keep a smile on hee face."My turn. Here's hoping for peace and quiet."
Gingerthrash:
Ah, his niece was on her way. Not suprising for an elder as spry as her - but it was a pity that Quailcall always seemed to be stuck in camp. And a pity Moosestar didn't see the benefit to bringing him along!
He settled back into his nest, thinking of the advice he would give to Brindlepaw - or whoever finished Sunstrike's chores. Clearly, they should be grateful for his words, even of they were never in short supply.
Characters:
Coldgaze: (M) Ruthless Riverclan Deputy
Lawn Gnome: (F) Motherly Semi-Feral Shecat
Redpaw: (M) Thoughtful Shadowclan Apprentice
Sootbounce: (M) Bubbly Shadowclan Warrior
Sturgeonpaw: (M) Altruistic Riverclan Apprentice
Sunstrike: (F) Anxious Thunderclan Queen
NPCs:
Quailcall: (F) Fierce Thunderclan Warrior
WRENTALON
So he wasn't going after all. Fine, then. His paws ached, anyway.
Sunstrike was going, and at least she seemed happy about it. Wrentalon knew she had to still be feeling nervous somehow underneath her face--it always seemed she was. "Here's hoping," he echoed, nodding. "I doubt anything interesting will happen here while you're all gone. I suppose Savagefox and I will keep an eye on things, though." He gave a sidelong glance at the orange cat, who seemed to be teaching the orphaned kit to hunt stones. "Good luck on your end."
