| Boomslangstorm |
Male • 31 Moons • Tanzanian Cheetah • Medicine Cat
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Swanstar / {Indirectly} Finchfeather, Stoneclimber, Daisypaw

Boomslangstom paced as he awaited the announcement to leave for the Roaring Call, reconsidering his own attendance with every apprehensive pawstep. It was rare to see the spotted male looking so restless and uneasy, but he was concerned about leaving the Clan without a medicine cat. Finchfeather was still heavy with cubs, due any day now, and paranoia crept over him.

What if Finchfeather went into labor while he was away, what if Fatefleer decided to take advantage of a near empty camp to finish what he’d started, what if Mudclan thought the same and attacked? It was all too much. He had gone over common herbs with Stoneclimber the previous night should anyone need them during his absence and he didn’t doubt the leopard's competence, but his own conscience would never allow him to leave the Clan without a healer for a whole day.

Swiftly approaching Swanstar, he waited for her to finish speaking and step down from her den before informing her of his decision. “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t think it wise for me to leave camp. I hope you will still allow Daisypaw to attend without me. She’s been looking forward to this.”

((I'll add Mambafang and Tidebreaker next time. Running out of energy/motivation after writing like 8 other posts.))

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"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self."

Swanstar • Female • 96 moons • Leader • Atop the Leader's Den • Mentions: Gathering Party; Brokenfeather; Boomslangstorm; Tidebreaker

Smiling kindly, Swanstar watched the faces of her warriors light up as their names were called for the Roaring Call. Her mouth opened to announce the cat temporarily in charge when her Deputy's spotted form sidled up beside her and asked her to remind him of the attendees. "Now, for any of those who didn't hear," she began, side-eyeing Brokenfeather with a hint of amusement, "The following cats are attending the Roaring Call: Cliffwalker, Glacierwing, NIghtfrost, Oakfall, Boomslangstorm, and Daisypaw. Now, I expect everyone to be back here soon after they eat. Then we'll head out. My mate, Stoneclimber, will serve as the temporary leader." With that, the Leader stood and turned, descending the stone gracefully to land face-to-face with the Medicine Cat. "I see. You go ahead and look after Finchfeather, I'll recruit someone to take your place at the Roaring Call. Don't worry, Daisypaw will still be able to attend." She smiled, nodding politely to the cheetah, before ascending to the roof of her den. "Tidebreaker, come here please."

| Boomslangstorm |
Male • 31 Moons • Tanzanian Cheetah • Medicine Cat
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Swanstar, Daisypaw / {Indirectly} Finchfeather

Relief washed over the medicine cheetah now that he’d made a final decision. “Thank you Swanstar,” he replied before stepping away, confident the choice he made was the right one. Spotting Daisypaw among the crowd, he swiftly moved toward his apprentice. “There’s been a change of plans. I’ll be staying here to tend to Finchfeather, but you may still go to the Roaring Call if you wish. I expect you to be on your best behavior,” he said sternly, hoping she would take his warning seriously. "Understand?"



| Mambafang |
Female • 49 Moons • African Leopard (Melanistic) • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Cliffwalker, Rattlepaw / {Indirectly} Swanstar, Stoneclimber

Mambafang only half listened as Swanstar announced the chosen cats would be departing for the Roaring Call soon, grooming her dark pelt with lazy swipes of her tongue. As Cliffwalker’s name was called however she felt perhaps a small tinge of regret that she wouldn’t be going. She would have liked to see how the puma handled her first gathering. Rising to her paws, she padded up beside her, touching her nose to the younger female’s shoulder. “I hope you enjoy your first Roaring Call. You’ll give me all the details when you return, I should hope?” Spotting Rattlepaw leaving fresh bedding near the nursery, she flicked her tail in the apprentice's direction. “Once your sister is on her way you can finish changing Finchfeather’s nest and then, if Stoneclimber permits, perhaps we can get some hunting practice in, or maybe we will be chosen for a border patrol,” she commented once Rattlepaw had joined them.



| Tidebreaker |
Male • 34 Moons • Pantanal Jaguar • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Swanstar / {Indirectly} Copperthorn, Stoneclimber

Tidebreaker listened intently as Swanstar called out the names of the warriors and apprentices who would be attending the Roaring Call. He’d taken notice the moment the graceful leopardess began climbing to the top of her den and paused in his current task of replacing the elders bedding with fresh nesting material. He had heard murmurs of the highly anticipated meeting all moon long and his interest was piqued, but he didn’t expect to be called. He was still new to the Clan.

He wondered briefly whether or not Copperthorn would be chosen and was prepared to duck into the elder’s den if his brother should appear, but his name was not among the chosen. When Swanstar left the roof of her den Tidebreaker returned to his duties, Swanstar beckoning him back only seconds later. He hurried to stand before the noble cat he had come to respect so much even in his short time with the Clan. He could certainly see why Swanstar was in charge her. Both she and her mate Stoneclimber were cats to be admired.

Dipping his head politely, he gazed up at his leader, hoping he hadn’t done anything that would earn him a lecture. Clan customs were still quite new to him and from time to time he made mistakes. Though he knew Swanstar was fair he still had his concerns he would be asked to leave if he failed to adjust properly within a time limit. “Yes, Swanstar? How can I be of service?”

Nightfrost| 34 Moons| Female Jaguar (Melanistic)| Warrior| Mentions: Open for Interaction, Tidebreaker [Indirectly]

At Swanstar's call, the dark-pelted fae stood, leaving Glacierwing, Lionpool, and Langurtail to converse with a quick goodbye. Large velvet paws glided over the soaked ground, each step deliberately avoiding any large puddles that showed themselves. The thick mist of water had darkened her fur into an almost pitch-black hue, her normally vague spots completely gone, melding together with the rest of the hairs covering her form. Piercing golden eyes watched the rest of the Roaring Call party gather, their fiery depths holding a quiet interest as their leader called Tidebreaker forward. Settling beneath an overhanging rock, Nightfrost began to groom the water from her pelt, her movements calm and patient, simply waiting for the long journey to begin. Perhaps Swanstar would allow the former rogue to go with them to meet with the clans, it would be a good test for the newly christened male, to see how well he did amongst the much different Solclan and Shadeclan cats. The secretive, massive tigers would no doubt be lurking around the edges of the gathering, blazing pelts standing out from the paler, more golden tones of the prideful lions. Of course, the Roaring Call was a time of peace, where she could study the different cats from afar and learn of their differences.

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"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self."

Swanstar • Female • 96 moons • Leader • Around the Leader's Den • Mentions: Tidebreaker; TRC Group

Watching as Tidebreaker stood and began to approach her, Swanstar made her way to the ground beside her den, slinking down the rocks and landing in the soft, wet grass. She sat, curling her long, bushy tail around her paws as she often did and looked at Tidebreaker with a serene expression. "As you may have heard," she began, her voice slow and purposeful, "The Roaring Call is today. It is a meeting of the three clans: Solclan, Shadeclan, and Rosecan. Solclan is full of lions, tan beasts with giant manes of fur, and Shadeclan is made of tigers, large orange cats with black stripes all across their body. I think this would be a great opportunity for you to adapt to the customs and religions of the clans as well as meet the neighbors."

Stoneclimber | Male | Camp | Warrior | 108 Moons | Mentions: TRC Party [Minor]

Though he was no longer in the clearing, but settled just inside of the entrance to the warrior's den, Stoneclimber still watched and listened. He hadn't been surprised when Swanstar called his name, not to join their patrol, but to be in charge of the remaining felines in camp. He crossed his forelegs and flicked his cold ears, the rain brought with it a light chill and while it was a good feeling, it was not without it's faults such as minor illnesses. Outside of the warrior's den, RoseClan cats either played around in the rain or prepared for the trip to the meeting place. After the band of felines had gone, he planned to send out some small morning patrols, most of the prey in the fresh-kill pile were no doubt exposed to the weather and the borders would need renewing after the rainfall, unfortunately, The Roaring Call left the camp with fewer warriors to do those duties but he would make it work by including himself and using the felines he had at his disposal.

Daisypaw | Female | Camp | Medicine Cat's Apprentice | 18 Moons | Mentions: TRC [Minor] Boomslangstorm [Direct]

She was so excited, Daisypaw felt a little giddy. She wondered about the other Clan's medicine apprentices, she hadn't spoken to them often if not much. The youngster turned her head perkily to the side as the lean figure of her mentor advanced towards her, every hair on her body felt like they were standing on end with her happiness. Hopefully, the bad weather wouldn't last long, it was much too gloomy and this day caused for sunshine and celebration. "Hey Boomslangstorm!" She purred cheerfully, then lapsed into respectful silence as the cheetah exchanged the news with her. Daisypaw was a little disappointed her mentor would not be joining them, but she understood. Daisypaw was much too excited to go to The Call to turn the opportunity down though, so the with a firm nod and a bright smile, the novice said, "Understood. I won't let you down." Much. It depended on what the other apprentices were doing and if any of them would mind having a short-stack of a feline tagging along, hopefully she could make a friend or two. They were much better than enemies.

Rowanheart| 38 Moons| Pantanal Jaguar| Warrior| Mentions: Open for Interaction

This dreary, soaking wet, boring day was getting on the brute's nerves. No matter where he went, the ground was covered in water, and his pelt was currently being bombarded by fat rain droplets that slowly inched their way through his fur and onto his skin. His naturally stern expression just turned more sour due to this fact, and he could feel a chill coming on. There was obviously no other choice, he would have to search for shelter. It seemed that everyone else had the same idea, hiding in the undergrowth, beneath overhanging rocks, or by remaining safe in their nests. However, socializing with anyone at this point wasn't an option, the foul mood he was in would not make for good conversation, and surprisingly enough, he wasn't really feeling like a fight. Padding over to the warrior's den, Rowanheart shook out his hide, trying his best to free it from the precipitation that clung to the hairs. Eyeing his surroundings, the jaguar male made his way to the darkest corner of the den, away from others, to contemplate what to do for the rest of the day.

{ Short, sorry, I'm on my mobile for a little bit today}

| Tidebreaker |
Male • 34 Moons • Pantanal Jaguar • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Swanstar, Brokenfeather

Tidebreaker listened quietly as Swanstar informed him he would be joining the Roaring Call patrol after all, cautious to keep his countenance clear of any misgivings. "Thank you Swanstar. I am truly grateful for the opportunity and honored you trust me enough to allow my attendance," he replied respectfully. His genuine thoughts on the matter didn't quite match his words. Tidebreaker lived a mostly solitary lifestyle up until the point he was welcomed into the Clan. His family group had been rather small in comparison, and he'd spent more moons alone than he had with them.

Simply being surrounded by other cats in the camp at times was overwhelming. How would he fair at a gathering of all the Clans? Brokenfeather's voice shook him from his thoughts and he found the deputy had stepped closer to him, offering guidance and advice should he need it. "I will certainly remember to come to you if I have any questions," he responded, tone grateful. Tidebreaker was surprised to find many of his new Clanmates were less hostile over the acceptance of an outsider than he would have initially thought. The comment regarding females caught him a bit off-guard however, and he stared at the leopard for a moment, noting his expectant expression and offering an awkward laugh soon after. "Yes...thank you."

"You can't damn bear jealousy."
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||Silverwind||♀||62 moons||Snow Leopard||Mentions:Tidebreaker&Brokenfeather[directly]; TRC group[briefly]||
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Silverwind blinked her eyes open, the bright sunlight Immediately bothering her eyes. She wanted to close them and go to sleep again, but a day and half of hibernating has been enough. Her tail started swinging on the ground, making a bit of snow fly in the air. She heard a few voices outside her, plus one she's never heard before. Slowly getting up, she sat down, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the bright light of the day. Silverwind stood up, starting to head out of the den. Dragging her tail on the ground, her eyes locked on the newcomer, Tidebreaker something. Her gaze shifted on the feline besides him, Brokenfeather, her deputy. Sighing, she continued walking until reaching the two. Silverwind wasn't that old herself, she joined a few days ago. Blinking several times, Silverwind dipped her head at Brokenfeather. "Greetings, Brokenfeather. I see the cats that are going to The Roaring Call will leave soon? And who is this, over here?" She glanced at Tidebreaker, waiting for one of them to respond.

As she waited for the response, Silverwind glared around camp, spotting Rowanheart. Her eyes locked on him for a few seconds, gaze still sleepy. He seemed pretty intriguing, but she didn't understand why. Maybe she just likes mysterious felines. She shrugged it off, watching Langurtail approach him. Silverwind soon turned her head around, facing the two males again. She started glancing from one to another, waiting patiently for the answer.