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Post by Fawn on Aug 4, 2016 15:23:43 GMT -5
  14 Moons. Tom. RainClan.
He was a ghost, here.
Like a soul leftover from some old battle, Coldpaw stepped on silent paws, his mouth closed as though wired shut, his gaze reflective of nothing. There was a slow, methodical pattern to his glancing, the white tom pinpointing the LightningClan cats, who were last to arrive and now only a knife's throw away.
He's not here.
The majority of Coldpaw's emotions were shallow, and emptied out constantly as though drying up under the cold air of his true personality, but the disappointment he felt now was real. His father had not attended. Now truly felt like a ghost trapped in a populated area, tied to no one and nothing; coming here was not a marvel to him.
The most interesting aspect was the relative peace between all five Clans when in this circle of stones, but that didn't so much prompt a sudden respect for StarClan as it did make him contemplate what the punishment was for breaking the peace. Left to his dark, idling thoughts, the RainClan apprentice did not make an attempt to socialize, feigning shyness so that he might float like a fog near his only remaining kin, Frozenpaw.
It was fortunate, he'd decided long ago, that she was deaf. She would never ask him what he was thinking, and she could never hear his answers; though he always tried to be careful in public, to behave as if he had a pulse and emotions and empathy like everyone else, when he relaxed around Frozenpaw, sometimes his thoughts tended to go unfiltered.
"I hope he has a good excuse for not being here, Frozenpaw." Whispered the icy tom. Like killing someone.
Coldpaw looked at his green-eyed sibling, observing her wide-eyed expression. This was her second gathering, but it seemed as though she was still in awe of the sheer number of cats in the forest. Coldpaw touched her flank with the end of his tail, silently alerting her to his presence and letting her know that she had an anchor point, a beacon to find her way back to safety should she get overwhelmed.
She was his anchor too. His mortal tie. After the death of Lilackit and the abandonment of Redsplash, no one else really seemed to matter.
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Tags: BlooRey DVD (for Minnowpaw), Hellion (for Duskpaw) Amber (for Frozenpaw!) Phoenix (Speak of the devil)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 16:05:20 GMT -5
Cricketpaw
Cricketpaw had no idea where she was.
It was her first gathering and she had gotten separated from her mentor and clanmates. Now she wandered in the darkness, uncertain and mildly terrified, her fur fluffed slightly and the white glowing in the moonlight.The great Starclan's claws loomed up above her, like omens of Starclan's power, to remind the clans of the code they had all sworn to follow. It gave her the creeps.
Now she had the option to talk to someone, the question was who? Her siblings would never let her live it down if she went to a gathering and didnt actually talk to a cat from another clan, so she screwed her courage to the sticking point and set off to try and find somecat to talk to. There were many small groups of warriors and apprentices around, and the scents of all the clans mingled and swirld together. It was all a bit overwhelming. As she hesitated on the edges, she noticed two apprentices hanging out on the edges, like ghosts with their light pelts. Something drew her to them, and Cricketpaw finally turned her slow paws to their direction.
As she approached, she raised her tail in greeting, smiling at both of them.
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Post by Hellion on Aug 6, 2016 19:33:16 GMT -5
She had followed after Lionstar diligently but wasn't really in the mood to 'enjoy' the gathering. Her brother Dunepaw had been instructed to stay behind at home, even her newer friend Stonepaw had stayed behind. Feel almost like a single tree on a barren wasteland, Duskpaw wasn't excited.
Instead she found herself on the outskirts of the gathering. He orange and white body didn't blend it all that well, but she didn't care. It was her attitude that but other cats off from talking to her.
This behavior was because she felt so alone, none of the other warriors with Lionstar knew her aside from knowing her mother. There wasn't much for her to say to them and her loyalty in TreeClan made making friends outside of TreeClan difficult. Duskpaw tried avoided cats from NightClan and LightingClan both.
She realized that as she sat near the edge she was somewhat near another cat. One who smelt of fish and wet wood. A RainClan cat She thought looking him over with his eerily white pelt. He was on the 'okay' list when it came to talk but he didn't say anything and neither did she.
The unexpected arrival of another cat had Duskpaw's ears turning toward her. She should be polite and respond and turned her attention on to Cricketpaw.
"I'm Duskpaw of TreeClan," She told her, feeling only a little awkward because she was answering before the tom considering Crickeptaw talked to him first.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 20:11:12 GMT -5
RainClan was first to arrive, and Frozenpaw took a spot beside her brother as they waited for the others to arrive. Her mentor hadn’t been invited, and that saddened her a bit, but she was still immensely excited. The smell of trees and forests blew in, and Frozenpaw perked up a little. Her eyes searched the arriving cats, but before she could get a good look at any of them, someone walked past her and her brother, momentarily blocking her view. When the cat moved, she saw that not only had the TreeClan cats arrived, but their pine-dwelling neighbors had, too.
Her search became increasingly more difficult as StoneClan and LightningClan arrived. Coldpaw leaned closer and she turned her head to look at him. She could tell he was saying something, but she didn’t know what. It used to frustrate her, being able to see others communicate but never being able to take part. For the most part, she had gotten used to it, and she realized Coldpaw was likely talking more to himself that to her. The tip of his tail brushed her side, and she smiled at him before turning her eyes back to the gathered cats.
When she finally, finally found her, Frozenpaw couldn’t suppress a little excited squeal. She hopped up to her paws and ran her tail against Coldpaw’s flank as she left him, darting forward into the crowd, unintentionally ignoring the words of two other she-cats she had not seen nor heard show up.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 7, 2016 7:44:37 GMT -5
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The fawn coloured apprentice glanced about uneasily. She couldn't stop herself from peering up at where all the leaders stood, her strange eyes landing upon her former mentor, Timberstar. Minnowpaw winced upon seeing just how fragile she looked. Timberstar was doing what she could to appear strong, but standing next to cats like Lionstar or Hawkstar? Really she looked nearly pathetic. Despite her best efforts, it was obvious to Minnowpaw that the RainClan leader was not doing very well health wise. But they had to keep up appearances, and a leader failing to show up to a Gathering? That exhibited signs of weakness and would only cause them trouble.
With a soft sigh, Minnowpaw turned away from the leaders, focusing her attention on the gathered cats. She supposed that she should find herself somewhere to sit, try and talk to some cats and pretend as though everything in RainClan was peachy keen. Is this what Gatherings are? A show of false strength, pretending as though this Clan or that Clan is the greatest in the forest to ward off any potential threats from neighbouring Clans? How did we become something so... Sad, so dependent on upholding appearances?
It was sad to Minnowpaw. Still, there was nothing she could do as an apprentice that had never managed to achieve anything that might be remotely close to greatness. She was just.. Minnowpaw. Just average. Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a blur of white fur streaking by her. Her head shot up in alarm, eyes following the familiar pelt of Frozenpaw as the deaf apprentice approached an older she-cat. She obviously recognizes her... She thought to herself, seeing the way Frozenpaw seemed to light up. Glancing back in the direction Frozenpaw had come, she could make out Coldpaw's white pelt.
Before she could even think about what to do next, her paws were carrying her to the white tom's side. By the time she arrived, two other she-cats were sitting with him, slowing her approach slightly. What... What am I doing? But it was too late to back out now; his blue eyes had seen her. With a sharp intake of breath, she stepped around the figure of a ginger tabby apprentice, before slowly lowering herself into a seat beside Coldpaw. She'd thought she'd heard the other apprentices introducing themselves, and figured it would be the best place for her to start.
"Hi, I'm Minnowpaw of RainClan." She offered before falling quiet. She had to remind herself not to sit too close to Coldpaw, despite the way her pelt itched for something familiar. She was supposed to be a 'big girl'. Why was it she felt so out of place here, amongst the warriors and apprentices of various Clans?
I feel you beside me,
We're in the masquerade
A beautiful game to play.
It's so powerful when
You're controlling me
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Post by Fawn on Aug 7, 2016 18:12:42 GMT -5
14 Moons. Tom. RainClan.
The bone-white tom's ears swiveled, his cold-looking features hinting at surprise. Cats were actually trying to talk to him? That was a first. Likely because they had not grown up with him or his siblings; and, in the absence of Redsplash or Whiteshade or Lilackit to add an altogether unnatural aura to their little family, Coldpaw probably seemed normal.
That thought alone was enough to make him smile. Him? Normal? Preposterous.
And here was Minnowpaw, who was living up to her name quite well by being a small, annoying fish that clung to the shaded shallows, trying to avoid getting swallowed up by everything else in the river's ecosystem. Coldpaw was not a minnow, nor was he a pike, like her brother.
He was his own creature. And he'd learned how to swim the social currents enough to pass himself off as a fish, but it would never be perfect.
"I'm Coldpaw." He didn't bother to mention what Clan; if they couldn't smell the fish and the river on him, then they had to have lost their sense of smell at some point prior to this gathering. "Cricketpaw," he nodded curtly to her, as though memorizing her name. "And Duskpaw."
The sudden rush of white fur had Coldpaw staring after the excited figure of his sister, his mind blowing the dust off of his protective instincts as he tensed only minimally, searching for something that could have frightened her. Then he saw Frozenpaw all but dance on her snow white paws in the presence of a large tortoiseshell she-cat from (he paused, letting the scents waft to him; RainClan cats were not the best at scent trails, when it was useless in the water) TreeClan. So she's made a... friend.
Yes, that must be the case. Frozenpaw may have lacked her hearing, but she seemed to have been born with a heart and a soul to make up for it. Oh, how unlike the rest of her family she was...
"That's my sister, Frozenpaw." He gestured with the tip of his tail. "She's deaf." Ice-blue eyes narrowed a little, watching for even the slightest hint of offensive reactions from his new 'acquaintances'. He would not tolerate mockery of his family. He would not tolerate that kind of baseless disrespect. It did not matter that she could not hear it; he could.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 15:27:06 GMT -5
Cricketpaw
As she padded through the mass of pelts towards the tom she had been aiming for, his scent finally caught up to her. She paused for a moment, allowing the herself to identify the scent. She remembered the strange fishy smell from the Rainclan border. A small flutter of pride at her ability to identify it caused her to look around for her mentor, but he was clearly distracted. She would have to tell him later.
As she was looking around, she noticed another she-cat padding towards them, and another unfamiliar scent hit her, along with the she-cats name. Duskpaw, of Treeclan. That explained the scent of trees and earth. Cricketpaw nodded enthusistically at the she-cat. Before she could say anything, one of the light furred Rainclan cats burst forward, seeming to zero in on something and rush past. Cricketpaw bounced slightly to the side out of her way, very confused.
As she was about to ask, another Rainclan cat sidled up to the tom and murmured her name. Wow this was getting to be a party wasn't it? The first Rainclan tom finally spoke, repeating the other apprentices names, and then explaining the other cat's rapid exit. Oh she was deaf, made sense.
"Well its nice to meet all of you..." said Cricketpaw somewhat awkwardly. What did you talk about at a gathering?
"Is this everyone's first gathering? It's mine, but unfortunately my siblings had to stay home..."
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Post by Hellion on Aug 16, 2016 0:46:11 GMT -5
The abrupt arrival of the second RainClan cat had Duskpaw's nose twitching. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be used to the smell, not that it really mattered. She wasn't really trying to make friends, just being polite. However it quickly became apparent the RainClan cats travelled in globs like fish, another joined the little gathering of apprentices. Unlike the second cats to arrive, the third came her name. Minnowpaw. Did RainClan love their fish so much that they named their cats after them? Holding back the urge to laugh, Duskpaw instead nodded in greeting. RainClan were certainly odd cats. Finally the first RainClan cat gave his name. It was a little concern given the paleness of his coat. She wondered if he was sick as a kit or something, but again reminded herself it wasn't her business to ask or even know. What startled Duskpaw the most was the knowledge that she was given. Froznepaw was deaf! How could the she-cat expect to be a warrior? Duskpaw couldn't think of a time she wasn't using her ears. She used them to listen for birds above her when hunting, hear her mentor's command or advice when sparring. She assumed that Frozenpaw was just being given the rank as apprentice until she was old enough to be given a warrior name then ushered into the elder's den. In Duskpaw's eyes that would the kindest thing to do for the she-cat. Cricketpaw spoke next and it was made clear that she was going to be leading most of the conversation, not that Duskpaw cared. She preferred talking with Stonepaw or Sparrowpaw rather than rival clan apprentices. "Um this is my second actually, but my brother stayed home this time. How do you like it so far?"[/font] Duskpaw added in order to be polite, shifting her gaze to include anyone else who wanted to answer. Fawn @dreamer BlooRey DVD Amber |
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 24, 2016 15:31:01 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~ It was logical to assume the more time you spent somewhere, the more familiar it would become to you. At least, that's what Minnowpaw had told herself as she'd lowered her fawn coloured flank to the ground at Coldpaw's side. So far, the sentiment had proven completely false. Despite the fact she was surrounded by three other cats, one of which was her own Clanmate, Minnowpaw was beginning to feel more and more alone as time inched by. She listened quietly as Coldpaw reiterated each of the she-cats' names, her greenish eyes drifting from the StoneClan apprentice to the TreeClan apprentice in turn.
Idly, she wondered if she could get away without actually saying anymore than she'd already said. She wasn't really interesting, so surely no one would be asking her direct questions. It was only the group addressed questions she need worry about. Although... She doubted any of the others would really care what she ended up saying regardless. Still, she didn't have it within her to not at least be polite when general questions were set forth by these cats she didn't know at all. Her soft tail tucked in closer to her side, as though the RainClan apprentice were preparing herself for whatever was to come.
And then Cricketpaw went ahead and asked a question. Minnowpaw's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, the apprentice dreading the moment it came time for her to answer. Fortunately, after Cricketpaw answered her own question, Duskpaw seemed ready to pick it up. Scrambling to piece together her own answer, Minnowpaw cleared her through slightly in preparation to speak. She had to remind herself that Duskpaw had (unfortunately) asked her own question in addition to answering Cricketpaw. This meant Minnowpaw now had two things to answer. Take it easy, Minnowpaw. Start with the first one, you know how to answer it...
Though Minnowpaw had once been a fierce kit, prepared to protect and speak for her sister Quietstream at any moment, something in her seemed to have died along the way. Now, Minnowpaw wished for nothing more than for Coldpaw (or some other cat) to step in and steer the conversation. Still, she made her best effort. "It's... My first Gathering too. It's alright I guess? I didn't expect there to be so many cats or... For it to be so... I don't know, showy..?" Her voice just kind of... Fizzled out at the end, the apprentice pretending as though something caught her eye so that she could look away.
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