- CHESSCLAN !!
- ROOKSTAR || Roi || Tom || 51 Moons || Tagged: Sun’s Guiding Light (The Court of the Butterflies)
- Rookstar couldn't hold it back any longer. "My son was born and brought to my Clan!" he cried, his entire body going rigid with excitement. He was genuinely horrified that he had burst like that, but he decided that he could care less. "Dauphinkit was born with no complications, and I was so excited. He's sleeping away back at camp with my mate, and I just wish I could be there with him," he sighed, sounding so much like a molly who was on her first trip away from her litter. He could have cursed himself, but he still didn't care. Dauphinkit was his pride and joy, and every cat needed to know.
CHASMSTAR || Dame || Molly || 42 Moons || Tagged: Marlon (Earthfall)
Chasmstar's entire body vibrated as she surged into the Gathering. She had eyes for only one pelt, and she sifted through the mass of cats until she spotted the eyes that made her blood boil. She wouldn't let him get the better of her this time, no she wouldn't. She stalked across the ground until she reached the tom, twisting around to run her thick tail underneath his chin in a greeting. "Hello, darling," she purred, her voice silky smooth yet dripping with all the venom she could muster. "I sure hope this past moon has brought as much misery upon your shoulders as it possibly could," she chirped brightly, as if she hadn't just blatantly insulted and wished harm on another cat. Her eyes were turned up in a wicked smile, and she winked at the tom before sweeping herself in a circle and sitting with her tail wrapped tightly around her paws. With one final action to complete her strange hello, she reached up with a paw and lightly tapped the tom's nose with a kit-like grin.
RICHTERSCREECH || Tour || Tom || 61 Moons || Tagged: Ivyblossom (SpruceClan)
- Richterscreech smiled at the molly's words, dipping his head respectfully towards her. "SpruceClan sounds so familiar. You wouldn't happen to have a clanmate named Ramsey, would you?" he meowed, suddenly believing the tom his mate had surrogated for was from a SpruceClan. He thought about Guêpekit and Bourrasquekit for a split second, a purr rising at the thought of the two Pions he and his mate were raising despite them having originally been from a planned surrogacy. He suddenly stood and shook out his pelt, shuddering as he hoped he had gotten all of the dirt and grime from the journey to the Gathering off of him. He sincerely did not want to accidentally shower Ivyblossom in disgusting mess.
WOLFWHISKERS || Fou || Tom || 66 Moons || Tagged: Emberspark (HazeClan)
Wolfwhiskers's pelt itched with excitement as he padded past Rookstar with as much dignity as he could muster. The long, tiring days of being the Fou took their toll, but he looked forward to the Gatherings with a passion. They were, after all, the place with the highest chance that he could see Emberspark at. He didn't understand why this molly had so essentially swept him off his paws in just a few meetings, but she had become a face he saw in his dreams. He wove through the cats with only one purpose in mind, paying no attention to the joyful family reunions or the excited meetings of mates that lived in separate Clans. He shouldered one such pair aside, muttering an apology, before he spotted Emberspark next to two other cats. Doubt clouded his judgement, making him falter and wonder if he should even approach her. Pushing the thoughts aside, he surged towards her with a small smile. "Emberspark! How strange to see you here," he joked, silently cursing himself for the sarcasm. He wasn't usually like this! He was supposed to be calm, composed, and quiet. He was supposed to be the grumpy Fou, but Emberspark undid all of that.
PAPILLONSHIMMER || Cavalier || Molly || 28 Moons || Tagged: Apisbumble (SloughClan)
Papillonshimmer shivered as she trekked towards the Gathering, cursing herself at having forgotten just how long of a journey it was. She was cold, miserably so, and she wished to be in her warm nest back at the camp. She could have been toasty between her sleeping clanmates if she hadn't offered to go to the Gathering. She could have had a warm meal when the sundown hunting patrol returned if she hadn't said yes to Rookstar's offer. She could have—
Her thoughts were stopped as the familiar sight of Apisbumble made a purr rise in her throat. She doubled her speed as she crossed the Gathering, making sure to approach Apisbumble in her full line of vision. She didn't dare startle her sister, especially since she believed it to be cruel to startle some cat as a joke. "Apisbumble!" she chirped, reaching her nose out in a greeting. She wanted to rub her forehead under her chin; she wanted to sniff every inch of Apisbumble to ensure the molly was not injured in any shape, form, or fashion. Yet, she restrained herself to a simple touch of the nose.
CRÉCERELLEFLIGHT || Cavalier || Tom || 53 Moons || Tagged: Morasspounce (SloughClan)
Crécerelleflight told himself over and over again that he wasn't searching for Morasspounce, but each time he chanted inwardly he could feel the doubt in his mind. He let out one long breath before letting his thin shield collapse, his eyes immediately roaming the crowd in search of her beautifully green pelt. He had once believed himself incapable of being happy after Soleilspots's passing, but Morasspounce had changed all that. He soared through the crowd, sniffing and eyeing every possible pelt until he exploded onto the other side. He panted as he recomposed himself, his heart falling as he realized he hadn't seen her. Maybe she just hadn't wanted to come this time around, he told himself. He chanted that she wasn't avoiding him as he sat down, but his hopes still sat delicately on
his paws. As he let his eyes fall, a flash of green caught his eye. "Morasspounce?" he called, springing to his paws.
ROMARINTUFT || Cavalier || Tom || 15 Moons || Tagged: Frecklenose (LightClan)
Romarintuft was oh so excited, having to restrain himself from bouncing up and down like a Pion. He flexed his claws into the ground as he scanned for a singular cat, hoping to spot someone around his age he could approach. As he scanned, he didn't even notice the molly collide. As he heard her yelp, he spun in a circle to apologize, but she beat him to it. "You're fine! I didn't even feel it to be honest. I think I'm too hyped up with the adrenaline of my first Gathering," he chuckled. He quickly chided himself for being so excited, wondering what the molly would think of him. His thoughts flitted to when his mother would scold him for getting so excited that he would destroy things, and his mood fell.
- KATTER AV DEN FROSNE ØYA
- MOOSESTAR || Dronning || Molly || 58 Moons || Tagged: Squirrelflash (Evergreen Park)
Moosestar stared at herself in the puddle, quickly grooming her ruffled fur as she scoffed. She wasn't about to attend the Gathering looking like she just rolled out of her nest, that was for sure. Yet, that was the truth of what had happened. She had spent much of the past moon in her nest with Aukkit, Dallkit, and Verglaskit. After the accident which resulted in her losing a life and two of her kits being severely injured, she would take no chances. Fierce motherly protective instincts flooded through her, temporarily distracting her. She spun, narrowly missing another cat with her tail. "I'm sorry," she meowed, noticing the cat was in the leaders area. "I'm Moosestar," she meowed quickly, introducing herself so as not to be rude.
OYSTERSNAP || Hertuger || Tom || 94 Moons || Tagged: Atlasrain (ChaosClan)
Oystersnap broke apart from Moosestar with a chuckle as she introduced herself, his slow steps carrying him towards a tom who seemed lost in thought. "You youngsters always have your heads in the clouds," he croaked, clearing his throat with a chuckle. He was getting on up there in moons, and he knew that he often sounded like a cranky elder. Yet, he was a Hertuger, and he would act as one. "I'm Oystersnap, Hertuger," he meowed the greeting, making sure to include his title beside his name so as to include no confusion. He offered the tom a thoughtful smile before he scraped a paw over his ear.
CROOKEDSTRIKE || Nedre Beskyttere || Molly || 31 Moons || Tagged: Mintfur (SpruceClan) & Greenflash (RavenClan)
- Crookedstrike's eyes sparkled as she spotted Mintfur, the father of her kits and her mate. "Mintfur!" she called excitedly, rushing towards him as she avoided the other cats. She nuzzled him affectionately, quickly pulling back and regaining her composure. She didn't want to seem like some excited kit seeing a Gathering for the first time, that was for sure. She curled her tail above her spine as she looked down, smiling at her barely rounded belly. It wasn't obvious at all that she was carrying, but Mintfur would know. She sure hoped he would, anyway, considering she had told him when she had found out.
BELLMELODY & BOGBELLY || Lavere Jagere || Molly & Tom || 24 & 25 Moons || Tagged: Nutmegdawn & Peppermintcloud (IceClan)
- Bellmelody's eyes were bright and shining, and she quickly nudged Bogbelly as an encouragement to make him erase the scowl from his face. "I'm Bellmelody, and this is my clanmate Bogbelly," she meowed, her voice faltering as she realized that their names rhymed. She chuckled softly to herself, and Bogbelly could feel the tug in his heart. Her laugh was almost musical to him. Bellmelody could feel Bogbelly stiffen at her laugh, and she immediately turned to find out what was wrong. She shrugged when he offered a smile, and she turned back to the two cats. They were obviously mates, and she couldn't stop herself from wishing she and Bogbelly could be like that. She quickly denied her feelings, telling herself that Bogbelly only thought of her as a friend. "We're from Kattr av den Frosne Øya," she meowed with a purr, and Bogbelly had to hold back his own purr. He offered a tightlipped smile, one that almost seemed painful. "Don't mind Bogbelly here, he's just a little awkward tom. He hasn't quite figured out how to be polite," Bellmelody jibed, pressing her muzzle into his fur in an affectionate gesture. Bogbelly dismissed this as a friendly notion, as Bellmelody was always so affectionate with her friends.
