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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 • Meadow • Mentions: TRC Group

As the cats broke the scent line of Roseclan and into the neutrality of the meadow, Swanstar halted and waved her tail like a conductor's wand, commanding her clan to stop. She turned, a bright, happy look on her face and began to speak to the cats. "Cats of Roseclan," she thundered, "Remember, respect our fellow clans, no matter how they treat you. I cannot emphasize that enough." The snow leopardess smiled, eyeing Daisypaw with a humorous air. "I know some of you will giggle, but it is usually poor conduct to make dirt or water in the meadow. You must tell someone before you go, then go into either the jungle of Shadeclan or our forests and make dirt or water there. Alright, alright. I'm finished." Smiling, she sidestepped and allowed any eager cats to break into the clearing and do whatever they may.

Bronzeclaw| 48 Moons| Male African Lion| Deputy| Mentions: TRC Group, Swanstar [Directly]

As the tall grass of the dry savannah gave way to the soft hills of the meadow, the massive Solclan deputy glanced around, his pale eyes catching sight of the Roseclan cats. Turning his large skull, he addressed the group behind him, his expression extremely serious.
"We must all do our best to follow the rules of the Roaring Call. That means no fighting, and please try not to offend anyone." His gaze fell on the apprentices that were in attendance. With their inexperience they would be the first to make a mistake. His speech done, Bronzeclaw gestured for them to follow him as he padded onto the field. It looked as if Shadeclan hadn't arrived yet, which meant that they were left to converse with the much smaller cats of Roseclan. Approaching Swanstar, Bronzeclaw dipped his head in respect.
"Greetings Swanstar, how are you faring this day?" He asked, deep, gentle voice full of civility.

| Scorchstar |
Male • 97 Moons • Amur x Bengal Tiger (Golden Tabby) • Leader
Location: Meadow • Mentions: {Directly} TRC Group, Swanstar, Bronzeclaw / {Indirectly} Eveningstar, Dawnwhisper, Patcheart

After lecturing Dawnwhisper, Scorchstar swiftly caught up with the group as they travelled to the meadow, keeping a close eye on Lilypaw and helping the young apprentice whenever needed as they traversed through muddy terrain and across strongly flowing rivers. At last his paws touched soft, wet grass as they left the jungle behind. He could spy the pale, spotted pelt of Swanstar among the cats gathered in the clearing as well as Bronzeclaw's brighter golden coat. It was clear Shadeclan was the last to arrive, but the massive tiger's pawsteps remained unhurried as he started toward the other leader and deputy, leaving Patcheart to remind his own Clan of their manners. "Swanstar, Bronzeclaw," he greeted with a nod of his head, settling back on his haunches once he'd reached them. "Lovely weather for a gathering, hm?" He asked a bit wryly, knowing the cats of Solclan and Roseclan might not appreciate the rain like his Clan did. "Where is Eveningstar?" He inquired, searching Bronzeclaw's gaze closely for a reaction. "Are we to call you Bronzestar now?"

Bronzeclaw| 48 Moons| Male African Lion| Solclan Deputy| Mentions: Scorchstar [Directly] Swanstar [Indirectly]

As a huge, muscular orange body approached them, Bronzeclaw turned his attention to the Shadeclan leader, responding to his question with a calm expression and an easy chuckle.
"Of course not. Eveningstar is sure to arrive soon." The answer was vague enough that it gave a credible explanation, but it still did not reveal that the Solclan leader had not been seen for a while. With both Frostheart and now Eveningstar gone, the clan of lions were without a couple of their strongest members, which in turn left them vulnerable. And neither Shadeclan nor Roseclan needed to know that. Flicking his ears, Bronzeclaw settled his giant body with a soft sigh, taking the attention off of him with a pointed question aimed at Scorchstar.
"And how are you this day Scorchstar? Enjoying the weather I presume." He said, pale eyes searching the tiger's face for any signs of annoyance. Of course it wouldn't be easily detectable, the secretive Shadeclan cats were quite good at hiding their emotions.

Nightfrost| 34 Moons| Female Jaguar (Melanistic)| Roseclan Warrior| Mentions: Open for Interaction

Beneath the shadow of a secluded tree, the jet-black body of a female jaguar could barely be seen, her fur blending seamlessly into the darkness. Two golden eyes were the only discernible feature from the inky mass of graceful limbs, their depths eerily calm as she watched her leader interact with the intimidating authorities of both Shadeclan and Solclan. It seemed that the creamy white leader of the lions was nowhere to be seen, the golden-pelted hide of his new deputy sitting in his stead. Nightfrost vaguely wondered what had happened to the icy giant of a male. Had he gone missing as well? It was well-known that Frostheart, the last Solclan deputy, had disappeared not even a moon ago. A smile curled her lip. If that was so, than the strong pride of maned cats was vulnerable, though Bronzeclaw was doing an extremely good job at hiding it. Perhaps Eveningstar had been correct in choosing him to take Frostheart's place. Moving her attention away from the three monarchs, the dark-pelted she-cat scanned the clearing, looking for anyone to converse with. Maybe she would just stay here, hidden in the soft blackness.

Winterflame| 26 Moons| Female Siberian Tiger| Shadeclan Warrior| Mentions: Open for Interaction

A fiery pelt moved through the thick mass of cats, the she-cat it belonged to searching for anyone to talk to. It had been quite awhile since she'd attended a Roaring Call, and none of the creatures there looked familiar. The only ones that she was comfortable approaching were those from her own clan. While others would be content with remaining in contact with their clan-mates, and only their clan-mates, Winterflame was hell bent on meeting someone new. Despite the rising tensions between them all, the outgoing fae was determined to make new friends, and hopefully avoid making any enemies. If a fight should arise however, she wasn't afraid to defend herself or her clan, but it wasn't on the top of her list. The Roseclan cats were all so diverse, their ranks ranging from the pale pelts of the snow leopard, to the golden tones of the cheetah. Solclan on the other hand, was full of intimidating, massive lions. Their maned heads and broad skulls rivaling those of even the largest male tigers. Excitement coursed through Winterflame's veins, the night was still young, and everything was going well so far.

| Scorchstar |
Male • 97 Moons • Amur x Bengal Tiger (Golden Tabby) • Leader
Location: Meadow • Mentions: {Directly} Bronzeclaw / {Indirectly} Eveningstar, Frostheart

The response he received was a careful answer and in truth Scorchstar had expected no less. Even whilst sharing such a strong alliance no cat wished to expose their Clan's weaknesses, but Scorchstar wasn't satisfied just yet. "I should hope he will arrive soon. We've all heard about Frostheart. What a shame it would be for both leader and deputy to go missing in such a short amount of time." He moved closer to the lion, eyes blazing. "The dogs seem to be picking your Clan off one by one. It won't be long now before they begin attacking the rest of us. We should end this strife before it progresses any further, as I have suggested time and time again. Perhaps now you will finally be willing to listen." Bronzeclaw made an attempt at changing the subject, and Scorchstar humored him, but the fire never left his gaze. "Indeed, the rain is a welcome change. The jungle has been a bit dry as of late."

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| Tidebreaker |
Male • 34 Moons • Pantanal Jaguar • Warrior
Location: Meadow • Mentions: {Directly} Brokenfeather / {Indirectly} Nightfrost, Moonpaw

Tidebreaker followed Brokenfeather into the meadow warily, eyes widening ever so slightly as he took in the large myriad of cats. He had decided before they even left to remain close to the leopard on the chance he needed an explanation for some tradition, after all the deputy had offered to assist him should he need advice. The lions were a sea of tan and golden pelts, the males sporting thick manes while the females necks remained as bare as his own. The tigers were an ocean of bright orange fur and black stripes in comparison, save for the two darkly striped white cubs playing only pawsteps away.

One of the cubs had dashed over to where Nightfrost lounged, chattering away, while the other cub moved further into the crowd of mingling cats. Brokenfeather chose to perch among the branches of one of the trees bordering the clearing and Tidebreaker settled beneath it. It wasn't long before Brokenfeather launched himself from the branches and lowered his body into a hunter's crouch upon landing, creeping forward stealthily. Tidebreaker stared after the other male in confusion. What could he be hunting here? He realized within seconds Brokenfeather was stalking the white tiger apprentice and hastily rose to his paws, trailing after him. Was it appropriate for the deputy to creep after the cubs of another Clan like this?

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| Fawnstep |
Male • 73 Moons • Transvaal Lion (Leucistic) • Warrior
Location: Meadow • Mentions: {Directly} None - Open / {Indirectly} Lilystream

Fawnstep's pale gaze swept over the clearing, taking in the familiar sight of lions, tigers, leopards, jaguars, cheetahs and many other cats coming together for this very special occasion. Despite the poor weather and the mysterious disappearance of his Clanmates, Fawnstep was in high spirits. He turned his head to search for Lilystream, having stayed by the young lioness' side on the journey. He wanted to give her the space to mingle with others now that they had arrived, but also felt the need to make certain she didn't try to hide herself away or simply flop down in the rain with no intention of seeking out conversation.

Bronzeclaw| 48 Moons| Male African Lion| Solclan Deputy| Mentions: Scorchstar [Directly]

"I can assure you, our leader is fine and well. I agree that the dogs of the mud should be dealt with, but rushing blindly into battle will not gain us anything. We do not know how strong they are, they could be amassing an army for all we know. Personally, I believe reconnaissance will do us good. However, that is not my decision to make. If you wish to discuss this with Eveningstar, I suggest that you wait until he arrives." All of this was said in a measured, even tone, the pale and calm eyes of the Solclan deputy meeting the fiery ones of Shadeclan's leader. Bronzeclaw had expected to be berated with questions, as he so often was, even at home. To be honest, he didn't have all of the answers, but it was his duty to represent Solclan in Eveningstar's stead. If that meant dealing with situations such as this, then so be it, he would stand his ground. Bronzeclaw could tell that Scorchstar had only allowed the change of subject on his terms, and so he followed along, hoping to cool the discussion into a more peaceful conversation.
"I'm glad that your clan enjoys this weather. We Solclan cats are used to the more intense heat that the Savannah provides," He paused, studying the other male with a slightly amused gaze, "I'm sure the jungle offers hotter climates as well. I myself have never wandered there."

Nightfrost| 34 Moons| Female Jaguar (Melanistic)| Roseclan Warrior| Mentions: Tidebreaker, Moonpaw, Brokenfeather [Directly]

The pitter-patter of stumbling paws caught her attention, causing her to tear her gaze away from the mingling crowd and onto the form of a small white tiger. The cub rushed towards her, his face full of excitement, with no fear in his eyes. Chuckling, Nightfrost adopted a more open body language, not bothering to move as the apprentice sidled up to her, rambling on after introducing himself in barely a single breath.
"Slow down there young one," She purred, gazing down at him with warm eyes, "If you don't breathe, you'll pass out." The tone of her voice was teasing, inviting him to continue speaking after he'd calmed down. Before she could tell him her name, she caught sight of Brokenfeather, the Roseclan deputy, stalking towards them in the long grass. Raising an eyebrow, she shifted closer to the cub, though the male's body language didn't seem hostile.
"Careful Brokenfeather, you don't want to scare him." She scolded softly, her voice calm and airy. Soon after, she caught a glance of Tidebreaker trailing close behind, his expression tense and confused. Perhaps he'd been as worried as she was about their deputy's intentions.