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SUMMERCLAN everyone in summerclan has to wear a flower crown and describe it
There was nothing overtly unusual about the clearing, to woof's everlasting dismay. A traditional clear sky allowed for silver light to wash over the brittle, cracking grass, brushing across the outline of the great tree that stood in the center of it, and the stars were bright against the dark backsplash. Truly, if one were to arrive here early, they wouldn't think there was anything out of the ordinary to become of tonight, but then...
SummerClan's new leader was dressed to the nines. Most things were muted by the twilight veil, but Sunstar's fiery mask was an unchanged glow of orange and her cream fur looked polished with the silver tinge to it. She was known for her flower crowns, had even been seen giving them away at previous Gatherings before, but no one had ever glimpsed one as meticulously crafted as the one she sported tonight. Pretty ivories and yellows created a mounting headdress, courtesy of- of course- her mother, Poppymask. Large, yellow roses were clearly the star of the show, a wreath of darling baby's breath and white peonies and pearls and- seasonal availability be damned when it came to her signature- dandelions, and each were chosen for their own significance for tonight. The roses for friendship, existing bonds and those she would be creating tonight; the peonies would typically signify an apology, but it wasn't Sunstar they were meant for, her eyes eternally scouring for a fawn-colored leader in particular; the baby's breath and pearls love and innocence respectively; and the dandelions were, of course, her favorite flowers, the ones she had to sneak into the crown last minute because her mother insisted they had no place in a crown for this occasion (or any occasion for that matter).
There was one unique feature to it, though. SummerClan crowns usually only consisted of materials gathered out in the territory, from birds nests and meadows, but gleaming shards of crystals peeked out between the flower heads and were intertwined in the spiraling vines draping down her back. The only crystals in SummerClan would have had to be obtained from Watermouth, a place of spiritual worship, so where...?
Not pausing to answer any questions, Sunstar strode towards the tree at the side of her father, the long-standing SummerClan leader before her and beloved hillbilly, Rateye. She embraced him lovingly, watched him back away with a tear in his eye, and then, rather than leaping among the branches where leaders typically sat, positioned herself beneath the tree with her tail curled around her paws, chin raised, and impenetrable sapphire gaze scanning the crowd, seemingly awaiting something... or someone.
(everyone reply pls and also pao here's the wedding!)
Everyone told Poppymask not to go, that she was due to have kits at literally any second and a journey like this would put not only her but her kits at risk but, StarClan be damned if she'd miss her daughter's special day! The ginger-and-cream she-cat looked very much the twin of her Sunstar, her crown done up in an almost identical fashion of yellow roses and white peonies, but also a few daisies and not a single dandelion or crystal, "I swear on my life, if a single one of you act our of turn it mess up your crown, there will be hell to pay, do you hear me?"
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From behind Poppymask followed her previous litter of kits, all apprentices attending their first gathering. Yes, that's right, she'd been pregnant while she was nursing them, so what? Anyway, Raccoonpaw was holding up the rear of the pack and in fact had not heard Poppymask's warning. Already the brown-furred tabby tom had his flower crown askew as he looked from side to side, "I wonder who is going to show up next."
Weevilspike, loping in at the back of the royal family with the gaggle of apprentices, wore a crown of grape hyacinths that dangled over his temples, like a feline Dionysus, and dandelions; he and his sister had coordinated crowns all their lives and tonight — especially tonight — was no different. “Our mom as a murderous werewolf if you don’t quit messing with your crown,” he answered Raccoonpaw, pulling his little brother to him and righting his floral wreath. “Honestly, were you raised in a barn?” Leaving him behind with an obnoxious, teasing flurry of loud, lingering air kisses, Weevilspike wandered over to Sunstar and lay down at her side. His tail til twitched up and down against the light layer of shining snow; he’d never properly met his sister’s fiance, and if their dad wasn’t going to be the not-so-threatening guy with the shotgun, he guess he had to be. Even if he was about as harmless as a kitten, and even if he wasn’t supposed to be at the front of the crowd like this. Wherever she went, he went.
“Nervous?” he whispered to his sister, turning his head to look up at her. “You look smokin’ hot though — you’re gonna make this guy cry. Oh my gosh, I’m gonna have a brother-in-law. And we’re both gonna be princes. Maybe we’ll go fly fishing or whatever it is men do. Or maybe I’ll steal him from you.” He grinned up at her, waggling his brows to try and alleviate her nerves.
Raccoonpaw made a face at Weevilspike and swiped at his brother's own crown, but the movement was far to slow to actually hit a moving target. Defeated, he sat his paw back down on the ground and intentionally turned to go off in some other direction in search of entertainment @anyone.
She hadn't been to a gathering since before she left, missing out on over a year of the other Mountain Clans — but it was a special occasion, something she would feel terribly guilty if she missed. But Dawnflicker was also excited. A quiet, peaceful sort of excitement, the one of a new beginning. She trailed a little further behind, not yet close enough to the royal family to be intruding, not close enough to the back to be trailing behind. A very simple crown lay on her head, a string of blue hyacinth for sincerity — a flower she donned regardless, placed delicately as decoration in along her tail, just for that little extra bit of spice — woven in with a crown of white daffodils. It gave her a sweet sort of scent.
When they entered, she hesitated to find a place to sit, unsure already on what to do because now, suddenly, it felt like she had missed so much. Taking a moment to fix her crown from where it had gone lopsided, she settled quietly in a spot close enough to have full view of the tree, leaned forward with interest even if it kept knocking her crown out of place.
Shadedsun
He wouldn't have come if he weren't looking for Lilydawn, wouldn't have bothered to even move from his nest; he wasn't very fond of Sunstar at the moment, and the Gathering place always made him feel a little drab since he stepped down from leader. But he hadn't talked to his daughter in too long, hadn't had time to go search for her out in Winterclan, but he assumed she would attend. Curled around his head were purple carnations, dried and stored from the summer months, hints of rosemary and lavender. Perhaps not fit for a wedding, but he requested the flowers specifically (he struggled to make his own crown, had yet to be taught, and blindness didn't help either) and he was petty like that. He waited anxiously for any signs of Winterclan, stuck near the edges of the Gathering place and behind most of Summerclan.
SUNCLAN Littlestar stood at the front of her clan. Delicate flames swirling up her paws and around her body as if she were walking through fire. With each movement, her long fur brought the design to life, making the inanimate objects seem more like a living canvas. To her surprise there was only one other clan present. With a flick of her tail, the clan dispersed
She approached the tree where both Rateye and Sunstar sat, it seemed that their entire clan had dressed up for the occassion. It wasn't odd to see SummerClan cat's dressed in flower crowns, but never had the clan appeared to such an extent. The silver she-cat lip turned up slightly in a grin "I would ask what you had in store for this evening, but I would rather not spoil the surprise" she looked over to Sunstar giving a small nod "You look lovely dear" woofGidgetGal
Ratstar, or Rateye, if you'd prefer - most of the clan either called him one or the other nowadays, depending on how well they knew or respected him previously, he didn't mind - probably shouldn't have come to this gathering either, but for a different reason than his heavily pregnant mate. Though he'd regained much of his strength over the past week, and Poppymask had spent all of her extra time committed to making him look and smell as handsome as possible, there were still little, but obvious signs that the former Summerclan leader wasn't in the best health; how he limped slightly with every step, the way his short brown tabby pelt hung loosely off of his sides in places where he hadn't regained the weight he'd lost, and, caught only from a certain angle in the moonlight, a deep, clearly fatal scar on his neck - one that was healed, but the fur hadn't fully regrown over it yet. Nevertheless, he hid his physical ailments well, his head held high and proud as he entered the clearing alongside his eldest daughter. While his mate and literally every single one of his children had insisted of making his flower crown for the occasion, Ratstar had surprisingly committed to making his own, hence its simpler design and slightly lesser quality than the others. But the message of his crown didn't need to be: the piecing yellow of Black-eyed Susan's, a symbol of justice, complimented by soft white Forget-me-nots, and tied together with Ivy for affection and friendship.
Taking a delicate seat on the branch just below Sunstar's, as he still had announcements to make before the big event, Ratstar couldn't help but grin at Littlestar's comment, greeting her with a dip of his head. "I hope ya enjoy the show~." He still didn't quite trust the Sunclan leader, or know her position on either Nightclan or Winterclan, but keeping her in a good mood was probably the best course to ensure Sunstar's plan went off without a hitch.
“Doesn’t she?” Weevilspike agreed with a petty sort of cheer, metaphorically jerking the camera down to remind the audience and the SunClan leader he was there as well. “You’ll be kicking yourselves you didn’t bring presents, but then again I swear if one more person gives me a lifetime subscription to the Sun God I’m gonna scream.” Pushing himself up briefly, he reached out and slotted his card, which was just a leaf with his pawprint on it, into Littlestar’s long fur. “Hi — Weevilspike. Royal brother. These are gonna go like hot cakes soon, get in early on the collecting.” Clicking his tongue and giving her a wink, he settled back down beside his sister. racer
While he was up front with the leaders, he purposely avoided Shadedsun’s gaze; even if he couldn’t see him, he felt like he could — knew he was at least listening, or imagined that he was — and the uncomfortable, guilty shame of what happened to Doefreckle gnawed at him like bubbling paranoia every time he saw the tom sitting alone, made worse by what they had shared, and by the fact he knew that over and over and over, no matter what, he would always choose his sister over the lives and feelings of anyone else he cared about. The warm, cloying guilt was foreign to the prince and he was so uncomfortable with the fact he couldn’t escape it, like a haunting every time he saw Shadedsun across the clearing. Responsibility? Culpability? Were these what his sister being leader would mean for him? With the throne so bloody, all part of him wanted was to go back in time and sleep, peaceful and privileged and unbothered, on the hot sand. But they would all have to grow up now. And seeing his sister’s strategic marriage through to the end was the first step in severing ties with their childhoods and becoming the backbone of a new royal dynasty. However cold it needed to be.
"Of course not," she'd answered her brother, but the fact Sunstar carefully refrained from looking at him was confirmation enough that she was filled with messy, confused nerves, nerves she had no intentions of acknowledging, not even to her better half. She grinned crookedly at him after though, still looking anywhere but at him, a quiet laugh in her voice. "Am I still sharing my toys with you? You never know, bub, Wintrystar might pull a fast one on us and have me marrying a princess instead. She might still like fly-fishing though," she ventured.
Despite the presence of her father and brother nearby, the moment Littlestar stepped up, Sunstar's perfect posture stiffened, her lips drawn closed in a tight, courteous smile, and her heart hammered in her chest so loudly, she knew Weevilspike would hear it. And in true Weevilspike fashion, he made her instantly want to kick him in the gut, but, with company present and all attention drawn to SummerClan’s nobility, she settled for a subtle, forceful kick to his hind leg like one would at dinner, the transgressions hidden beneath a tablecloth. "Thank you Littlestar, and please feel free to ignore him. He followed us all home one day and no one had the heart to tell him he's adopted," she said, whiskers moving with an amused, conspiratorial twitch. Despite the conveyed message in her words, Sunstar's tail moved to twine into Weevilspike's and tightened around it, grateful she could always count on him to diffuse the tension in a situation before it could take hold of her. racerfox
While her brother began to fret beside her, over something she couldn't discern and would have to bring up later, Sunstar casually took stock of the tangled crowd of SummerClan and SunClan cats, noting where each of her clanmates were until she settled on Dawnflicker. She waited until she had the other she-cat's attention, shimmying up into an even more dramatized sitting position, as if to correct her posture, but the slightly goofy grin that followed implied she was poking fun at her own predicament of courtesy and proper poise, and then she was back to business, returning her full attention to Littlestar and features etched back into their neutral, vaguely stricken form. goldcrest
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Antpaw, another one of Poppymask and Ratstar's brood, had barely stepped into the clearing before she began drifting from cat to cat, no stranger too daunting for the overly friendly princess. Her own flower crown, which she'd been forced to don, was a simple wreath of maroon-speckled flowers, but they had by now all fallen away and dappled the snow like trail of breadcrumbs in her wake, though the absolute devastation at losing it was kept so tightly under wraps, it wouldn't appear that Antpaw was bothered by its absence in the least.
She frolicked up to another SunClan cat and burst out, all her words a tumble of frenzied breath, "When an eel bites your paws and he has two sets of jaws, that's a moray! Pretty cool, huh?"
Summerclan Rosethorn was the only one of her family to attend the gathering this time- Orchiddrop was at home, solemnly grieving the death of her kit, and Cinderflower had refused to come, mourning her newborn sister as well as the marriage of Sunstar. It wasn't as if Rosethorn approved of the wedding herself, since she knew how easily a romance (real or political) that inspired an alliance between two clans could turn around and break it. However, she'd said her piece, and wouldn't stop Sunstar from going through with it if she felt she must.
The newly re-promoted deputy took her place beside the others, adjusting the flower crown on her head with one paw. It was bedecked in leaf-bare ferns and greens and was studded with holly berries. It was one of her best creations, and she wore it with pride despite the pulsating fear in her chest. She knew that Nightclan would be in attendance; while they didn't hold any power over Summerclan anymore, their arrival would mean the appearance of her former mate and attempted murderer. That night in the waves still gave her nightmares, and the taste of saltwater flooded her mouth even now.
With a slow exhale, she tucked her feathery tail over her front paws, hoping that the roundness of her stomach was not too prominent, and that any cats that arrived would not trace the kits back to their biological Nightclan father. Honeystorm - for pine heheh
As Sunstar caught her attention, she flashed a bright smile, giving a cheerful, reassuring wave of her paw. If Dawnflicker had thumbs, she would have held them up. She mimicked her, sitting straighter and lifted her nose a little too high to not be mocking, then laughed quickly, directing her gaze towards Littlestar as well. She had met Littlestar once before, as Graythorn's eager apprentice at the moon creek, remembered being amazed at Sunclan's beautiful swirls, though perhaps it wasn't the best first impression — they had mentioned Summerclan's ignorance, talked highly of their Sun God, despite her old mentor's coldness towards them. Perhaps it was that night, or the talk she and Graythorn had afterwards, that made her cringe slightly when she saw them. woof
Instead, Dawnflicker turned away, paw lifting nervously and looking around again, anxiously anticipating the arrival of Winterclan as she fiddled with her crown. She found the concept of arranged marriages rather silly — who would force such a thing? — but she kept those thoughts to herself.
"Wow, I love your crown!" This would be Vividcanary's first Gathering as a Janus but, truth be told, she probably would have walked right up the Sunstar anyway. That was just the way of the white-furred she-cat, further enabled by the fact that no other Clans had arrived yet, "You must have some very skilled gardeners to raise up so many beautiful flowers this time of year. I'd love to come see SummerClan territory some time, it must be beautiful!" woof
SUMMERCLAN
"We are the best at what we do, Sun-kitty," Poppymask purred, brushing her cheek against Vividcanary's as she padded past the she-cat and sat down next to Rateye. No, she had no business being up here, but who was going to stop her? She straightened up her crown and gave her chest a few licks for good measure before continuing; however, we she spoke next, she addressed Littlestar, "Where's your depu--- your... Priestess Promised, was it? Strange that she's not up here with you." woofracer
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 20, 2021 20:49:37 GMT -5
SUNCLAN Lacelily had never been to a gathering but finally she was ready to join and mingle with cats from other clans. It was oh so exciting for the new soothsayer promised and she wanted nothing more than to gather all the knowledge in the world and stuff it inside her little silver head. Once there, a sudden wave of unexpected shyness came over her and she found herself hiding behind various clanmates. Wow, that was a lot of Summerclan cats. They were all dressed with flower crowns and she peered over herself at her own body paint, hoping it was still presentable. Maybe she should have given herself an extra coat before leaving but it was too late now.
She giggled at the summerclan apprentice who was spouting about eels and morays and her shyness began to melt away swiftly, as if it was never there. "Oh yes, very. I can't say I've ever seen an eel but I've heard they're long and slimey and icky," She scrunched her face up in disgust, her feathery silver tail standing straight in the air. "Have you ever seen an eel?" woof
They entered with an animus quiet like the moment before a blizzard when all falls silent. All it took was one glance, one cat catching their arrival and soon all were following suit. Laughter ended, smiles disappeared, speech ceased. Winter had arrived and many were unsure how to feel about it. It was like the first snow of the season, a blanketing of cold covering the land as they stepped into the clearing. Each entered the same but slightly different, snowflakes from the mountain top. Silver, black, white, and grey furs danced into view, and at the front was the snow queen herself. Her eyes were cold and sharp gazing straight ahead, her claws visible and a threat to anyone here, a twig of holly tucked by hind one ear, and her symbol as sovereign, a scenic quartz crystal dangling from her neck. Wintrystar was a sight to many that struck immediate fear in their hearts, and in others, loyal cats to her, a sense of enormous power. Stopping before the center of the clearing, just before the tree all cats gathered before, the snow queen paused. Winter had arrived at last.
The cats of WinterClan had followed in behind their leader silently in precession like soldiers at attention, row after row settling in. Beside her was Howlingnight and behind them was the Blessed. Then came their children, oldest before youngest with Reapingnight dead center of his litter. Finally, the rest of the clan spilled in, grouped in threes or fives, filling the space created for them by the rest of the cats at the gathering. A statement was being made, but what kind was still to be decided by the rest of the clans. Like Wintrystar, each of her family wore a twig of holly behind their ear, no other cats did outside of the family, but her one son was dressed with more, drawing more attention to him out of all other cats there. Other cats of the clan had come with items adorning them as well. Things such as feathers or ivy, winter flowers, and animal claws, and anything else they decide. But around each cat's neck, they wore their necklace of rank -- a bit of quartz in varying styles, cuts, and colors -- with pride and honor. It was a symbol of many things; their religion, their rank, and their loyalty to WinterClan.
Snow littered the ground, a soft sprinkle of it. But as though they had brought it with them, it began to fall from the sky. A light dusting, barely noticeable unless it touched your fur and caused goosebumps for a moment. Fleeting and graceful, each flake floated down, but few clouds covered the sky, and the moon remained clear. The snow would stop soon, there weren't enough clouds for it to last long, but it was a nice effect, an unexpected one but a nice one all the same.
The scene was set. All the players had arrived. Now....what chaos was to unfold?
(If you do not know what type of quartz crystal your WinterClan cat wears based on their rank, you can find it on the WinterClan page. Select the fourth diamond down in the section of information just before the blessed or staff cats, any questions please message me! I'm pretty sure this is a forgotten feature of WIC so I wanted to point it out in case.)
The powerful Knight of the Guards stalked after his parents, his thick fur and large stature making him a shadow of his father, but the smoky quartz that hung against his chest was unique. His gaze swept back and forth over the clans, guarded and revealing only a hint of boredom, utterly unimpressed with the clans that had come to meet them. He needed to keep his distance from the other cats of his clan - they were all unfriendly ears, waiting to report if he slipped up to his mother - so he ducked away from the group and headed for a lonely crowed she-cat.
Deathreign sat down opposite Dawnflicker and adjusted the holly behind his ear with one paw. He took care to craft his expression into something neutral, uninterested, like he was just making conversation with her because there was nothing else to do; it was important he kept up appearances. "This gathering is going to take twice as long with a marriage at the center of it," he grunted. goldcrest
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 21, 2021 11:35:59 GMT -5
WINTERCLAN Indigocrown followed just behind her leader, eyes scanning the gathering for reactions or trouble. Thus would be a special gathering and so she was extra on guard. Like others in her clan, she was dressed in special attire. Around her neck was a rough, dark stone of black tourmaline to signify her rank as heir within her clan. Every step she took had a slight jingle as she wore bracelets of animal claws around each, all of varying shapes and sizes. She chose to wear that as she valued victory and skill over the beauty given by ivys and flowers. The grizzled brown cat stayed in her position behind Wintrystar and scanned the cats, including their own, for any trouble. Mostly it was the lower class cats she worried about causing s seen. A blessed or seraph would never disgrace them in such a public wedding for all to see.
Griffonwing found his place with his grouping and sat waiting patiently. He couldn't help but think their clan looked like an impressive bunch - and intimidating as they marched into the square. He hoped the night would remain peaceful and no more enemies would be made here. He wore his capcedony necklace with pride and had adorned himself with a simple gray feather behind the ear. It was pleasant enough but he had never been much of a decorator either
SUMMERCLAN She gave a nervous glance towards the leaders, specifically Sunstar, like she was going to warn her that Winterclan was here (even though everyone knew Winterclan was here, even if they hadn't seen them yet), but then she realized she probably looked a little stupid and quit, taking to looking around at them instead. She watched the Winterclan cat sit down, gave him a rather awkward smile, eyes drawn immediately to the crystal around his neck. Self-consciously, she adjusted her flower crown.
"Oh, yes, I'm expecting a long night," she gave a soft giggle, "but I've never been to a wedding before — I think it's a little bit exciting." Dawnflicker lifted her paw, flicked it to point out the gem that he wore, "I like your crystal." Cleaver
WINTERCLAN
Lilydawn usually tried to avoid Gatherings — there were always too many cats, it was loud, boring, and being so near Summerclan always made her heart race. Before, she didn't like the prospect of running into any of Doe's kits, being reminded of everything she tried to get away from, but the return of Doefreckle and Shadedsun had set their strange, broken family into a better direction. She didn't have much contact with Summerclan, it wasn't easy to get to considering the entirety of Springclan between them, no matter how much grace she was given with them, so the Gathering was the next best option for seeing them. There was some union going on, nothing that particularly interested her, but she had to look sort of presentable, at least. Her messy fur was smoothed down, and a single Chalcedony hung from her neck, would have lay gently on her chest if she didn't walk with her head so low. Beside it was a rose, to symbolize her (begrudged) married status. To keep up their appearances, she walked beside Cottontail, not saying much at all. simplylight (in case you wanted him here <3)
There was only two cats she was here for — her fathers, of course. She lifted her head when they arrived, looked around and, giving Cottontail a tap on the shoulder, murmured a quiet, "I'll be back," even though she didn't really care if he knew or not. Making her way around cats, carefully stepping over tails and around forming groups, she made her way to the back, taking a quiet place just beside her dad, Shadedsun, who noticed her almost immediately despite his blindness. He seemed off, greeted her with a simple hug in which he pulled her into his mane-like fluff, no words at all. She pulled away, didn't bother to smooth down her pelt. He was alone, something she caught onto immediately.
"Where's Doefreckle?" She hadn't seen him in the crowd, and as his face turned nervous, awkward, hints of anger and worry, she asked again, "where is Doefreckle?" She really wanted to assume he stayed home, but with the way Shadedsun glared at the leaders, how he was reluctant to answer, she knew it was something different. So, she continued, "I swear if he died again I will —"
She was cut off immediately, "Oh, Starclan no," there was a hint of anxiety in his voice, "Sunstar over there decided he was better exiled. She would have no word otherwise."
DAYCLAN Within the dead of the frosty air DayClan descended into the gathering, their fiery pelts crackling in and out of the darkness as they wove through the branches into the clearing, standing out like fireflies in the night. They never had a formal entrance, always arriving as a group that immediately immersed with the other clan cats, hardly ever sticking to their own.
"Sorry to arrive late everyone."
Sashaying forward was Glowstar, the ever perfect leader of peaceful DayClan. On the surface she was a pretty face with the picture perfect clan and fairytale life, but at her core she had angel wings with hell fire burns and a tilted halo. She wasn't a god like others leaders, she never carried multiple lives, only the one she was born with, yet the two scars on her neck already spoke to the gravity of truth the rumors held about just how indomitable she was. StarClan had a restraining order against her and hell clearly did too. She was the kind of girl who could poke a bear and always live to tell the tale.
paoracerwoof Closer now her emerald eyes lit up like wildfires, brimming with a chaotic excitement, "Oh, I suppose I'm not late after all. Littlestar, Sunstar," She acknowledged, dipping her head to each. Her head turned to lead herself in a different direction, but paused, this time faking her surprise as though she hadn't been ignoring Wintrystar and only just noticed her, "Oh ho, and Kit-Abuserstar, always such a misery to see you," Glowstar purred, her gleeful tone never once off a beat, "It's just such a surprise, I thought you were avoiding gatherings altogether now. Y'know on account of the frost in WinterClan being all that keeps you from getting swallowed up by the fires of hell if you leave it. Guess that was just wishful thinking, I suppose," She said with a pitying smile.
Reapingnight's chalcedony crystal earring was really the last thing any cat would notice when looking at the WinterClan Warrior. He was done up well beyond that of his clanmates. For one, he was wearing a literal cape, made of vulture feathers that were white and downy at his throat but umber brown at the tips. Accenting the cape was a holly berry crown, similar in affect to the SummerClan flower crowns but a tonal shade darker, more mature. The bloody red hollies were poisonous; the leaves were tipped with tiny, prickly spines; and it was held together by a dark, raven-colored base. Reapinginght naturally hard a smokey complexion but the dark ash around his eyes further pronounced the yellow in his eyes. He looked wolf-like, dangerous, dead sexy... but also a little silly. Reapingnight didn't have a flame for fashion; this was all his mother and sister's doing, which meant he almost, but didn't quite, sell it.
"There she is..." He murmured to no cat in particular as his gaze settled on Sunstar. He'd agreed to all this before he knew his wife was to be the one cat from SummerClan that he liked the least. In fact, he may have even hated her, but he couldn't deny her beauty nor ignore the power this union would bring to him and his Clan. Reapingnight was following in his father's footsteps; more than any of his other siblings could properly say. So, he'd made his peace with it. Or so he thought...
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Rosemaryblight didn't usually wear her chalcedony crystal. Since the fur around her neck was so long, no one would be able to properly know whether or not she was wearing a necklace to begin with, so she got away with breaking customs all the time. But she didn't dare risk it today, not when Wintrystar had been so firm around her fashion code.
"Do you think there will be any objections?" She mewed to her own mate, Griffonwing, who was still, for the most part, as much of a stranger to her as Sunstar was to Reapingnight. It wasn't his fault - she didn't didn't make it easy for him to get close to her, "I kind of hope so, it would make this more fun. uniqcrim
The second Weevilspike saw his sister’s fiancé, he breathed in the wrong way and choked on his spit and ended up doubled over, coughing and spluttering. “Oh,” he wheezed out in a weak, raspy voice when he recovered enough to slowly sit up, gently rubbing his own chest with one paw, “your husband is hot hot.” He didn’t care about Wintrystar, despite how scary she was, hardly registered Glowstar when she walked up and started firing off wicked insults; the only thing keeping him rooted to the spot was the warm fluff of Sunstar’s tail entwined with his own, and the devotion to his sister that meant he wasn’t going to go and lounge at her fiancé’s paws and twirl his whiskers and laugh at whatever unfunny, brooding comments he made. Oh, he loved a goth himbo… He almost whined out loud, like a dog not allowed to run free. Instead, all that came out was a wistful, melodramatically shuddering sigh as he gazed at his future brother-in-law.
