by ponz » Sat Jun 05, 2021 1:29 pm
SPRUCECLAN
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CRICKETPOUNCE | Deputy | M | 82 moons | TAGS: Frostflower (PineClan)
Sometimes, Cricketpounce thought about how odd it was that he had become the deputy. Ivystar was back in camp, playing babysitter for an overwhelmed Russetclaw, which left him in charge of SpruceClan and the enforcer of good behavior at the Gathering. And to think he’d once been the biggest troublemaker in the old forest! Applefall was surely laughing at him all the way up there in StarClan. “Right this way!” he barked, bounding down the hill’s edge and suppressing a great sigh as several joints creaked in a way he still wasn’t used to hearing. Cats of his clan parted ways behind him, as if he were the riverbed’s edge that split the current in two, until Cricketpounce was the last one standing. A band of unfamiliar cats with a distinctly wintergreen scent marched past, swallowing up the remnants of his clanmates in their wake. “Ah,” he mused, already setting off after them. “That must be PineClan. I wonder... perhaps Frostflower is here.”
CRIMSONTAIL | Warrior | M | 26 moons | TAGS: open!
Crimson bared his teeth in frenetic glee, splitting from the fold of his clanmates into an enveloping crowd. SpruceClan called him Crimsontail, perhaps a wry jab at Crimson’s daunting plumage, but he wasn’t particularly bothered. Hardly a moon he’d spent with the mountain cats, and now he was accompanying them to a meeting between more clans than he could count. He liked the thrill of it, of running headlong into danger and the shock of adrenaline that followed suit. The Gathering wasn’t exactly dangerous, as far as he knew, but it was still nice to be somewhere where he could play around for the evening. And as Crimson raced into the fray, he could hardly help himself from yowling in delight. This was certainly going to be fun!
BRAMBLINGPATH | Warrior | F | 23 moons | TAGS: open!
Leaf-fall winds ruffled the long fur of Bramblingpath’s chest, a welcome coolness that reminded her of home. She eyed Crimsontail as he sprinted off into the crowd, howling in excitement, and shook her head with a bemused laugh. “Strange guy,” Bramblingpath hummed, padding off towards the central mass of strangers, but not actually venturing in herself. With no tail of her own to let twitch idly, Bramblingpath instead fell back on her whiskers, which swiveled and twisted mindlessly while she roamed. She’d let Lady Luck determine whether or not she encountered someone at this particular Gathering, and in the meantime, relished in the cool evening air.
STORMPAW | Apprentice | M | 9 moons | TAGS: open!
Once, Stormpaw had thought that SpruceClan’s camp was the busiest place in the world. But that had been when he was little, and kittens weren’t allowed to go to Gatherings. Presently, Stormpaw could care less about the size of the meeting grounds or the many unfamiliar faces trudging around. His thoughts were kept to himself as he stomped across packed earth that was still damp from recent rains. If Darkpaw were here, he knew that jerk would be mocking his every move, and Betonypaw would be prattling on about how she was so much better than both the boys, and Stormpaw would be... well, he’d probably be snarling insults at them both. So he wasn’t the nicest, sue him. Not that it mattered what Darkpaw or Betonypaw would be doing. Stormpaw was the one at the Gathering, not them, and this was his chance to meet some cats other than those two. His ears began to perk at the thought.
GOLDEN KINGDOM
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FROST’S SHEEN | Crown Princess | F | 23 moons | TAGS: Chasmstar (ChessClan)
Frost’s Sheen kept her head high as she led a small band of cats from the Golden Kingdom into the clearing, and did her very best to ignore the shake in her paws. Father was still recovering from his wounds, but he’d trusted her enough to escort and represent their kingdom in front of countless other political forces. She’d been trained for this all her life, but practice meant little when the pressure to perform bore down on kitten-soft shoulders. She wished Light or Ivory were here. All too soon, a molly’s commanding voice caught her attention, and Frost’s wide blue eyes snapped to catch those of the stranger. ’Showtime,’ she thought, and smiled. “Greetings,” Frost’s Sheen called back, bowing quickly. “My name is Frost’s Sheen, heir to the Golden Kingdom, but you may call me Frost. What are you called?”
LYNX’S PROWL | Knight | M | 54 moons | TAGS: open!
Lynx’s Prowl let his maw fall open in a great big yawn, shaking out his neatly-groomed coat. Cardinal’s Crest had helped him to tidy it up, muttering something about how a fastidious appearance would improve their chances, but Lynx refused to let his mate’s concerns weigh on his mind. He was here to find a nice molly and discuss plans of a surrogacy, certainly, and he deeply appreciated all of Cardinal’s efforts to aid the process, but he was also here to make friends and socialize in the name of the Golden Kingdom. Who was to say he didn’t have time for both?
DESDEMONA | Knight | F | 37 moons | TAGS: open!
[ Desdemona is slinking around the clearing, watching every passerby with keen orange eyes. ]
YOUNG ALYSSUM | Squire | F | 8 moons | TAGS: open!
Alyssum smiled to herself as she padded into the Gathering-place after the rest of the Golden Kingdom. It was indeed a bustling, noisy hubbub of activity, just as Frost had said, and the cacophony of sound and scent assaulting her senses had Young Alyssum nearly reeling. Still, though, the excitement brewing beneath her skin went untempered. She knew she was small and dainty, like her father and her sisters and her brother, but she was not afraid. No matter how much Young Tumble liked to fret over her, Alyssum was more than capable on her own, and the looming challenge of innumerable strangers was only one more small obstacle that she would face and conquer. With that thought in mind, Alyssum plunged headfirst into the masses, eager to explore.
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