- GATOS CALLEJEROS
TAWNY. GRAN LÍDER. 54. ♀. TAGGED? TROUTSTAR (VENUSCLAN) .
xSHE chuckles also, her gaze surveying the clearing for a moment. “i’m always surprised by the sheer number of those who come here.” she says, awe coloring her tone for a moment. “i’ve only been to a few gatherings myself, as gatos callejeros is still rather new.” and to think that some clans border the gathering place! well, at least it’s convenient for travel.
CHERVIL. HERBOLARIO. 54. ♂. TAGGED? SNOWFINCH ( IRISCLAN ) .
xTHE herbolario moves a bit closer to the molly, only slightly, hoping to warm her a little with the heat radiating from his body. “gatos callejeros. we come from mexico...it’s quite warmer there than here.” he replies, softly but not quiet enough that she cannot hear him. “and you?”
MOONY. GENERAL. 25m. ♂. TAGGED? SATINSTAR ( CELESTIAL BEINGS ) .
xTHE lykoi steps into the clearing, resisting the nearly overwhelming urge to shiver in the chill, along with his clanmates. his captivating ocean blue eyes survey the gathering and the other clans gathered - it is his first as general of the clan, and it will not be the last. tawnystar breaks off to join the other leaders, engaging in conversation with a younger tom - presumably one of the leaders of one of the clans gathered here. the general follows more slowly, his sharp eyes still gazing at those around them. there is an older molly, off to the side and by herself - without a second thought, he approached her, dipping his head to her politely. “good evening.” he says quietly, and combined with the low timbre of his voice and his thick accident, he hopes that she can understand him. “you’re on your own, so...i figured i would keep you company. i’m moony, general of the clan of gatos callejeros. what is your name?”
- MAUL. GUERRERO. 29m. ♂. TAGGED? NONE.
xOPEN.
- CIOCCOLATO. GUERRERO. 28m. ♀. TAGGED? EMBERSHADOW ( TIDALCLAN ) .
xSHE listens with interest as the tom tells her about his clan, tidalclan, which seems to be similar with both having milder leafbares. “your territory sounds beautiful.” she says, with a quiet purr. “for gatos callejeros, we live on the streets - with a much less traditional lifestyle. some of us are daylight warriors, who go back to their two-legs in the evenings.” she herself is not, but she has friends who are. “in mexico...it’s warm year-round.”
- BAELFIRE. GUERRERO. 13m. ♂. TAGGED? DOEPAW ( MOONCLAN ) .
xBAELFIRE, a freshly-made guerrero just like his littermate, rolls his eyes as his sibling breaks off to talk to two pretty, but much older, calico mollies. now alone, he picks his way through the crowd, murmuring apologies when he’s forced to brush past. he catches the eye of a molly, seemingly only a moon or so younger than himself. she greets him, and he does the same. “hi, doepaw. i’m baelfire - but you can call me bae. everyone does.” he pauses, tilting his head. “i’m from gatos callejeros...we’ve come from mexico. what is moonclan like?”
SONGBIRD. GUERRERO. 13m. ♂. TAGGED? POPPYLEAF + MARIGOLDLEAF ( FLIGHTCLAN ) .
xHIS first gathering, and the young guerrero couldn’t be more curious about how such meetings work. will it be quiet and serious? or rambunctious and loud? there’s only one way to find out, and songbird can’t wait to discover it. he wishes la sorelli and cécile could have come with him, and baelfire...but he knows once they pass their assessments, they’ll be able to, and then all four of them will be together. and once the clan arrives...it’s nothing like he’d expected, and the amount of cats gathered is, well, incredible. though he’d originally planned to stick close to baelfire, he breaks off from his littermate instead to approach a pair of slightly older calicos, smiling warmly. “hola!” he greets them, then realizes they probably don’t know spanish. “i mean - hello. i’m songbird.”