[Fae Magic]

"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory." ~Poppypaw

She huddled close to the others as they awaited the signal to approach the place where the Gathering was held every moon. She wasn't aware of whether she was more nervous or excited to be chosen to come along with the others of those who got chosen this night to go to the Gathering. Bright eyes attempted to peer over the heads and shoulders of the larger warriors of Rainclan. A few hushed whispers among her clan mates reached her ears like the softest murmur of the cold wind that blew it's breath across her face making her paw rise to absently rub at her cold nose. If she got sick from this Gathering tonight she would most definitely not be too happy. The familiar pointed ears of her den mate Rustpaw caught her eye and she smirked coming to sidle up to the other's side. This would be the first Gathering that Poppypaw, Rustpaw, and Stormpaw would have been on; the brown molly was thankful that she at least had friends among her group if she by chance got uncomfortable or overwhelmed by the number of cats that she knew would be gathering below. 

The signal to approach was given and she quickly moved to her paws; thankful to be moving again as her paws were starting to hurt from the cold ground. She walked among her den mate's sides as she followed in the group down to where numbers of cats grouped together. The scent was what caught her attention most. All the array of scents from every clan made her reel back a moment. Long enough that she noticed her group of clan mates dispersing to seek out the other cats of the four clans. Panicking Poppypaw looked around in search of her friends but couldn't find them. Ugh, why did she have to be caught off guard? What do cats do here if left alone? Should she seek someone out maybe? Making up her mind the young apprentice forced her paws to move as her keen eyes sought out a singular figure that looked to be maybe around her age that she did not know in hopes to maybe make a friend since her own friends left to explore the many faces and scents of the other clan cats. 

A particular looking feline caught the bat-eared apprentice's attention. Small enough to be an apprentice and from the back; as the other wasn't facing Poppypaw yet, looked like an interesting target. The other's coloring of fur pattern what pulled Poppypaw in. It was pretty with a mix of snowy white fur as the base scattered with large shapes of golden ginger patches. Most of her clan mates were known for solid colors so this new character that caught Poppypaw's eye brought her to a standstill right beside them. Blinking a moment, the brown apprentice arched her head around to be able to see their face with a curious look in her pale blue eyes as she studied the other's face not aware that she was probably too close for comfort.

"You have pretty fur." was the first thing that escaped the apprentice's mouth without thought as she peered into the face of the other.

Giving an awkward smile realizing that they were maybe too close she backed off and took a few steps around to face the other but gave the other clan cat some space. "Sorry, that was kind of a stupid introduction. sorry about that, I didn't mean to get in your face like that. You just sort of caught my eye when I was searching for my friends. I'm Poppypaw by the way, from Rainclan. Who are you?" she asked now able to see the other better from the front.

Word Count: #630 || Tag: ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟|| Notes: # PLop in the babeh

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[attr="class","noble"]Noblepaw stuck to Cloudthroat’s side as they streamed down the LightningClan hillside. Her heart thrummed with delight at the thought that she had been chosen to go to the gathering, an honour typically reserved for older apprentices. She hoped it was because she’d earned it, and not just because she was Owlstar’s kin. She glanced across as the slender grey molly, then flicked an ear. No, Owlstar had a reason for her choices, this was not random or bias. A pleased smile drifted across her face. It was nice to feel accomplished at something.

Though Cloudpaw had given her a discontented frown as she headed out from the apprentice den with Skypaw, and Maplepaw, she felt no guilt for her privilege. She didn’t want a twinge of remorse to spoil this night for her. Besides, Cloudpaw would have his chance. He could glare and grumble all he wanted. She had never spoken with cats from other Clans before, and though the concept was a bit daunting, she was determined to learn all she could about the different ways her neighbours lived. There was so much about them that she did not know, mysteries just waiting to be solved. Her fur pricked up, her green eyes gleamed in the night as the songs of nocturnal creatures pulsed in the darkness. The air smelled like opportunity and anticipation. Noblepaw was unsettled by the sound of leaves crunching beneath her paws, unused to the looming branches. It was so strange to not be able to see the vast sky, stretching endlessly above her head, a comforting blanket of shadow. How did TreeClan and NightClan survive without the open spaces to let them breathe, and see anyone approaching for miles?

There was already a tang of cat-scent on the wind when they reached the edge of the clearing. Owlstar raised her tail to signal them all to halt, and Noblepaw paused, a paw still raised in the air. She looked up at Cloudthroat, questioning, wondering why they weren’t entering the clearing. Owlstar was watching, her silhouette almost entirely concealed by the foliage as she peered through at the cat shapes flitting beyond where they all waited. Noblepaw frowned. She looked almost like a spy doing reconnaissance on her enemies. Wasn’t this supposed to be a night of peace, where they all tried to get along? Noblepaw’s tail-tip twitched. It was a terrible shame that the Clans couldn’t simply come to their senses and stop fighting amongst themselves, then nights like this could be a normal everyday of Clan life. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Owlstar signalled them forward.

Noblepaw found herself being slowly pushed to the back of the group as the LightningClan patrol streamed down towards StarClan’s claws. She didn’t mind. This gave her a better chance to look around at other cats as she trotted close behind Mudfur, amazed by the array of different shapes and sizes that filled the clearing. As she sat down at the edge of the crowd of cats, uncertain where she should go or how she would fit in, she caught a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye. When she turned her head, there was a chocolate-brown she-cat a mere vole-length from her face. Eyes wide with surprise, she barely had time to take in the other’s large, curious blue eyes, tall ears and refined face, before she suddenly blurted out “You have pretty fur.” Noblepaw hadn’t known what her first conversation with another Clan cat would entail, but this definitely hadn’t been what she’d been prepared for. A shy flush crept up beneath her white and orange fur, her mouth fell open with surprise, and she stared wide-eyed with amazement at the stranger. She was at a total loss for words for the first time in her life. Then the pretty brown she-cat’s face melted into an awkward smile and she took a few steps backward. “Sorry, that was kind of a stupid introduction!” She meowed. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to get in your face like that. You just sort of caught my eye when I was searching for my friends. I’m Poppypaw by the way, I’m RainClan. Who are you?” [smear:FFDAA3]RainClan.[/smear:ffffff]

Regaining her composure, Noblepaw shook her head as though to shake the stunned expression from her face. [smear:FFDAA3]“O-Oh! No, don’t apologise!”[/smear:ffffff] She said quickly, not wanting Poppypaw to feel awkward at all. [smear:FFDAA3]“That was so kind of you to say! You have nice fur, too.”[/smear:ffffff] She cleared her throat, embarrassed by the pitch of her voice. [smear:FFDAA3]“Noblepaw, I’m in LightningClan.”[/smear:ffffff] She said, hopefully in a more dignified tone. [smear:FFDAA3]“Nice to know someone here came with friends.”[/smear:ffffff] She joked, smiling. [smear:FFDAA3]“I just came here with my hare-brained brother.”[/smear:ffffff] She nodded across the clearing to Daringpaw, his dark red sticking out like a sore thumb in the light from the moon.

There's a new direction that I'd like to choose

Noblepaw

Apprentice of LightningClan

WORDS: 815
TAGGED: Fae Magic
NOTES: This is cute.

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[Fae Magic]

"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory." ~Poppypaw

The other feline she'd stopped turned out to be another apprentice from Lightningclan. Her scent was familiar now that she'd gotten a good sniff of her. Poppypaw hadn't realized she'd stunned the poor she-cat until she met her gaze to realize that she had come too close to her face and had shocked her. Backing up quickly Poppypaw winced inwardly at her lack of tactic when it came to meeting others. She didn't know how the other clans acted around each other and it was her first gathering after all could anyone blame her? Laughing awkwardly the brown molly from Rainclan sat down and gave a sheepish smile towards the ginger and white apprentice in front of her. Her ears perked up when she heard the other speak up finally catching her wits from the scare the poor Rainclanner had given her fellow apprentice she-cat.

"Oh don't try to flatter me! I know I look like a cat version of a bat. Can't meet these ears and big eyes for anything else!" she laughed at her own joke as she lifted a slender paw to swat at her own large ears that looked far too big for her slender face. She was awkward when it came to compliments even if she was all good with blurting them out as she saw fit.

Noblepaw huh? A pretty name too, where all Lightningclanners pretty and had cool names?! Jeez. Mentally shaking her head the dark brown apprentice gave a half-grin towards the Lightningclanner who was trying her best to seem level-headed unlike the free-minded Poppypaw.

"Eh, some friends. Guess they ditched me out of excitement. This is my first Gathering so I don't know anyone here and before I could take it all in the sort of darted like fish in the water." she shook her head with a bemused look on her face. She didn't blame them though, first Gatherings were pretty exciting even if the meetings themselves weren't all that great. At least she got to see some new cats within the clan; at least once in her life. Starclan knew if she'd get that chance again.

"Oh, you got a brother. I got two sisters and they were not too happy that I got chosen to go out to the Gathering instead of the first. I like one uping them." she grinned looking over towards the other apprentice mentioned; seeing his flaming colored fur similar to the one of his sister. The mention of Noblepaw's brother made her have thought of her angry sisters back at camp that would be bickering and whining to each other.

Looking around the large number of felines in the space with the moon high above them made this place look like something out of a dream. As long as Poppypaw had remembered she'd only been to her own territory and her own campsite seeing the same faces much like every clan did except once a moon when a Gathering would be held and a selected few were permitted to see each other and hear of the news among each other's clans first hand.

"This is my first time here, how about you?" she spoke up turning back to the ginger molly with a curious look wondering how old this Noblepaw was and if it was her first Gathering like it was for Poppypaw.

Word Count: #564 || Tag: ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 || Notes: #sorry for the wait love!

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[attr="class","noble"][smear:FFDAA3]She’s definitely RainClan, then.[/smear:ffffff] Noblepaw thought, her nose twitching at the fish-scent that hung in the air. The other apprentice’s lack of tact did not make her think any less of her, it made her more curious. Was this simply the way RainClan cats were, or was Poppypaw an exception? She watched Poppypaw with spiking interest, green eyes passing over her chocolate brown face. There was an awkward glint to the RainClan molly’s eyes now, as though she had realised she had gotten much too close. Noblepaw flicked her ginger tail as though to say “don’t worry about it, it’s fine”. Poppypaw’s awkward smile was amusing, and Noblepaw found herself purring with hilarity. It was pretty funny that this was how her first encounter with another Clan cat at the gathering was going to go.

"Oh don't try to flatter me! I know I look like a cat version of a bat. Can't meet these ears and big eyes for anything else!" Poppypaw laughed, bapping at her ears with a brown paw. Noblepaw smiled, shaking her head. [smear:FFDAA3]“I don’t know what a bat looks like,”[/smear:ffffff] Noblepaw answered, grinning. [smear:FFDAA3]“But I think that everybody is the worst judge of how they look. Besides, you must be a great listener!”[/smear:ffffff] She kidded, green eyes warm. She liked Poppypaw already, and felt a twinge of regret that they both would be returning to different camps once this gathering had wrapped up. There was something really genuine about her that Noblepaw appreciated.

Poppypaw shrugged in answer to Noblepaw’s question. "Eh, some friends. Guess they ditched me out of excitement. This is my first Gathering so I don't know anyone here and before I could take it all in the sort of darted like fish in the water." Poppypaw didn’t seem too upset about the fact that she had been “ditched”. Free-spirited, huh? Good way to be. [smear:FFDAA3]“Their loss.”[/smear:ffffff] Noblepaw meowed, wishing she had gotten to meet Poppypaw’s friends. The more, the merrier! It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t sleep in the same den as you all the time. Noblepaw wondered why the Clans didn’t have gatherings more often, life would be much more colourful and exciting that way. "Oh, you got a brother. I got two sisters and they were not too happy that I got chosen to go out to the Gathering instead of the first. I like one uping them." Noblepaw grinned, shaking her head. [smear:FFDAA3]“I think I’d rather have sisters than brothers. Toms can be completely hare-brained.”[/smear:ffffff] She flicked her ears as a cat pushed past her.

The brown she-cat across from her was much less visible in the darkness than Noblepaw. Her own fur seemed to glow beneath the moonlight, a beacon to any cat that bothered searching for her in the crowd. Her whiskers twitched. She heard that LightningClan were the only Clan to use their speed to bring down prey. She wondered how Poppypaw’s clanmates hunted. How exactly did one catch a fish? [smear:FFDAA3]“So… RainClan, huh? You all eat fish?”[/smear:ffffff] She asked, raising a nonexistent eyebrow in curiosity.

"This is my first time here, how about you?" It seemed Poppypaw wasn’t the only one curious. Noblepaw smiled. [smear:FFDAA3]“First time, too.”[/smear:ffffff] She meowed, uncharacteristically shy. [smear:FFDAA3]“I think it’s so odd that we only meet up with the other Clans peacefully when the moon is full. Why even bother fighting at all? You don’t seem like my enemy.”[/smear:ffffff] She shrugged, green eyes glowing. She spoke her criticism of Clan politics at an ordinary volume, as if she didn’t much mind if any cat overheard her. [smear:FFDAA3]“I’d rather be friendly with you than fight you. Even if Owlstar told me to.”[/smear:ffffff]

There's a new direction that I'd like to choose

Noblepaw

Apprentice of LightningClan

WORDS: 613
TAGGED: Fae Magic
NOTES: Aaaa sorry, low muse!

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