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(Radiantpaw has returned once more to throw a big BASH to allow the young cats a night to be free and get crazy. This time she's got a whole lot of things going on! She's got speed dating! There'll be games! There's dancing and laughing and having fun.
The one rule is everyone is an APPRENTICE. So if any ADULTS come in they've gotta accept a new APPRENTICE name and will answer to that the whole time they're here or leave. You've gotta have a name that ends in -paw to get in. Kits are welcome and can be paws for the night, apprentices are welcome, cool adults that accept the name change are welcome.
It's all fun, and there are no rules, no boundaries, except to have fun!)
The word had spread through murmurings at the borders. Whispered late night chats in apprentice dens (and a few nurseries), that Radiantpaw was about to return to try and repeat her party from last time.
And thus apprentices from every clan and group had come together to gather in the Forest Wide gathering place.
Radiantpaw stood at the base of the tree tail flicking excitedly behind her. Cats were continuing to filter in while some were already mingling around. The area she'd set aside for prey was heaping full from everyone bringing something. Though it helped that she'd followed Cinnamonsavage on a twolegplace food raid and thus learned of some great spots she could pilfer for extra food.
So while there wasn't a lot of fresh kill there was plenty of really tasty good food stolen from twolegs. They'd only slightly wrecked that twoleg food place. But the twolegs hadn't caught them so it was fine.
Radiantpaw purred as she watched everyone gather in. This was exactly what everyone needed. Everyone was all humdrum and sad, and too many bad things were happening. Leaf bare was on the horizon and would be a major downer already! They should be trying to keep their spirits up before the tough days of Leafbare were upon them.
Solarpaw (DayClan) "Come on sis," Solarpaw meowed as he led Spring towards the gathering place. "It's time you and I do some bonding. So I think we should do what I do best. Hang out with the ladies and see if I can get lucky. I'm hoping that by bringing you with me, some of that luck might rub off on you. You deserve a nice girl... or at least to try it." He nudged her gently. He didn't know if she liked girls or not. "If you don't like girls, I can help you out with finding a nice tom." He added. Honeystorm
Dealingkitpaw (DayClan)
Dealingkit, no, wait, Dealingpaw since that was her cousins rule. Was a bit overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the party Radiantpaw was throwing. But once she saw the other apprentices and some of the kits sneaking out. She'd had to see what was going on. So of course she'd followed them and now here she was in the middle of this crazy mesh of so many different cats.
Her eyes stretched wide as she tried to take it all in.
Cavepaw His recent designation to medicine cat apprentice was still fresh, but the tom just looked bored and unimpressed. A disgruntled look flitted across his white visage, Cavepaw stepping into the gathering place while his keen amber eyes cast cursory glances at those around him. Why he came, he wasn't sure.
Raggedpaw Raggedpaw arrived on horrifically burned legs and lots of enthusiasm, practically bounding into the area. The SpringClan she-cat was simply thrilled at the new opportunities to make friends, and spying a pair ahead of her, scurried over to Solarpaw and Spring. "Hi, I'm Raggedpaw! I'm from SpringClan. Who're you guys?"
Crow(paw) Word of Radiantpaw's shindig had even made itself past the borders. While not technically an apprentice anymore, now warrior aged, he figured he was still young enough to pass. He moved as though a shadow through the throngs of cats, relieved that he didn't smell any SunClan cats yet but disappointed at the same time that he didn't see a familiar heart-skipping white coat. Focus, he chided himself mentally, remembering his purpose for coming was to spread word about his group.
MICHELE-KUN (Primal Instinct) The white trainee brought along several of his instruments, though these were made out of fox or other scavenged bones. Not only did he realize that cat bone instruments would probably creep others out, those were his babies. They were true works of art not meant to be played by just any old cat. These however Michele was willing to share. He had a few drums, some rattles or maracas, and a two flute things. Overall it was a lovely assortment. “Good evening Radiantpaw, you just look absolutely glowing.” He grinned at his own terrible joke.
BLACKPAW (SWIFTCLAN) The tortie apprentice recognized her fellow clanmate but didn’t think much about it. He was young anyways. She was a little nervous about meeting everyone and getting in trouble. Yet she really wanted to fit in and make friends. So here she was, wide eyed and curious about the other clans. As much as she loved SwiftClan she couldn’t quite get all the rules and regulations. She tried very hard but she just kept messing up. But tonight, she decided, there were no rules so she couldn’t mess up.
Solarpaw (DayClan) Solarpaw turned at the sound of the voice. He looked Raggedpaw up and down, he noticed her burnt legs. Was she a SunClan cat? A quick sniff, no she didn't reek of SunClan. So burned in some other way?
Well he couldn't quite rule out SunClan for now, so he put on a pleasantly charming smile. "Greetings Raggedpaw, my name is Solarpaw, and this is my dear sister Spring." He said nodding to his sister. "Now what clan does an enchanting cat like you hail from? For your cheery face shines as bright as the sun."
He was laying it on thick, but no SunClan cat could ignore being put up beside their god.
Radiantpaw (DayClan) "Why thank you!" Radiantpaw said straightening up at the praise. "And I hope so! There's a lot of negativity in the forest clans, and maybe even in the Mountain Clans, so I'm hoping this'll get everyone cheered up and cut loose!"
She noted the instruments he'd brought and her eyes lit up. "Oh! Are those instruments?!" She said eagerly, "Can you show me how they work? It'd be cool if we can get some music going!" @atomheart
Lingeringpaw (MoonClan) Driven out with the clan he'd taken up residence in. Lingeringpaw had been thrilled at the news that another party was being held. It'd give him a chance to look around. Though he'd become hardened through being driven out with MoonClan, and sticking with them through the worst of it had solidified his position in the ranks.
He noted a cat lurking towards the edges and the black tom strolled over to him. "You don't smell like a clan." He noted. woof
Viridianpaw (NightClan) Viridianpaw walked into the party like he owned the place. Sparklingpaw, Radiantpaw's brother scampered off to go look for his sister, and the tom had followed. Intending to keep an eye out and report any infractions of NightClan cats to his mother.
But as he walked amongst the cats, his gaze fell upon a fine tortie apprentice. "What do we have here?" He mused, strolling over to Blackpaw.
"Hello," He said putting as much charm as possible. "I don't think I've had the pleasure, I'm Viridianpaw of NightClan. What's your name?" @atomheart
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 28, 2020 14:19:45 GMT -5
Oddpaw? (Fallclan) (someone charm her and take her home please idc who)
There really weren't any other Fallclan cats here. Even though Oddkit had heard whisperings of it from the apprentices. She was old enough to be one but was held back by her mom thanks to her health. And sure, the walk here was hell on her lungs, but the little calico made it. That's all she wanted, was to make it. Fit in. But walking through the crowd made her feel small. What was she supposed to say? Or do? The mouse she managed to catch was worse for wear, since it took her a while to figure out how to kill it. Oddkit put it in the pile regardless. She straightened up though, turning to another by the pile. "Hi. My name is Oddpaw. What's your's?"
Dealingpaw(DayClan) Dealingpaw turned at being addressed noting the little calico that was a little bigger than herself. "Hi Oddpaw!" She meowed tail waving in excitement at the thought of meeting a new friend. "I'm Dealingk-Dealingpaw! It's nice to meet you!" She said brightly. She noted the mouse the young cat had added to the pile and where others would've turned up their nose Dealingpaw was curious.
"Did that mouse put up a hard fight?" Dealingpaw asked. "I mean... I catch mice all the time, as an apprentice, but I've never seen one like that."
Michele-Chan (Primal Instinct) The white tom appeared almost pleased, though his face remained calm but his eyes glowed. “Oh course, the drums would be a great start.” He turned tot he large basket he had dragged here and began to pull out various things. The rattles and maracas were easy too. The flutes posed problems because cats just did not have quite the right mouth muscles to play it very well. Of course he was still working on ways to make it sound good and not be stuck a struggle to play. “Though the rattles are a lot fun too.” He motioned to various bird skulls, filled with seeds or gravel and then sealed. Jetclaw
Blackpaw (SwiftClan) Blackpaw spun around, almost surprised that someone would approach her so quickly. “Oh hi, I’m Blackpaw from SwiftClan.” She shifted her paws, perhaps a bit nervous but also terribly excited. There were so many new cats she had never met before that came from such interesting places. Of course she should probably not pester everyone with endless questions. “What’s NightClan like?” She asked, well aware SwiftClan was anything but normal in their traditions and customs.
Raggedpaw - SpringClan Her pelt warmed, Solarpaw's compliment taking her by surprise, but perhaps this was how other clans greeted one another? "It's nice to meet you both! My name is Raggedpaw and I'm from SpringClan. You're really nice, Solarpaw. Where are you from?" Her purr was sweet and genuine, curious about her new friends. JetclawHoneystorm
Crow - Rogue "Oh? Did I lose my clan scent?" Crow was surprised to be approached, but he regained his composure with a joke. "I keep telling myself I need to stop forgetting it at home. Ah, whatever." A twitch of his whiskers, then he dropped the facade, dipping his head to Lingeringpaw. "You're right-- I'm not from a clan anymore. My name is Cro,. and I'm the head of a rogue group. You're from MoonClan, right?" It had been a while since he'd last lived in SunClan, but he wouldn't forget the scent of his former home nor their neighbors. Jetclaw
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 30, 2020 15:27:01 GMT -5
SPRING / DayClan The she-cat wasn't really sure why Solarpaw insisted on dragging her along, and the scarred golden apprentice was visibly uncomfortable. She usually worked with prey animals, or occasionally caught herself picking herbs for the medicine cats... but interacting with others, let alone flirting, was far from the first thing on her mind. Of course, she did appreciate her brother trying to help her figure out who she liked, and she offered a nervous smile towards Raggedpaw. "BrookCl-" She had to stop herself from finishing the name of the dead clan. "My brother and I are from DayClan, but we have BrookClan ancestors." The young animal whisperer corrected herself. Jetclawwoof
Raggedpaw - SpringClan Raggedpaw tilted her head as she caught Spring's almost-reply. "BrookClan?" She echoed it curiously, thinking back but realizing she didn't recognize it. "What's that? I've never heard of a clan called BrookClan." She also didn't understand why it was a past tense, having thought that once clans were established they were here forever. Were there other ghost clans?
Oh perfect. This cat was way nicer than she was expecting. Meeting someone new made her paws shake in a way that made her wanna play with them. But she was supposed to be an apprentice and beyond that, so she held herself still. Her ears flushed when Dealingpaw mentioned the mouse in the fresh kill, and Oddpaw looked back at it briefly. Her expression soured with guilt for a brief moment before she shook it off. "Um... yes, it definitely did. While I have, also, caught many mices, this was the hardest one yet. Maybe ever."
