Satinstar ♀ 43 moons (archangel) - tags; moony (GATOS CALLEJEROS)
the dilute calico molly had found a spot a few fox leaps away from the rest of the cats to seat herself, almost hidden by the shadow of the large cliff falling over her. however, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a strangely furred cat approaching her, and while she felt her muscles stiffen, she tried to relax by kneading her claws in the ground. As the tom spoke to her, she missed part of what was said, tilting her head so that her good ear was towards him as he finished speaking. ”I apologize, I’m half deaf. My name is satinstar of the celestial beings. It’s nice to meet you moony. I don’t believe I’ve met someone from your clan before. What’s it like?”
Flareblood ♂ 61 moons (soldier) - tags; fernear (ravenclan) tuxleap & biscuitleap (suburbclan)
the large tom-cat was in pure and utter shock at the realization that this truly was him and fernear's first litter of kits, and as his mate bounded over towards the kits, he himself quickly followed, wrapping his body specifically around his son's body by curling his fluffy tail over the black and white bicolor's back, nuzzling his side excitedly before he leaned towards his daughter and licked the little triangle of white on biscuit's forehead. "we never thought that we would see you again. where are you living currently? i imagine you must be in a clan to be here at the gathering! your mother calls ravenclan her home now, and i myself live in a bordering clan called the celestials. we also welcomed a new kit into the world about five moons ago; you two have a little sibling named salmonkit."
Dianthusbounce ♂ 32 moons (soldier) - tags; fernear (ravenclan), tuxleap & biscuitleap (suburbclan)
the young orange tabby let everyone just sort of excitedly greet each other and catch up, standing off slightly to the side but still technically within the group. he made eye contact briefly with one of the other two children of his father and offered a small smile to the pair, stepping slightly closer before he introduced himself. "hey, my name's dianthusbloom. i guess this makes you guys my half-siblings then. i remember dad telling my littermates and i stories about you guys when we were still kits, so its really nice to finally meet you and know that you're alright."
Feathereyes ♀ 58 moons (soldier) - tags; killdeerpaw/mosspaw (ravenclan), silversnake (ivyclan)
the ticked tabby felt nothing but nerves fill her body; would her kits even want to know her, or would they hate her for abandoning them with their father? her eyes were wide as she looked up at her tall mate, gulping nervously as her tail flicked rapidly. "please come with me..." her voice was so soft it was less than a whisper, barely even vocalized. she took a deep breath to try and get herself some confidence as she approached the two apprentices, her head very low to be even lower than the two small cats bodies in an act not of respect but of pure submission. her warm yellow-brown eyes glanced between the two rapidly, her voice barely more than a whisper as she called out to them, stopping a hares-length away. "k-killdeer? m-m-moss? is that you?"
Dashattack • Leader • 41 seasons • Tagged: squirrelflash (evergreen park).
xHe offers a friendly, warm smile as he settles down beside her. She seems kind. “As do I. I know the overheating problem quite well.” He purrs, referring to the thickness of his long fur not unlike her own. “My name is Dashattack, though many still call me by my name when I was a loner - Dash. I’m Lionclan’s leader.” He pauses, curiosity tinting his voice. “Evergreen Park? What’s your territory like?”
Sorrelfall • Guard • 32 seasons • Tagged: skatetooth (chaosclan).
x”Great!” He purrs warmly as he settles down next to the other tom. “It always amazes me how many clans attend gatherings.” He agrees. “I’m Sorrelfall, of Lionclan. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Skatetooth.”

Rookstar nodded at the description of the court’s location. “It sound’s like a lovely place,” he purred, flicking his ears. Rookstar could barely remember the last time a leafbare wasn’t hard on the Clan, but he also had no recollection of the Clan ever struggling. They were strong. Every Clan was strong and could overcome anything.
Richterscreech dipped his head in a nod, smiling at River's acceptance of his idea. "I'd keep an eye out on what cats seem to be getting close. You can usually guess which she-cat is going to be the next to announce she's pregnant," he chuckled, knowing that he was always able to tell when a young molly was getting closer with another cat, typically ending with her announcing her move to the nursery within a few moons. It was always so obvious, and also because Wolfwhiskers would always tell him when he told a she-cat that she was pregnant. Little cheats every now and then were allowed, Richterscreech thought.
Wolfwhiskers shook his head as he tried to scent for more prey, almost missing that Emberspark was staring at the stars. "They're really up there, you know," he rumbled, still sniffing and listening for a small rodent. "They talk to me so much that I find them slightly annoying. Never thought I'd call my own ancestors annoying," he chuckled, watching Emberspark out of the corner of his eye so as not to arouse suspicion. He didn't want her to know he was staring at her, so he kept up the ruse of searching for prey. Strangely, he spotted a mouse nibbling on a seed. It was almost too easy, and he set the prey before her. "Thank you ÉtoileClan for this meal," he whispered.
Sopranocavern's heart sank as Sorrelfang's description of things in HazeClan came out more negatively than she expected. As Riddleripple promised that their Clan would recover, she shivered as the memories of Quickcough and Aspstar's hysterical meltdown flashed through her mind. "He's a young tom, it's really me who needs the stretch," she chuckled, stretching out her limbs and leading the stroll. "Things in ChessClan are still recovering after our ancestors punished us with a terrible disease that took almost all of our clanmates. I didn't lose any cat dear to me, thank ÉtoileClan, but many cats did. We've been almost a full season cycle since then, but tragedy struck recently. Violindapple was in a terrible accident and unfortunately passed away. We're still coping with that, but the Clan is full of lively young kits," she chuckled as she padded along, trying to lighten the mood after two terribly sad stories.
Oiseaupaw's heart sank as HazeClan's struggles, and he began to stretch his legs awkwardly. When Riddleripple suggested the walk, he nodded eagerly. Her listened as his mother explained the past moons in ChessClan, and he remembered his faint memories of Quickcough. He'd been so young then, and he could barely remember anything, but he knew his mother had been thoroughly terrified that he would come down with the disease. "It's been nice recently, and Violindapple was such a good mentor to me. I don't doubt that harsh times will befall the Clan eventually," he snorted, knowing that no Clan could ever be peaceful for very long.
"So they're pions!" he exclaimed, remembering how Rookstar had told him that other Clans had different names for ranks. It was a talk all cats got before going to their first Gathering, and Acaiheart had forgotten it so quickly. He shook his head to clear away his clouded thoughts, looking up with a sheepish grin. "I'm really sorry for such a stupid question. I'm still kind of in shock of how blunt I was earlier," he chuckled, trying to find an excuse to cover up how ignorant he really could be.
Aloèsdance nearly questioned a strange wording of Damascus's sentence, but she thought better of it. She shook her pelt out and watched him with a smile. She'd never been a small cat, always towering over those around her, and it was nice to meet a cat roughly her size. As he talked about a strange difficult assessment, she chuckled. "I have no clue what Driseog is, but it sounds rather scary," she meowed, hoping it wasn't a cat's name. She'd never forgive herself if she had just insulted a strange cat just based on their name.
Moosestar could have laughed at how uncomfortable the tom was. When he finally admitted he wasn’t too large of a fan of the crowd, she let out a chuckle. “Welcome to my world,” she sighed, her ears twitching as she tried to block out the sounds of the conversations that swirled around her. “Crowds have always made me uncomfortable. I much prefer private conversations,” she meowed, trying to keep the flirty tone out of her voice. She’d gotten so used to trying to charm every cat around her that not doing it was a struggle.
Oystersnap just chuckled. "You are perfectly fine. As for how I've been doing, I've been doing fine. My Clan hasn't run into any troubles, and there are plenty of younger cats to get under my paws. How about you?" he meowed, finally letting his fur lie flat. He hadn't done that in a long time, considering how cold his territory was even in Greenleaf, and it felt strange to him. He remembered how often Tuskpaw, Blubberpaw, Flipperpaw, and Vibrissaepaw had bothered him while they were kits, but he loved the four orphans dearly. He'd become something of a father to them, and he missed them dearly. He couldn't wait to share his stories of the Gathering with them when he returned home.
Tombecho purred as they approached Hatshepsutshine. “It’s actually Tombecho now, Helbreder of Katter Av Den Frosne Øya!” they announced proudly, trying to hide the excitement they felt at seeing their friend again. It’d been so long since they began their journey, but now they were right back where they started. They had missed Hatshepsutshine so much, and they couldn’t quite believe he was right in front of them.
Salixflutter’s smile faltered as she was asked if there were many flowers. “No, my Clan’s territory is essentially a barren wasteland. Any time I find flowers that aren’t an herb, I pick them and line my nest with them. They are so beautiful,” she sighed, her eyes finding the closest wildflower. She felt Lychnissting wrap his tail around her, and she leaned into her brother in the way she always had. She loved flowers, and she always wished more grew in the territory.
Lychnissting could hear the sorrow in Salixflutter’s voice as she talked about flowers, and he wrapped his tail around her in a comforting fashion. “There sure is plenty of wind, with such a treeless territory. The ground is covered with snow for most of the year, and the ground still is quite frozen even if it’s not. It’s a very bleak place to live, but it’s home. I’ll never be able to go to sleep without the sound of the ice crunching and colliding being played as a lullaby outside the camp,” he sighed.
Maláire - ♀ - 41 Storms Medicine Cat | Tags: Coalstar of Lightclan
"Maláire, but you can call me Mal if that's too hard to pronounce for ya." She sat to the right of the she-cat. "-star, then you must be a leader. New clan?" For a moment, her eyes fell on Coalstar, and she inspected her. Other than her nerves, she seemed a reasonably fine leader. Of course that's based in only a few moments of interaction. Soon her eyes fell on her mate... or former thereof. Her tail twitched like a snake.
Móinéarmilis - ♂ - 20 Storms Warrior | Tags: Coypond of Moonclan, Charmsnake and Bellflower of WildClan
Móinéarmilis, being on the smaller size despite being full grown now, was no stranger to types like these. Inis was much like them: clandestine. That was the word Dorcha-curadh spoke of her as. It made his skin shiver 'neath his pelt for just a moment. Despite his rash nature, he swallowed his pride and let them chat and chat at the pair. "Alone? Is one of you blind and the other her guide cat? We're surrounded by cats." he spits. Well. Not all of the pride was swallowed. If these two had shown up a moon or two ago he'd have tried to rip an ear off, but Driseog taught him well. He wouldn't scorn his teachings by losing his temper and playing into their claws. Not far sat a pair of she-cats he knew well, who kept moving with others to avoid notice, but stayed close enough for comfort. His words held doubly meaning.
Damascus - ♂ - 23 Storms Warrior | Tags: Aloèsdance of Chessclan
Damascus' eyes went wide as he fell to his side laughing. "Driseog is scary! HA!" Oh, oh he must tell Gabhar about that later. "Oh, he is dear, he is a very grumpy and rough cat, but he is our best teacher." His tail flicked with amusement as he finally caught his breath, sitting up from the dirt and shaking it from his pelt. The smile never left his lips.
Gabhar - ♂ - 23 Storms Warrior | Tags: SEMI-OPEN
Beithialtóg-leanbh - ♀ - 10 Storms Apprentice | Tags: HOLD
Cú'Oíche-leanbh - ♀ - 10 Storms Apprentice | Tags: HOLD
Cnaítescáil - ♀ - 38 Storms Warrior | Tags: Bluemask of BearClan
The small she-cat knew the scent of RavenClan well. She was the best hunter in the Vale, after all, her tracking skills were masterful. Finding Bluemask wasn't difficult for her, though her anxiety crowded her skull with rabbit trails of fear. She let out a long sigh of relief upon spotting him, but it hitched in her throat as she realized what she was seeing. "Blue.. BLUE!" She yowled in shock and flew to his side. "Oh-- oh dear, what happened? O-or should I not ask? I'm sorry I couldn't see you sooner!" Pressing her muzzle to his neck, tears tried to fill her eyes but she shook them away.
"oh, no, nothing that bad happened," he assured her, shrugging nonchalantly. "i just stopped seeing things one day, it's not that interesting." he shook his head. he half wished he had a cool backstory to go along with his blindness.
"oh! that's good. we're in the same boat then," he said as he calmed down and felt more at ease. he couldn't find anything to say other than, "there are much more cats than i expected when i decided to come along. i'm a little overwhelmed."
"duckclan," he responded. he realized that they hadn't properly introduced themselves and added, "i'm cloudstripe. you are?..."
paraThe little absynnian prances through the gathering area, barely noticing the way Ceriseberry takes another route through the area. She's not too bothered, since she's well aware the poor thing deserves a break. Instead, she hones in on where the other tamer's sit, spotting a tortie with a strange face shape and bounding over immediately. "Hi! I'm Weasel, head Tamer of KeyClan. Who're you?"
paraBeefjerky bristles a little at the entrance of anther cat, but does her best to try and look a bit more relaxed. Yes she's a bit thrown off still, but she's hoping to make some kind of a good impression here. "Ah, nice to meet you as well, Koisplash. And you, Canarycall." She pauses for a moment, looking up at the pair of them curiously. "Oh, I'm Beefjerky." She adds, remembering that maybe she should also introduce herself.
paraShe perks up visibly at hearing CocoaClan, and bounces a little on her toes. "Nice to meetcha, Rocketpaw! I'm from KeyClan, with the weird metal snakes! You're one of our neighbours, yeah?" She couches a little, wagging her hindquarters for a moment before pouncing, aiming to tackle the other juggler to tussle with him. Because yeah, of course she wants to play!
Rookstar nodded at the description of the court’s location. “It sound’s like a lovely place,” he purred, flicking his ears. Rookstar could barely remember the last time a leafbare wasn’t hard on the Clan, but he also had no recollection of the Clan ever struggling. They were strong. Every Clan was strong and could overcome anything.
Richterscreech dipped his head in a nod, smiling at River's acceptance of his idea. "I'd keep an eye out on what cats seem to be getting close. You can usually guess which she-cat is going to be the next to announce she's pregnant," he chuckled, knowing that he was always able to tell when a young molly was getting closer with another cat, typically ending with her announcing her move to the nursery within a few moons. It was always so obvious, and also because Wolfwhiskers would always tell him when he told a she-cat that she was pregnant. Little cheats every now and then were allowed, Richterscreech thought.
Wolfwhiskers shook his head as he tried to scent for more prey, almost missing that Emberspark was staring at the stars. "They're really up there, you know," he rumbled, still sniffing and listening for a small rodent. "They talk to me so much that I find them slightly annoying. Never thought I'd call my own ancestors annoying," he chuckled, watching Emberspark out of the corner of his eye so as not to arouse suspicion. He didn't want her to know he was staring at her, so he kept up the ruse of searching for prey. Strangely, he spotted a mouse nibbling on a seed. It was almost too easy, and he set the prey before her. "Thank you ÉtoileClan for this meal," he whispered.
Faonpaw just shrugged. "Things have been rather quiet. Leafbare was hard, but it always is. I'm thankful for such peaceful moons," she meowed, genuinely meaning it. She'd spent so long hearing about hardships that any break was a welcome sight. "How about SeaClan?" she asked, hoping to hear good news from Bramblingpaw and Avocetpaw. She never liked it when the friends she made in other Clans were struggling, mostly because she knew there would never be anything she could do to help.
Sopranocavern's heart sank as Sorrelfang's description of things in HazeClan came out more negatively than she expected. As Riddleripple promised that their Clan would recover, she shivered as the memories of Quickcough and Aspstar's hysterical meltdown flashed through her mind. "He's a young tom, it's really me who needs the stretch," she chuckled, stretching out her limbs and leading the stroll. "Things in ChessClan are still recovering after our ancestors punished us with a terrible disease that took almost all of our clanmates. I didn't lose any cat dear to me, thank ÉtoileClan, but many cats did. We've been almost a full season cycle since then, but tragedy struck recently. Violindapple was in a terrible accident and unfortunately passed away. We're still coping with that, but the Clan is full of lively young kits," she chuckled as she padded along, trying to lighten the mood after two terribly sad stories.
Oiseaupaw's heart sank as HazeClan's struggles, and he began to stretch his legs awkwardly. When Riddleripple suggested the walk, he nodded eagerly. Her listened as his mother explained the past moons in ChessClan, and he remembered his faint memories of Quickcough. He'd been so young then, and he could barely remember anything, but he knew his mother had been thoroughly terrified that he would come down with the disease. "It's been nice recently, and Violindapple was such a good mentor to me. I don't doubt that harsh times will befall the Clan eventually," he snorted, knowing that no Clan could ever be peaceful for very long.
As the new tom approached, he smiled brightly. When the tom tried to say it was alright if they didn't want him to join them, Crécerelleflight patted ground with his paw. "It's perfectly fine with me! My name's Crécerelleflight," he introduced himself, feeling strangely at home around this tom in a way he hadn't felt since Soleilstripes. Crécerelleflight turned to Morasspounce and pondered his answer before speaking. "ChessClan's territory is a small valley that is entirely surrounded by mountains. There are only two true paths into the mountains, one much more dangerous than the other. There is also a stream that runs through the heart of the territory," he meowed, shuddering as he thought about the horrible final assessment for Apprenti.
Moosestar could have laughed at how uncomfortable the tom was. When he finally admitted he wasn’t too large of a fan of the crowd, she let out a chuckle. “Welcome to my world,” she sighed, her ears twitching as she tried to block out the sounds of the conversations that swirled around her. “Crowds have always made me uncomfortable. I much prefer private conversations,” she meowed, trying to keep the flirty tone out of her voice. She’d gotten so used to trying to charm every cat around her that not doing it was a struggle.
Oystersnap just chuckled. "You are perfectly fine. As for how I've been doing, I've been doing fine. My Clan hasn't run into any troubles, and there are plenty of younger cats to get under my paws. How about you?" he meowed, finally letting his fur lie flat. He hadn't done that in a long time, considering how cold his territory was even in Greenleaf, and it felt strange to him. He remembered how often Tuskpaw, Blubberpaw, Flipperpaw, and Vibrissaepaw had bothered him while they were kits, but he loved the four orphans dearly. He'd become something of a father to them, and he missed them dearly. He couldn't wait to share his stories of the Gathering with them when he returned home.
Tombecho purred as they approached Hatshepsutshine. “It’s actually Tombecho now, Helbreder of Katter Av Den Frosne Øya!” they announced proudly, trying to hide the excitement they felt at seeing their friend again. It’d been so long since they began their journey, but now they were right back where they started. They had missed Hatshepsutshine so much, and they couldn’t quite believe he was right in front of them.
Salixflutter’s smile faltered as she was asked if there were many flowers. “No, my Clan’s territory is essentially a barren wasteland. Any time I find flowers that aren’t an herb, I pick them and line my nest with them. They are so beautiful,” she sighed, her eyes finding the closest wildflower. She felt Lychnissting wrap his tail around her, and she leaned into her brother in the way she always had. She loved flowers, and she always wished more grew in the territory.
Lychnissting could hear the sorrow in Salixflutter’s voice as she talked about flowers, and he wrapped his tail around her in a comforting fashion. “There sure is plenty of wind, with such a treeless territory. The ground is covered with snow for most of the year, and the ground still is quite frozen even if it’s not. It’s a very bleak place to live, but it’s home. I’ll never be able to go to sleep without the sound of the ice crunching and colliding being played as a lullaby outside the camp,” he sighed.

Brairstar -- leader -- she-cat -- 42 moons -- tags: horizonstar(irisclan)
"Yes," The leader agreed, "but we have ways to fend it off. A valley, you say? You must be nice and cozy there." Brairstar smiled at Horizonstar. "I grew up in the snow, don't really know how I would do in warmer areas." She said the last part purring slightly.
miragewater / male / 30m / warrior / blind / tags: sootsage (snowclan)
"oh, no, nothing that bad happened," he assured her, shrugging nonchalantly. "i just stopped seeing things one day, it's not that interesting." he shook his head. he half wished he had a cool backstory to go along with his blindness.
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