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Post by Ginger on Nov 28, 2019 23:34:55 GMT -5
A gathering! A real live gathering! So many scents to smell, so many cats to see. How incredible!
Breezepaw reigned herself in. She couldn't appear too excited and stick out from the rest of her clanmates -- most NightClan cats today were not excited about speaking with other clans amidst the growing tensions between NightClan and TreeClan. Besides, she had heard rumors that no one liked NightClan at the moment anyways. Breezepaw didn't really believe that a fight between TreeClan and NightClan would make everyone hate NightClan, but once she and her clanmates appeared at StarClan's Claws, it became apparent that it was true.
Angry glances, snide remarks, and backs turning away were things that Breezepaw never thought she would have to experience in life. It hurt to see cats that felt hatred towards her without even speaking.
Oh well, at least she had Roachpaw. Even though the young brown apprentice was always saying awful things to her, Breezepaw just couldn't give up on him. There was something good inside of Roachpaw that Breezepaw could see, even if he himself didn't see it.
Walking alongside the moody tom, Breezepaw couldn't help but look at him. How could someone so small, so handsome, be full of so much rage? There had to be a way to make him see past that and unlock the cage that his good heart was being kept in.
Oof!
Breezepaw had collided straight into a gray she-cat who smelled of grass. Having never smelt this before, Breezepaw could only assume the apprentice was in StoneClan or Lightningclan.
"I'm so sorry, I-I didn't see," she started, hoping the gray she-cat would not be too upset.
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Post by Abyss on Nov 29, 2019 18:46:24 GMT -5
A low growl rumbled through her throat. The time had come. The time that she wished that clans didn’t have requirements to becoming a Warrior. A Gathering. Most Apprentices looked forward to this day in their life. The day when they would get to go to a Gathering for the first time, allowing them to see and smell cats of the other four clans. They could make new friends, they could see who their neighbors truly were, and they would get to see the five Leaders stand atop Starclan’s Claws. The star-struck look in the eyes of a newly promoted Apprentice on this day were common. But that look could not be found on the face of a particular Apprentice as she emerged into the clearing.
Narrowed green eyes scanned the large clearing as Lightningclan made their appearance, Goosepaw’s very clear distaste for this event clear through her expression. She and her sisters had been given a lecture before they departed, stating to watch and observe the cats of the other clans. But they were not to cause trouble.
I’m not sure it’s us that should be told not to cause trouble, she growled in her mind, taking a seat in a less populated area of the clearing and watching as the other clans began to make their appearances. In particular, her glaring eyes found themselves locked on a particular figure as they made their way out of the surrounding forest. Darkstar.
Seeing the notorious tortoiseshell make her way into the clearing and taking her perch on top of Starclan’s Claws, the gray Apprentice found a deep growl beginning to rumble through her chest. She had heard multiple stories recently and in the past of what was happening. Stories of what was happening between Nightclan and Treeclan. Granted, Goosepaw couldn’t care less about what those two did to one another. As long as they didn’t pose a threat to Lightningclan, they could do as they pleased. But with the way she had heard rumors, a war was coming, and both Darkstar and Lionstar were the cause of it. They are a threat.
Her claws slowly began to unsheathe, peering up at the sacred stone as not five, but six, cats took their places atop of it. Her eyes found their way to a cat who she was unfamiliar with, a cat who had not been described to her previous to now. It was a large cat, similar in appearance to Lionstar but different. There was the slightest hint of curiosity in her mind as to why there was a sixth cat on the stone when there were only meant to be five. Guessing based on what she had heard of the past Gathering, she could only assume that this was the Leader of the so-called “Tribe”.
They are not a clan. They are not one of the five. Why are they here, and why does their Leader have any right to sta-
A small amount of force hit into the slender she-cat’s side, causing her to slightly tumble to her side. Her head quickly turning to face whoever had smacked into her. Green eyes locked onto another tortoiseshell face, a younger she-cat with a long pelt and duller green eyes that had a scent of mud. She could only assume that this was a Nightclan cat. Looking surprised, the other she-cat let out some kind of apology, beginning to say that she hadn’t seen Goosepaw sitting their. Just sitting. Not moving. In the same spot. Her eyes narrowed further and her nose somewhat scrunched at the scent, turning her head away from the other Apprentice.
“Watch where you’re going, Nightclanner, ” she growled, eyes returning back to that of the Leaders that stood before her.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 29, 2019 23:06:01 GMT -5
Roachpaw Thought that it was clear, nobody said that life was fair Instead of Breezepaw's soft spoken speech, the voice that answered Goosepaw was masculine and making no attempts at any sort of politeness. "Why don't you watch your mouth, Frogdung."
Roachpaw stalked around his Clanmate, shooting her an expression somewhere between controlled neutrality and irritation. Frogbrain! You should watch where you're going! It was the words he wanted to say to the ditzy, pathetic little tortoiseshell that had somehow come out of Thornscar and Thistlepelt. But those words were going to have to wait.
No matter his disdain for Breezepaw, nobody got to badmouth NightClan, not in front of him. Not even if the cat representing NightClan was Breezepaw. "Don't apologize to LightningClan cats, Breezepaw. Do you apologize when you step on a bug, too?" he sneered, wanting to cuff her around her ears for her social awkwardness. What was there to be afraid of? No Clan was as great as NightClan. Even if a fight were to break out (wouldn't that be something?), NightClan would triumph. They always did. Most of these Clans would tuck tail and run like the mousehearts they are.
Roachpaw's bronze eyes, burning with that intensity that was quickly becoming characteristic of him, not simply a passing mood, finally fixed on Goosepaw. A lanky gray she-cat with bright green eyes had mouthed off to Breezepaw. Roachpaw stared at the grass-scented she-cat with a kind of bemused leer. Who did she remind him of? Those skinny legs and ridiculous ears...
Ratfur.
She looked like NightClan's elder, Ratfur. Also known as the Clan's most useless cat. Roachpaw openly snorted. He tapped Breezepaw on the flank with his tail, ready to dismiss the leggy LightningClan cat. "Let's go. We'll have a better view of Darkstar over here." 6 moons nightclan |
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Post by Ginger on Dec 16, 2019 20:07:37 GMT -5
“I d-didn’t mean to..” she began, her voice quivering and fading out at the end of her sentence. The other apprentice probably didn’t even hear what she had to say.
Especially since Roachpaw came to her rescue. Well, whatever it was that he thought he was doing. Breezepaw’s pale green eyes widened in surprise. Never in her life did she think Roachpaw would step up and defend her.
“Do you apologize when you step on a bug, too?”
Breezepaw knew what Roachpaw was insinuating when he asked that question. Somehow, this other cat, simply because she wasn’t NightClan, was a bug. But the issue with Breezepaw was that she had never apologized to a bug because she had always been careful enough to avoid stepping on them. This metaphor confused the gentle she-cat a great deal.
The young tortoiseshell felt Roachpaw’s tail lightly land on her as he directed her towards Darkstar.
But how could Breezepaw let this interaction end the way it did?
Breezepaw dug her small paws into the ground and assumed a stance unlike one she had ever taken in the past. Her eyes hardened ever-so-slightly, yet they still retained her classic kind glow. She was not here to make enemies.
“Roachpaw, that was mean. You need to learn to be nice.” The soft she-cat beckoned him back over to where she was positioned. He wouldn’t get out this easy.
Next, she turned to the grey she-cat who had been so terribly rude to her, “I’m sorry about Roachpaw, he’s just got the strongest spirit in the entire clan. It doesn’t always rub off too well.” Understatement of the century. Breezepaw often found herself at the receiving end of Roachpaw’s “spirit.” But, and his defense of her tonight had proven it, this spirit had to come from something other than a mean heart. It came from a love of NightClan. Maybe even a desire to make it better? Breezepaw was incredibly intrigued.
However, Breezepaw had other things to worry about at the moment than Roachpaw’s hidden motivations. Would her apology to the grey she-cat be enough? She seemed to be in a pretty terrible mood. And for some reason, she hated NightClan? What was there to hate about NightClan? They got to sleep during the day, ate yummy food, and had a population of incredibly interesting cats.
It was hurtful that this cat that Breezepaw had never met in her entire life hated her simply because she was NightClan. It felt unfair. But sadly, Breezepaw only had the courage to call out her own clanmates. Not this sassy she-cat from LightningClan.
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Post by Abyss on Dec 30, 2019 13:47:42 GMT -5
 Rather than a quivering and pathetic voice answering her statement, there was another voice that answered, one of a snappy tom. The fact that these were likely two Nightclan cats automatically made the whole situation pointless. Nightclan cats weren’t worth her time or attention. Briefly hearing the followup voice tell her to watch her mouth only confirmed that these cats were just as important as a hairless cat in a blizzard. Even though she wouldn’t have accepted an apology from them regardless, not even having the manners to attempt? It was laughable that they were even considered a clan.
But the next statement caused the gray she-cat’s head to turn, eyes locking onto the brown tom that had booted his way into the conversation. Goosepaw was many things. But a bug was not one of them. Plus, the weak she-cat that he spoke this statement to hadn’t even done anything. Her little bump into the gray she-cat’s side was equivalent to a kit trying to throw her across camp. It was funny how this tom seemed to be trying to make her seem bigger and stronger than she really was. It resulted in an audible chuckle from the lithe she-cat.
Though, it was his next statement that really got a laugh out of her. ‘Have a better view of Darkstar?’ Starclan, these cats were idiots! The laugh that fell from Goosepaw’s jaws was both a mixture of sarcasm and real amusement. She even felt her claws unsheathe momentarily. She shook her head, narrowed eyes going back to the pair of Apprentices.
“You call that a Leader? All I see is an egotistical rogue with a Leader’s name, ” she half-laughed half-growled. She shook her head once more, beginning to turn her head away, but being caught once more by the other she-cat’s approach. When she spoke, it took all of her effort for her not to laugh again.
“Roach? And you compare me to a bug? At least Nightclan has some intelligence to know how useful they are if they are naming their kits after bugs.” Her head turned away from the other she-cat, eyes going back to that of the four Leaders that stood before her, plus the other two cats who didn’t particularly belong on the Claws. “An Apprentice-wannabe kit named after a bug isn’t worth my time. Now shoo like the fly that you are.” I give what you deserve.
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Post by Fawn on Jan 24, 2020 2:28:50 GMT -5
The kid has got a dark side Push too far you'll see Roachpaw's senses blackened. All he could hear was the rush of blood in his eardrums, and the delicious sensation of his claws unsheathing. This maggot had insulted not only Darkstar, but the Clan as a whole. And she had used his name to do it. Breezepaw might as well have dropped off the face of the earth for Roachpaw; ignoring his Clanmate's plaintive attempts at peace, Roachpaw openly snarled, taking a challenging step towards this rat in cat's clothing.
"Why don't you make me?" 'Now shoo like the fly that you are.' This cat was trying to dismiss him, as if he were no more than a tick in her pelt or a flea to be scratched off. Something like hatred, thick and stubborn as tar, seeped into Roachpaw's bones. He wanted to shred her. He wanted to see a flash of pain in her eyes. He wanted to make her sorry for running her mouth off at him.
He wanted her to be afraid.
The fur along his back bristled, raised in spiky clumps as he took another step forward. "There's a reason LightningClan's so good at running. How else would you survive in a Clan full of cowards?" Roachpaw leered, spitting his challenge in a low, menacing hiss. There was a truce. He knew that. On the surface, he knew that. But deep in his chest, there were things more important than dusty old traditions; this was a matter of pride and respect. Punishment would come to the cat that struck another at a Gathering.
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Post by Ginger on Feb 16, 2020 18:26:54 GMT -5
The grey she-cat had overstepped her bounds. Breezepaw had been nothing but nice, and all that she was getting back was rudeness. While Roachpaw was often described as abrasive, especially in this situation, he did not deserve the remarks that the LightningClanner was making towards him. But maybe Roachpaw would handle it with grace.
Or maybe not.
Green eyes narrowed at the two apprentices. The LightningClanner was clearly egging Roachpaw on, and sadly, NightClan's most spitfire apprentice was taking the bait.
Breezepaw had to do something to try and diffuse the situation. The petite tortoiseshell stepped in between the two seething cats, her gentle eyes constantly looking from NightClanner to LightningClanner.
"Please," she began, her words strained. "This is a gathering. Don't you know it's bad luck to start a fight?" Breezepaw had heard the stories. Clans cursed for moons for breaking the peace. Warriors and apprentices alike could not escape the infamy that accompanied such a disturbance.
Breezepaw couldn't stand to see Roachpaw ruin his life because of a bad-mouthing she-cat.
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