SnagClan - Toadnettle confessed his feelings to Gullstar, and got rejected.
"Have you gone mad?!" Gullstar hissed, dusty brown tail lashing against the wooden hollow of his den. "For you to ask that of any cat, let alone me, knowing the oaths you took..."
Toadnettle made himself small, recoiling at his words and rejection.
"You're right-" he stammered, unable to reach Gullstar's gaze. "I-- I just thought that maybe--"
The medicine cat was cut off but Gullstar's angry hiss. The leader narrowed his eyes and stepped closer toward him. Toadnettle's heart was threatening to pound through his ribcage. He knew there was a risk of rejection, sure.
But perhaps he just never considered that the aggression, coolness, and honour of StarClan that made him love Gullstar in the first place was the very reason they would never be together.
"You didn't think at all." Gullstar growled at him, echoing Toadnettle's thoughts.
"Leave. Get out of my den, and go to your healer's gathering. Perhaps StarClan can talk some sense into you. "
"Right!" the medicine cat yelped. Toadnettle scrambled out of the den, the adrenaline and humiliation burning in his stomach. His heartbeat drowned out every other sound in the forest as he ran toward the Moonsprings.
Spidershade brushed past the ferns that guarded the Moonsprings and was greeted by the familiar sight and somewhat garlicky scent of Asterleaf, but her friend seem concerned.
"Oh, thank StarClan you're here, Spidershade!" Asterleaf mewled, licking her head in greeting. They peered over her shoulder, and pulled back, the worried expression coming back to their face.
"Toadnettle isn't with you?"
"No, why would he be?"
There was a brief pause as Spidershade assessed the situation. Nearly always she was the last to arrive to the Half-Moon Gathering on account of FogClan's territory being furthest away.
"Perhaps he's just running late." Asterleaf said quietly, staring into the ferns.
"Right. Lets wait for him a bit longer."
And the two medicine cats waited, huddled together by the Moonsprings. They remained as quiet as warriors on vigil as they listened for their third, with only the sound breaking their silence being the gentle trickling of the water. The moon gently drifted through the sky and Spidershade was growing more and more nervous.
"I'm sorry Asterleaf, I can't wait for him any longer." she said, standing up slowly to face her Moonpool. "I'm afraid we'll have to commune with StarClan now, before the moon passes the treeline. We can go to SnagClan to check on him later."
"R-right..." Asterleaf pinned their ears back, hesitantly heading toward their pool. "Hopefully he's just sick with a Leaf-fall greencough or something..."
SnagClan - Toadnettle went missing, and was found dead.
Headcanon: Zelda Spellman has incredibly messy handwriting. It's small and cramped and practically illegible. She likes it that way because it's like a secret code that only she can read. Her library is full of books and journals that are covered in a mesh of spidery script- commentary, translations, private antitheses. That doesn't stop her from giving Sabrina grief about her (equally messy) handwriting, though.
Hello friend!! Didn’t recognize your new url. I’m conflicted on this one because I love the idea of Zelda’s living space covered in a physical manifestation of her musings and feelings and scraps of spells. Also obsessed with the idea of her hating a particular translation so much that she decides to retranslate whole chunks right on the page because how could she possibly be expected to read such an appalling mistranslation with her own two eyes. Also, Zelda close reading a book and scribbling analyses and scathing criticisms in the margins? Absolutely iconic and on brand. But I don’t know how I feel about her handwriting resembling chicken scratch. She was definitely taught that cursive is the only acceptable form of writing, and I feel like she’s disciplined enough to both teach Sabrina that from an easrly age and also take it to her grave. Though at this point in her life I’m sure her handwriting is small, quick, and scrunched, nearly illegible. Though she takes a lot of pride in her handwriting because you’re definitely right she gives Sabrina a Lot of grief for her sloppy (non-cursive because “it takes too much time, Aunt Zee”) scrawling. Zelda’s definitely one of those people who feels like you have to earn the right to write illegibly and it only comes from being old (though she would never admit to that on pain of death)
Cinderstar wasn’t particularly fond of Gatherings.
As a warrior, he found them so crowded and noisy. But now, as a leader, his main concern was the piddling number of warriors he was leading up the hill to blazing Firetree. He flicked his ears in annoyance, reliving the humiliation he felt under the pitying gaze of Skystar during his first moon as leader, when he announced the casualties of the Great Storm.
He was always trained to not show weakness at these Gatherings, and now he was leading a weak Clan into one. A weak Clan with a weak leader… a proper Clan has more warriors than this, I should be paralyzed by choice when it comes to selecting who to bring to a Gathering and not be so concerned if there’s enough back at camp to watch the kits…
Cinderstar shook his head to clear his mind and ignored Roseflight’s concerned gaze as he signaled for his warriors to exit the undergrowth and enter the sandy clearing under the Firetree.
He felt his Clanmates' pelts brush against his as they walked past him toward the clearing to mingle with their friends and rivals, and quickly the feeling was replaced with the eyes of the other leaders.
Was it awkward for Palestar as well?
He tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. He had a duty, and a script to follow in his mind. These things are just formalities, no need to be concerned.
But still, as he jumped up onto the Highrock to take his place next to the other leaders, he couldn’t help but notice how much older and more experienced they were than him. In fact, both of them were leaders ever since he was born. It was difficult to wrap his mind around being their equals now.
Gullstar was the first to acknowledge him, though subtly. The senior tom nodded his head respectfully, and twitched a dusty-brown ear. Cinderstar still couldn’t bring himself to trust that icy-white gaze; the kit-stories of SnagClan’s fearsome and aggressive warriors still in the back of his mind… Whenever Gullstar looked at you, it felt like he was looking for weakness. And StarClan knows that FogClan isn’t the strongest it’s ever been.
Skystar was next, turning her head to him and nodding in greeting. Cinderstar’s stomach turned. The pity in those ocean blue eyes was still present. Skystar feeling sorry for him felt worse than the calculating stares of the SnagClan leader.
“Would you like to go first?” Skystar mewed softly, nudging Cinderstar. “Hoping to hear good news from you.”
“Ah, I’m afraid I don’t have much to say,” confessed Cinderstar. And he really didn’t.
Skystar chuckled a little, “No news is good news, they say. I’ll go then, if you two don’t mind?”
“Please do.” Gullstar meowed, his eyes focused on the gaggle of cats underneath them.
Skystar started the Gathering with a yowl, and Cinderstar straightened his posture, curling his fluffy black tail over his paws. It still was a strange feeling to have so many cats gathered beneath him, gazing up toward him. Dozens of eyes reflected the lights of the moon, stars, and Firetree back toward Cinderstar and he felt his voice catch in his throat. Thank StarClan that Skystar decided to speak first.
“The forest has finally dried up, and prey is starting to run normally again. Over this past moon, OnionClan has welcomed three new apprentices. Those would be my kits, Sunpaw, Bluepaw, and Ravenpaw.”
Skystar’s kits! Cinderstar had nearly forgotten. He looked around for the new apprentices, and they were easy to spot. A trio of grey and white kits huddled together, who all looked strikingly like Skystar, especially her daughter. To think that Skystar was leading her Clan from the nursery for a few moons, it was just astounding to Cinderstar. She had moved out of the nursery a while before the storm, but it was still incredible to him that Skystar had the strength to lead her Clan while dealing with pregnancy and all that comes after.
Perhaps that strength she possesses is why she pities me for lacking it so much?
Skystar had sat back down, and Gullstar nodded toward Cinderstar, clearly wishing to speak last himself. Or maybe testing him, making fun of him since he stuttered at the first Gathering he went to as leader– No, just breathe, and speak.
“Prey is still running well in FogClan.” said Cinderstar smoothly. “There’s been less twoleg scent along the shores lately as Greenleaf draws to a close. The apprentices are doing well on their training. As long as they continue to make us proud–and I’m sure they will–I’ll have a new name to share with you at the next Gathering.”
In front of the Highrock, he could see Talonshade’s eyes gleaming with interest, likely trying to figure out which of his former peers would be joining him in the warrior’s den soon…
Gullstar stood up to speak next, twitching his long dusty ears. “Badgers have infiltrated our lands. We are driving them out, but the competition for prey and territory has been difficult on our growing Clan.” the SnagClan leader meowed cooly. Cinderstar bristled a bit at the comment on his Clan’s numbers, but noticed that Skystar’s eyes narrowed as well.
“Driving them out to where?!” yowled a sleek, silver OnionClan cat.
Cindestar recognized the bristling smoky tom as Cindersmoke, a warrior around his age he always found agreeable. It was rare to see him so riled up at a Gathering. Twitching his whiskers, Cinderstar leaned down to listen closer to the aggravated crowd of cats.
“Off of my territory. Where the badgers go next is not SnagClan’s concern.” spat Gullstar, tail thrashing. He turned his ice-blue eyes to Skystar and continued speaking. “If OnionClan has a badger problem, I wouldn't be aware.”
Cinderstar’s eyes widened as he noticed thick clouds rolling in on the horizon as Gullstar spoke. The crowd of clan cats were growing more and more agitated, Onion and SnagClan warriors glaring at each other with their hackles raised.
“There’s no badger problem in our territory, Gullstar.” growled Skystar, ears twitching in annoyance. “One of our warriors is in the medicine den from a badger wound, but she’s nearly recovered, thanks to Asterleaf’s skillful paws.”
The admission of an injured warrior seemed like it should be an effective way to cool the conversation down, but the clouds grew closer and closer, and Cinderstar started bristling.
“I suspect our warrior is concerned for their Clanmate,” Skystar continued, eyes narrowing into slits. “As the badger was making its den near the SnagClan border.”
Gullstar hissed at the accusation, his claws unsheathing and scraping into the cracks of the Highrock. “And you think we put it there?!”
The Gathering grew dim, leaving only the artificial glow of the Firetree above them and Skystar bowed her head. “StarClan has voiced their displeasure. This Gathering is over.” she yowled out to the murmuring crowd.
The elder leaders leapt off the stone, leaving Cinderstar in disbelief. The thick clouds blotted out the moon’s light, and vast swaths of stars were obscured.
What a disaster. And I didn’t even do anything to stop it.
doll: describe yourself through a mixture of fictional characters
Oh no, you’ve got me! Erm...
I’m going to be that person who says Mary Wardwell, but also want to say Luna Lovegood (especially as a child), Sophie (Howl’s Moving Castle), and honestly... Kiki’s Mother from Kiki’s Delivery Service.
I answered Fireplace (My Favorite Age) in another ask and I’ll summarize that it is 21, since I remember 21 (my current age) best!
