- Rookstar - Tom - 58 Moons - Roi (Leader) - Tagged: Darwinstar of Cascata Conservatory
Rookstar tilted his head as he weeded through the molly's accent to figure out what she was saying. She spoke in broken sentences, her grammar unsteady and shaky, which clued Rookstar that she was not as comfortable in this language. He shouldn't speak to her in large words, so he tried his best to speak to her politely. Several cats in his Clan were fluent in French, but he had never taken the time to learn as the common tongue was the one most often spoken in ChessClan's camp. "Most leaders only like to speak with other leaders. It's a sign of respect and many leaders discuss diplomatic issues, especially those who border," he meowed, hoping he had explained in such a way that the molly could understand him. He'd made many friends for ChessClan at Gatherings, and it wasn't uncommon to spend a night talking to the leader of a neighboring Clan. As he thought back to what the molly had called her Clan, he was rather surprised to realize he had never heard of a 'conservatory'. The molly referred to herself as a 'chieftess', but her name carried the '-star' suffix that most leader names did. She was clearly the leader of this 'conservatory', whatever it might be. It was a Clan, he knew that much, but it sounded like it would be vastly different from any Clan he'd ever heard of. He believed he would enjoy this night as Darwinstar was most unlike the majority of leaders he had met, so he settled down to his haunches and smiled at the molly. He was far enough that he could not see, smell, or hear Chasmstar, and that satisfied his need to have a night as far from her presence as possible.
Chasmstar - Molly - 49 Moons - Dame (Leader) - Tagged: Hollystar of TundraClan
- Chasmstar very nearly snorted with laughter. "That tom is Rookstar, my ex-mate and ruling partner. I was actually the one trying to upset him; I find it to be such a fun game," she chuckled. Thinking about the tom made her blood boil, and it took all of her internal strength to not stomp over to him and swipe a pawful of claws at his ears. He was arrogant and stuck-up, some of the worst qualities in a leader in her opinion. "We have kits together, though they love him more than they do their own mother. Just because I didn't want them knowing him when they were younger makes them hate me," she sighed dramatically, glaring daggers in the direction he had taken. "Enough about me! Do you have a family in your Clan, or do you feel too busy as leader to start one?" she meowed. She wished she had never had her litter, no matter how much she loved them, for they kept her away from her Dame duties for eight entire moons. Rookstar, out of worry and concern, had forced her into the nursery as soon as she announced her pregnancy, and she had been bored out of her mind until the last sunrises of her pregnancy. She could have continued to rule, and tried to, but Rookstar and Freuxfreckle had kept her in her nest for the majority of the day. "It's a wonder that any leader has the time for kits. They require so much time and attention when your Clan is where all of your focus should be at all times," she sighed. All she wanted was what was best for ChessClan, even if that required leading an army of her devoted followers against those that refused to see the truth she carried.
Richterscreech - Tom - 68 Moons - Tour (Deputy) - Tagged: Thistletuft of SeaClan
- Richterscreech reached his tail out sympathetically, smiling kindly as Thistletuft spoke of the horrors he had faced. "I was once a member of JaggedClan. I watched my Clan fall apart, rebuilt the ruins of ChessClan, experienced what corruption and jealousy do to leaders, and now there's a growing army under the control of our own Chasmstar," he sighed, his head falling weakly. The battle would be soon, he knew that much from his spies, but he didn't want to think about the casualties that would result from the impending war. Chasmstar had taken Lumièreglow and Minuitcrest under her paw, naming them the generals of her army. Richterscreech wasn't sure why she had chosen two extremely young cavalier, but he knew she had some secret plan that the general soldiers wouldn't be able to know. His spies reported back to him after every night they spent training, and he kept them out of strenuous duties as he knew they were tired. Those fully devoted to Chasmstar, however, were put on as many tough jobs as they could be. Rookstar agreed that exhausting potential threats was a strategic way to undermine Chasmstar's master plan, but Richterscreech was tired of the secrecy. "Is it wrong that I'm eager for the battle? I want all my efforts to be pushed aside and allow me to prove myself on the battlefield," he meowed with his chest puffed out. He felt bad for rambling so nonsensically to Thistletuft about Clan matters, but he was tired of pretending that ChessClan was more perfect than it was.
Wolfwhiskers - Tom - 73 Moons - Fou (Medicine Cat) - Tagged: Open
Wolfwhiskers let out a sigh of relief as he padded alongside Faondapple. Lichenpaw was too close to taking her assessment to attend the Gathering, and Lindtpaw had stayed behind as company. The silence without the two was louder than they were, but Wolfwhiskers enjoyed the peace. "They'll be fine," he meowed in reassurance to the clearly nervous molly. "Sopranocavern and Versaillesheart have basic herbal knowledge, and Loonfrost was once a medicine cat. If they run into any trouble, they know those three older mollies are to who they are to report," he meowed, the words he'd drilled into the 'paws' heads leaving his mouth another time. Faondapple nodded and broke off without another word, and he watched her with a concerned eye. She was like a daughter to him, and he worried when she wasn't herself. She quickly dove into a conversation, and Wolfwhiskers let out the breath he had been holding. With a sigh, he turned and sat down. He didn't feel like strolling, so he'd let any potential conversation come to him. If no cat wanted to speak with him, that would be fine as well.
Faondapple - Molly - 27 Moons - Fou (Medicine Cat) - Tagged: Kiwifuzz of IslandClan
Faondapple's thoughts raced as she broke away from Wolfwhiskers's comforting words. She knew he was speaking reasonably, but she couldn't help but worry. What if the camp burst into flames? What if a tree fell and hurt a cat severely? What if a storm flooded the herb stores? What if, what if, what if? She shook her head violently, a few tears flying from her eyes as she quickly shut down her emotions. The two cats would be fine. She had experienced the same thing when Wolfwhiskers had left her behind when he was heading to a Gathering, and nothing disastrous had happened. A few injured patients were in the den, but none required serious attention outside of wound re-dressings and occasional monitoring. Lichenpaw had taken care of Pommepaw and Lynxpaw entirely by herself, so she knew exactly what to expect from them. She stumbled into a cat, and she smiled as she recognized their scent. "Kiwifuzz! I haven't heard much from IslandClan in these past few moons," she purred, knowing the cat's name only because they shared a border. She had never spoken with Kiwifuzz, but Wolfwhiskers made her keep up the names and appearances of their bordering medicine cats in case she ever needed their help. She almost thanked him verbally as she didn't have to ask for Kiwifuzz's name, but she clamped her jaws shut quickly. She didn't need to embarrass herself in her first meeting with the cat, and she was worried she had already done so.
- Marbledstar - Molly - 40 Moons - Dronning (Leader) - Tagged: Riverstar of VagaryClan
Marbledstar blinked gratefully up at Riverstar. He had offered such kind words to her, even if she didn't act the way Mooseglow had told her that a leader should. "I'm terribly sorry for the way I've acted. It all just overwhelms me at the most inopportune times," she meowed with a sigh. Her eyes were on the stars as she spoke, wondering which of her clanmates she could see. She knew that the likelihood of some being in Spider's domain was rather high, as only those who did exceedingly good deeds were permitted into Coral's eternal palace, but she hoped that several of her clanmates who had given their lives to protect their home were up there. The sky was where she hoped to be some day, even if Mooseglow had assured her that she would make it after sacrificing nine entire lives in service to their Clan. Mooseglow had stepped down as Dronning to raise Mistkit and Dawnkit after the unfortunate passing of Rollingfog, and Marbledstar hoped to be as family-focused and kind as Mooseglow someday. The molly had once been beyond vain, but she'd lost that part of her. "It still worries me that I'll turn out like my uncle and mentor. He trained me to kill when I was his apprentice, but I never thought it was wrong or different than the training my denmates received. I betrayed him when I used his own teaching against him, but it was necessary to save my Clan. His rogues wouldn't stop unless their leader was gone," her voice trailed off in a whisper. She couldn't help but wonder if his evilness could travel through their bloodline, but she'd never met her parents. He had been the only family she'd ever known, and they'd betrayed each other.
Skuasoar - Molly - 77 Moons - Hertuginne (Deputy) - Tagged: Open
Skuasoar kept a watchful eye on Marbledstar as the molly collapsed into the pile of leaders. "I worry about her," she murmured. Her Dronning was prone to episodes of fear and shaking when pushed into social situations involving strangers. Skuasoar shook her head and took a seat a distance away from the other deputies. She'd attended many Gatherings, and they were beginning to bore her.
Almondclay - Molly - 29 Moons - Hertuginne (Deputy) - Tagged: Forestfire & Almondjoy of VenusClan
- Almondclay couldn't help but smile and nod at Almondjoy's infectious joy. 'His name is rather fitting,' she thought to herself with a quiet chuckle. He rambled between the pride purrade, his Clan's prey, and the similarity between their names. She hadn't noticed that they shared a prefix, and her face filled with delight as he brought it up. "That's rather interesting! It's nice to know that there are cats in other Clans that have similar prefixes," she chuckled. She'd never met a cat that had the same prefix as any cat she knew, though there had been several instances of similar suffixes. She'd yet to find a cat who had shared a prefix or suffix with her or her mate, and it excited her to finally meet Almondjoy. "Almondjoy is a rather strange combination. I've never heard of the suffix '-joy' before," she meowed. It almost sounded twoleg-ish, but she wasn't about to bring that up to a tom she had just met. There were several cats she knew named after twoleg things, young Gimli being a prime example. She had been named after a character in a vastly popular twoleg story that Tempestflash had heard about before joining Frosne. Small Gimli was always overjoyed to listen to the tales surrounding her name, about several creatures that had supposedly never existed. She was named after a dwarf, a human-like creature that had been shorter and stronger typically with a beard. Gimli was one of Almondclay's favorite young cats, and she couldn't wait to return home and share the story of the Gathering with her. Gimli made her long for a family, even if she was worried that it might be too dangerous for one.
Driftantler - Tom - 54 Moons - Hertuger (Deputy) - Tagged: Open
Driftantler peeled away from the group, knowing the mollies had their Dronning handled, and dove into the crowd of deputies. He smiled and wove, twisting over paws and tails before settling down and watching the crowd.
Macadamiawave - Molly - 54 Moons - Hertuginne (Deputy) - Tagged: Open
Macadamiawave purred as Marbledstar took the step of courage and padded away. She turned to express her pride to Driftantler, Almondclay, or Skuasoar, but the three cats had already padded off and taken seats elsewhere. With a sigh, she sat where she stood. From her vantage point, she could see the entire Gathering. She sat in silence and watched, observing cats from all kinds of Clans.
Cypressmask - Tom - 29 Moons - Helbreder (Medicine Cat) - Tagged: Open
Cypressmask couldn't help but push past the ruling cats with a sigh. He was viewed as less important than the warriors, and he resented Moosestar for making the Clan such a way. The helbreder were highly valued, but those who hunted and fought were seen as higher than he was. With a snort, he sat amongst the medicine cats.
Lemmingwisp - Tom - 30 Moons - Lavere Jagere (Warrior) - Tagged: Lilylivered of KeyClan
Lemmingwisp padded with his head high and his tail held straight out behind him. He took careful steps around cats until he spotted a rather interesting looking cat. He approached them with an emotionless expression. "I am Lemmingwisp," the words rolled from his tongue like silk. He wondered what his friends were doing back at camp, but he wouldn't take the blame for any of their shenanigans tonight. Tonight, he would have a civilized conversation with a civil-headed cat that shared his interests.
THE ORDER OF THE HYENA !!
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- Hyena's Breath - Molly - 40 Moons - Matriarch (Leader) - Tagged: Stormstar of DriftClan
Hyena's Breath could hear and see the pride Stormstar took in her Clan, and she couldn't help but feel respect for the molly. Only a strong leader could truly feel the sureness that their Clan has the potential to become great. "I lead the Order of the Hyena, the only remaining Order of the Savanna," she meowed. The five orders had gone to war when she had been young, each demolishing the other until only the stragglers remained. She had begun to rebuild the Order of the Hyena herself, having once been the successor to the matriarchy, placing the newly-built Clan at the top rather than the bottom as they had once been. She had crushed any stirrings of the other orders until only hers remained. She would rule the entire Savanna, and no other order could take that from her. "I would be wary of my Scavengers. They aren't the nicest bunch, and they're known to leave scars even after a civil discussion," she purred, her voice rippling as if it were a brook running over stones. She took pride in the strength her Clan held, despite its small numbers, and she would never discredit the harm her clanmates could cause. She had high hopes for Aardwolf's Mane, who had begun the Shadow's Trail. Due to there being no standing Shadow, the fourth and final trial would not happen. Aardwolf's Mane need only complete the second and third trial, which were scheduled for the two following sunrises. The Gathering day had been a break in the chaos that was the Trial, and Hyena's Breath turned back to Stormstar. "Don't worry, I shall not call them until you give me reason to," she meowed casually, shrugging.
Civet's Scurry - Molly - 38 Moons - Aide (Deputy) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
Ostrich's Cry - Molly - 47 Moons - Herbalist (Medicine Cat) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
Zebra's Gallop - Molly - 44 Moons - Scavenger (Warrior) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
Wildebeest's Stampede - Tom - 42 Moons - Scavenger (Warrior) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
Lion's Shadow - Tom - 45 Moons - Scavenger (Warrior) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
Aardwolf's Mane - Molly - 24 Moons - Scavenger (Warrior) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
Baboon's Shriek - Tom - 51 Moons - Scavenger (Warrior) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
Leopard's Leap - Tom - 64 Moons - Scavenger (Warrior) - Tagged: Open
open for interaction
AVIARYCLAN !!
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- Contopus virens (Pewee) - Molly - 64 Moons - Osprey (Leader) - Tagged: Tawnyrose of Highgarden
- Pewee couldn't help but chuckle. She did not know if Tawnyrose's mother was correct in her stance, but it was clear to her that Tawnyrose believed different. Highgarden would not be attending the Gathering if she believed that Highgarden must stand entirely alone. "I would not be so certain about that, Tawnyrose. There are times that I wish we could rely on the help of other Clans, but the curse that keeps us in also keeps others out," she sighed. She could only imagine the stench and terror that accompanied each horrifying visit from Crow, her former mate who had begun causing terror after his death. She loved her Clan dearly, and so did her new mate Cooper, but there were times that she wished they weren't cursed and could ask for help. She relied so heavily on Cooper now, especially after the passing of her dear Moorhen, that she longed for more cats to lean on that didn't suffer through the same tragedies that she did. "Is Highgarden a well-known Clan? I know some Clans are larger and have higher reputations than others, but I am entirely out of the loop. Are there any other Clans I should be aware of?" she meowed, her voice trailing off as she surveyed the other leaders around them. They all held themselves in different ways, some with more pride than others, and some leaders left the group entirely. She did not fully understand the hierarchy, just that the cats of similar ranks tended to group together. She was aware that not all Clans had a ruling leadership that passed down through the family.