Written in the Stars

BELLWING
she/her • dawnclan warrior

The clowder of cats was all a-buzz with energy as warriors and apprentices of the three clans flitted from place to place, eager to find friends and rivals as if the moon showing high above was counting down their time spent there. Which I suppose is true. Regardless, Bellwing found herself contently settled by a cluster of her clanmates along with a few stragglers from OakClan and NightClan. To those already situated, she gave a little nod with a smile and relaxed against the cool earth.

Only a short while later did a colorful calico coat catch her eye as a NightClan warrior took a seat nearby. The NightClanner gave a polite nod before curling her tail around her paws, to which the tall DawnClan queen mirrored in kind. With her cornflower eyes moving to where Magpiesight’s gaze settled, the blue tabby gently mewed, ”Promising weather tonight. Here’s hoping it leads to a smooth assembly, hm?” With a congenial sway of her tail and her blue eyes focused on the calico now instead, Bellwing continued more casually, ”I hope prey has been running well in NightClan. Eveningstar appears hale as ever.” After all, despite the rumors of a battle on the whispers of each hushed cat nearby, the leaders did well to keep up the facade as the three traded formalities out of earshot.

notes:: don't mind her, bell's just a friendly lady
tags:: terra

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REDFANG

he/him • nightclan warrior

Redfang had little luck in spotting his sister’s flashy pelt from where he found a comfortable spot, but allowed his concerns to fade; after all, she was always getting into trouble. At least there were dozens of eyes to witness if things got too out of paw. For now, he would just try to relax. There was comfort in seeing a clanmate here and there as they idly went about their business.

Letting a trapped breath finally exhale deeply, the ruddy tabby flicked his gaze from where it had paused momentarily on the leaders to look around himself again. He focused on a familiar dark pelt as Crowdance settled nearby. His normally vocal clanmate seemed a bit more restrained this evening and it prompted the slightest of head tilts from Redfang, though he pressed it no more. He understood the weight settled on his clanmates’ backs; for StarClan’s sake, he was a perfect example! Tip-toeing on eggshells wasn’t in his nature, and yet he walked around with his tail coiled as if it could be seen as an excuse for OakClan to behave rashly. With a soft grumble, the grey-brown tabby rested his chin on top of his paws and yawned. Amber eyes flicking back to Crowdance, the younger warrior meowed in a low, yet nonchalant voice, ”What’d you think is gonna happen tonight? Do you think Foxstar will say anything, or try to save face?”

notes:: hope you don't mind ^^'
tags:: smith

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THISTLEMINT

he/him • oakclan warrior

A couple of low hisses rose up in surprise as strangers pulled in their tails to further avoid the cheery voice that erupted over the crowd. Thistlemint simply watched in mild astonishment, shaking his head with an airy sigh of exasperation as he knew exactly who was barging her way through. He seemed to think to himself for a moment before groaning as he got to his paws, briskly trotting over to where the tabby warrior continued plodding on. With the quickness of a snake or of a hawk-eyed Nursery queen, the young harlequin warrior grabbed Wildfrog’s scruff and pulled her back with a small tug. ”Woah there,” he snapped in a muffled voice as he continued tugging his clanmate back a few steps and out of the immediate danger of trampled warriors.

Releasing her, the sleek-furred tom bristled for a second as he blurted, ”What are you even doing? You’re gonna get kicked out before you can even get a taste.” He seemed to mellow out a bit, having settled on a slightly less annoyed tone as he looked at the queen with a furrowed brow. However, the expression quickly slipped into a dark smirk and one of knowing as Thistlemint leaned in before adding softly, ”I’ve heard it through the grapevine that when fishing, it is the clever cat that gets fed.” His mint eyes floated over to the pawful of NightClan and DawnClan cats within earshot that went about their chatting, none-the-wiser to his eavesdropping. Widening his sneer to a cherish grin, the smooth OakClan youth playfully purred to his clanmate, ”How’s about we see what we can catch here, hm?”

notes:: hope this wasn't too much. i figured they probably ran in the same circles in camp as socialites
tags:: aelita 🌷

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PINKFISH

she/her • nightclan warrior

To say the she-cat was having trouble finding her dirty little secret would be an understatement; even with all the cats there, Pinkfish was keenly good with her nose and she knew that Driftstorm’s scent was among the rest present, but where? It was as if he were avoiding her; had he just been some fair-weather friend? Somehow that didn’t feel quite right, so the ruddy tabby shook it from her thoughts. Rather, she let it fuel her determination as she moved with more purpose to find her prey. The concept nearly had her laughing out loud at the thought- such an inside joke was something to treasure, no matter how silly. It was the little things like that which made her life so much more.

As she skirted the edge of the largest crowd, the she-cat blinked in surprise to see a familiar, yet equally unfamiliar small body sitting by himself. Pinkfish arched a brow as she studied Antpaw as he groomed himself- was something wrong? It seemed unusual for an apprentice to want to keep to themselves, especially one as fresh as the young tabby, at a Gathering and it had the warrior’s interest piqued. Deciding she could let Driftstorm wait a while as he seemed to be doing to her, the NightClan warrior approached with a light wave of her tail.

Cocking her head to one side, Pinkfish’s chartreuse gaze flashed with a challenging glow as she mewed jokingly, ”Too worried about how you look to jump into it all?” She came to sit next to the smaller tabby, curious enough that recon shifted to the back of her mind in order to hear what his reasoning could be.

notes::  interesting combo of characters. wonder how they'll get along?
tags:: aelita 🌷

format borrowed from smith

a familiar feeling from when she was a kit, the sharp feeling of a pair of teeth grabbing her scruff shocked her as she was dragged away. "hey! watch the fur! i just groomed..." she pouted, whipping around to see her younger clan mate, thistlemint. "oh, hi thistlemint! it's nice to see you! congrats again on becoming a warrior! has it really been a moon already? gosh, i remember when i became a warrior. let's see that was hmm, let's see, a few moons ago! but don't worry, i'm not one of those stuck up older warriors like mothmaw! you can come to me for any and all advice, trust me!" she rambled on and on and on... until she realized he was trying to talk. her face dropped into a bored expression as he nagged on her about shoving the other cats. "woopsie. my bad." she rolled her eyes. "maybe they shouldn't be in my way then." wildfrog shrugged and let out a mischievous giggle and turned her face to the crowd.

i’ve heard it through the grapevine that when fishing, it is the clever cat that gets fed, her clan mate purred. "ooh, ooh, ooh! i went fishing a couple sun highs ago and caught this massive bass. it was quite bassive! hahahaha! okay okay okay. what are you saying?" she mrowled, quite confused. she watched as his gaze scanned the gathering around them and then gave her a cunning smile. "oooohhh! i see what you're saying! we can eavesdrop on the other clans if we're quiet! got it. thanks, thistlemint!" her tail wagged back and forth with glee. unbeknownst to her, she was really not using this new-found advice too well.

did the gathering usually take this long to start? he thought to himself, flicking his tail tip with impatience. he wanted this to be over so he could go back and sleep before training with batstrike in the morning. before long, a familiar reddish cat approached him with a wave of a tail. it was pinkfish, his fellow clan mate. she was an apprentice while he was in the nursery. too worried about how you look to jump into it all? she mused. he turned his gaze to her, nodded a "hello", and looked aimlessly towards the crowd. "actually, quite the opposite. there's too many cats here. it's really loud. if i had known this is what a gathering was like, i wouldn't have come." he paused and shuffled his paws. "but... it might be interesting to see what oakclan... dawnclan, too, have going on." he gave his clan mate a look, because she knew about the bridge fight just as well as he did.

☽CROWDANCE☾
he/him ☼ nightclan warrior

crowdance couldn't help but keep his guard up as he listened to the vast conversations of the other felines around him, ears pricked as he tried to make out the voices of the three leaders, he could recognise warriors from all three of the clans there, so he knew that they had all arrived and that the big discussions were going to begin soon. thus, he was unusually startled when he was approached by mothmaw- a large dawnclan tom who he knew somewhat well from having seen him at previous gatherings. "hello, handso-" crowdance began to greet him, attempting to keep his voice relaxed as his eyes flickered to a group of oakclan warriors nearby, yet was quickly interrupted by mothmaw's unceremonious statement. "you know me, mothmaw, i'm the best at training apprentices," he grinned proudly, managing to stifle any stress that may be heard in his voice, "name one bad warrior i've trained, i'll wait," he laughed.

yet, his playful laughter did not last long as he was approached by redfang, one of nightclan's youngest warriors, and reminded once again that their most recent battle with oakclan was about to be discussed, "i think foxstar is going to have to be really careful not to get mauled," he noted, tone now much more serious as he quickly glanced between the two toms, his facial expression letting them know that he was being serious. crowdance would do anything for his clan to be strong, and if that meant abandoning the warrior code and initiating an attack at a gathering, so be it.

notes;; n/a
tags;; KingHarry mew