- CHESSCLAN !!
- ROOKSTAR || Roi || Tom || 50 Moons || Tagged: Sun’s Guiding Light (The Court of the Butterflies)
- Rookstar’s mind filled with delight as Sunlight chattered about her Clan and their success since he had last seen her, his head bobbing and nodding along with her voice. He couldn’t quite figure out what ‘swallowtail’ was, but he congratulated her just the same. “The prey is running just as smoothly as ever. Several new apprenti and cavalier have been named, and many of our young mollies have been told they’re expecting,” he purred, glad at the thought of a full nursery. the emptiness brought on by leafbare was unsettling to the tom, but he could care less now that the skies were warmer and the weather more welcoming for such fragile creatures. Not to mention the abundance of prey that the turning of the seasons presented, a silver platter of plump and young specimens just ripe for the picking. Rookstar licked his lips at the thought of a particularly juicy-looking squirrel that had been placed on top of the prey pile just before he left.
“Our acting Tour was in an unfortunate accident, so our Tour has resumed his duties until Richterscreech can return to his temporary position. Such terrible timing too, with mine and Freuxfreckle’s kits being born any day now through the surrogate we chose,” he chuckled sorrowfully, his eyes distant as he thought of the idea of being a true father. After Chasmstar restricting him from his kits’ lives until they were apprenti, he had dreamed of another litter and another chance to be there for them when they were so tiny and helpless and dependent. He let out a wistful sigh, the image of tiny kits nestled between his and Freuxfreckle’s bodies warming his thoughts and smiles. It was only then that he realized he had drifted off into a daydream, and he offered Sunlight an apologetic chuckle.
CHASMSTAR || Dame || Molly || 41 Moons || Tagged: Marlon (Earthfall)
- Chasmstar took in the tom before her, his pelt a beautiful combination of blacks, browns, and whites. He had an abnormally short tail, it reminded her almost of some of her clanmates' tails. His ears seemed almost too big for his head, but his stern yellow eyes brought her attention back to his face. He immediately asked if she was a leader, and she had to force her pelt to not bristle in response. Why was he immediately making assumptions about her rank, albeit correct ones. "Yes, though I am called a Dame in my Clan," she meowed coldly, her voice carrying nearly no emotion at all. She was tempted to stare at him, committing his entire face to memory as she catalogued it with her list of leaders. Now, she only needed a name and a Clan to pair it with. "What about you? Are you a leader as well?" she asked, prodding him for information.
She was tempted to blatantly ask his name, but she thought it could be perceived as rude and decided to wait until he offered it up himself. If he didn't, she would just seek him out again at the next Gathering in an attempt to complete her mental file on him. She'd met several leaders of several different Clans, offering and receiving advice in a seemingly random pattern from all her acquaintances she had acquired at the numerous Gatherings she had attended. "Is this your first Gathering? I haven't seen you around these parts before," she meowed, her voice firm yet feminine while her eyes remained as stone cold as ever.
FREUXFRECKLE || Cavalier (acting Tour) || 42 Moons || Tagged: Houndtooth (BreezeClan), Moonblossom (SloughClan)
- Freuxfreckle's tail curled with delight as the larger, grumpier cat acknowledged him. He was delighted in the thoughts of his incoming kits, barely hearing anything. "I'm from ChessClan, and I'm the Tour though I'm currently taking a break for my family," he meowed, watching the conversation between the molly and the tom with interest. "Our leaders have had kits before, and it has always been a joy. When Chasmstar was out for her litter, Rookstar stepped forward to take her place. Now, that mine and Rookstar's kits are on the way, Chasmstar is more than willing to help out," he meowed, confused as to why all Clans didn't have two leaders. It surely made things easier when one was needed by their family or the other needed a short break due to stressful situations. While it was true that the two former mates bickered a lot, the Clan benefitted greatly from the double leaders.
"I can understand how it's hard on you, though," he meowed, turning to the molly with a kind eye. "I'm overjoyed to have a litter on the way, but I can remember how stressed Rookstar was when Chasmstar took a six moon break to raise their litter of kits after their split," he meowed, quietly cursing himself as he realized he was sharing vital ChessClan information. He didn't fully care anymore, knowing that rumors has circulated through their allies and bordering Clans that the Dame and Roi had split but remained in their positions of power. It was strange, he thought, but he turned. "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Freuxfreckle. You?" he asked, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two cats he was speaking with.
WOLFWHISKERS || Fou || Tom || 65 Moons || Tagged: Emberspark (HazeClan)
- Wolfwhiskers just sighed, wondering what medicine cat would ever decide to have kits during a kit boom. "They do understand that it is their job to their Clan and their ancestors to help bring new life into this world? And I don't mean by having their own," he added the last bit quickly, hoping to avoid confusion. "Kits are a wonderful experience, but I spend all of my day worrying about my son after losing both his brother and his mother at nearly the same time," he meowed softly, thoughts of Rocherpebble falling to the front of his mind. He remembered the dark days when Quickcough was in full swing and he struggled to even get out of his nest from the weariness, but Rocherpebble had returned and given him a renewed strength at the time he needed it most.
"I guess those kits have all grown into fine young warriors," he meowed, knowing that several queens missed their kits when they entered the apprentice or warrior den. "Their mothers must all be so proud," he chuckled, knowing he surely was proud of Rocherpebble. "I wish I could bring Rocherpebble with me just about everywhere to parade him around. I become such a sap when he's around," he chuckled lightly, a smile creeping across his face. He rarely smiled, but something about Emberspark's friendship made him comfortable enough to do so without a second thought.
FAONPAW || Fou Apprenti || Molly || 19 Moons || Tagged: Bramblingpaw (SeaClan)
- Bramblingpaw’s happiness and joy filled Faonpaw with a warm, fuzzy feeling that chased away all the stress of still being an apprentice at nearly twenty moons of age with no end in sight. She let a genuine smile break across her face as her tail curled over her spine, her whiskers twitching with the delight that filled her each time she saw her friend. “How have things been in SeaClan?” she asked, quickly turning her head as a strange feeling rippled down her spine. Her eyes locked onto Wolfwhiskers, across the Gathering, who was smiling like a fool. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, her tail slackening and falling to the ground as she witnessed a smile on her mentor’s face for the first time.
“I’ve never actually seen him smile. That cat he’s talking to must be someone special,” she chuckled in a half-whisper, not realizing he could never hear her across the Gathering. She let out a laugh as she turned back to Bramblingpaw, knowing that she probably looked incredibly stupid for getting so excited about seeing an old tom smile like an overjoyed kit. “Sorry about that, got a little bot distracted,” she chuckled softly, her eyes wide. “I sure hope things have gone well in SeaClan, it’s always such a downer when my friend’s Clans are struggling,” she purred, turning around and pressing her cheek against Bramblingpaw’s in a friendly gesture.
COLLERETTEWINK || Cavalier || Molly || 15 Moons || Tagged: Eggnog
- Collerettewink just chuckled, nodding enthusiastically as Eggnog shared her story. “No cat born outside the Clans hear about Gatherings until they join one. I was lucky enough to be born in ChessClan, so I’ve been raised on the excitement and promise of thrills offered by Gatherings. It’s nice to meet a cat so fresh into the Clan life, all the newbies in ChessClan find the older and more experienced cavalier. I bet that the younger cavalier born into the Clan have much more excitement and eagerness to share their stories,” she humphed quietly, snorting through her nose at the thoughts of how Manguesplash had rejected her offer to show him around the camp and territory in favor of Valleyrunner’s offer. The old, paralyzed tom annoyed Collerettewink immensely, always chattering about how his family was the best.
She could barely remember what she was talking about, and she remembered the cat’s name. “Eggnog is kind of strange. I know what eggs are, such a delicious newleaf treat,” she moaned, hoping a hunting patrol would bring back a nest sooner or later. “What’s a nog?” she asked, referring to the strange suffix that confused her any time she thought of it. “Unless Eggnog is one word and not a prefix and a suffix,” she meowed quickly, hoping not to offend the strange cat by insulting her name. Collerettewink hated when she would accidentally jump to conclusions, but she hoped Eggnog would be forgiving in the chance she said anything wrong.
CRÉCERELLEFLIGHT || Cavalier || Tom || 52 Moons || Tagged: Morasspounce (SloughClan)
- Crécerelleflight had been clinging to the edges of the Gathering, avoiding going into the crowd. He was watching the cats that were wandering alone like himself. As he watched a particular pelt, it clicked in his mind who she was. “Morasspounce?” he called, approaching the cat warily. He sincerely hoped he hadn’t found the wrong cat, the thought of the embarrassment nearly overwhelming. He took a few deep breaths before reaching out and tapping her flank. She seemed lost in thought, which is where Crécerelleflight would much rather have been. Yet, Rookstar thought getting out of camp would be good for him. So, here he was. He shook out his pelt and put on a large smile, ready to greet the cat he truly believed to be Morasspounce of SloughClan.
PAPILLONSHIMMER || Cavalier || Molly || 27 Moons || Tagged: Apisbumble (SloughClan)
- The journey was tiring, and Papillonshimmer climbed the first tree she found when she entered the Gathering. She sat atop the lowest branch, gently stretching her weary limbs as she surveyed the large crowd. She had left her butterfly wings behind at camp, telling Peuwobble they could wash them when they washed their own moth wings. Roguekit was entirely too excited to take an adventure to the stream, which is why Papillonshimmer had told Peuwobble to allow Roguekit to help and do most of the work. As she stretched and watched, a familiar sight made her yowl with excitement. She dropped from the tree branch, nearly landing on top of Apisbumble as she stumbled in a tight circle to face her littermate. “Apisbumble! It’s really you! It feels like it’s been entirely too long since I last saw you,” she cried, blinking away her joyous tears.
She sniffed Apisbumble from top to bottom, making sure she hadn’t sustained any injuries. She would most definitely destroy any cat that dare laid a claw on her precious sister. She felt such protectiveness for Apisbumble that she immediately looked at every cat near them to ensure she couldn’t see any immediate threat. She had seen Moth die, and she was not about to allow the same fate to befall her dear sister. “I’ve missed you, Apisbumble. Life in ChessClan is good, but I will never be able to get over the sheer excitement I feel every time I see you,” she chuckled, trying to hide her muzzle behind her paw. It was embarrassing to be a fully grown molly so excited in such a public place.