Bronzeclaw| 48 Moons| Male African Lion| Solclan Deputy| Mentions: Scorchstar, Eveningstar, Swanstar {Directly}

A profound sense of relief flooded over Bronzeclaw as the stately voice of his leader rumbled through the air behind them. Turning his head, the Solclan deputy moved to allow the giant silvery male room in the group. He was glad that Eveningstar had arrived at the perfect time. It took the attention off of him, and from the beginning he had felt awkward in dealing with the other leaders in Eveningstar's stead, being deputy was more than enough for the intellectual lion. Obviously, Shadeclan's brute of an authority was becoming slightly impatient with the discussion of war, as his expression was one of strained patience. He shifted uncomfortably under Swanstar's steely glare, a feeling of regret washing through him as she answered his leader's question. In truth, he and Scorchstar had been too involved in their argument to notice the female snow leopard or ask her opinion on the matter. Stepping back, Bronzeclaw gratefully allowed the others to make their points known, effectively killing his need to speak.

(I apologize for the poor quality, I'm having a sort of writer's block today.)

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

A soft smile pulled at Nightfrost's lips as the little apprentice scurried over to Tidebreaker, his level of energy a little tiring, but also amusing. It had been years since she'd had that much vigor for anything. Standing up, the shadowy she-cat padded over to the two of them, interested in keeping the conversation going. It seemed that this cub was very excited to talk to everyone if he could. She hoped that if someday she had cubs, that they would be just as lively as this one. Listening closely to them, she almost didn't see Cliffwalker approach. The cougar's small body settled itself next to the jaguar male, joining their little group.

(Agh, shorrrttt... I'm sorry DX)

Winterflame| 26 Moons| Female Siberian Tiger| Shadeclan Warrior| Mentions: Otterleap

Broad shoulders and a bulky body sidled up next to her as she walked, his deep tone pulled her attention away from her mission in finding someone to speak to, and her saffron eyes landed on his handsome face with an excited smile.
"Yes, it has been quite a long time since I've come to a Roaring Call. Seeing all of these different cats together is quite intimidating." She replied, her tail waving behind her. Stopping her light trot, she halted her forward motion and sat, realizing that finding a cat from a different clan to start a conversation with wasn't going to happen. Otterleap was nice to talk to, and spending time with him would be fun.
"I'm sure this isn't your first time here." She mused, giving him a happy glance filled with amusement. Perhaps he would tell her about the more interesting gatherings of the past.

Daisypaw | Female | Meadow | Medicine Cat's Apprentice | 18 Moons | Mentions: Grasspaw [Minor] Nightpaw [Direct]

Daisypaw's eyes widened slightly in both bewilderment and amazement. But he's so young! She wasn't near complete with her training to be able to become a full-fledged medicine cat, even now she struggled to remember what was what and if this was meant to be given for that. It was all so overwhelming! She vaguely remembered, though, from eavesdropping on the warrior's conversations that SolClan was without it's medicine cat. So she supposed in that scenario the clan would have little choice other than to appoint their missing healer's apprentice to be in charge of healing the clan. "Nice to meet you, Nightpaw. I'm Daisypaw, RoseClan's medicine cat in training." Her short tail flicked as he addressed the to-be medicine cat once more, an apologetic expression on her face. "RoseClan's medicine cat isn't here today and I don't think I can be much much help... Do you know if ShadeClan's medicine cat is here?"

Daisypaw | Female | Meadow | Medicine Cat's Apprentice | 18 Moons | Mentions: Scorchstar, Boomslangstorm [Minor] Nightpaw [Direct]

Daisypaw shook her head, mimicking the other apprentice. She had little knowledge about the other clan's warriors let alone their medicine cats. She had been hoping Boomslangstorm would introduce her, but that seemed not to be the case today. "Asking around won't hurt, I suppose." She said, glancing around her. There were a lot of striped pelts they could choose to ask, but some of them didn't have the nicest expressions or welcoming atmosphere Daisypaw would have liked. She shot a glance at the Scorchstar, he seemed to be having a conversation with the other leaders and she doubted her appearance would be welcome. "Maybe one of the ShadeClan apprentices would know?"

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

Swanstar's scathing glare did little to move him, and the ginger tiger had clearly tuned out most of the following conversation, far more interested in continuing the examination of his muddied claws. His attention only returned once Swanstar and Patcheart confronted Lilypaw for eavesdropping. Seeing as his deputy appeared to have the issue covered, he felt little need to intervene. Rising to his paws, he padded away leisurely, leaving Eveningstar with only Swanstar and Bronzeclaw for company as he observed the other interactions developing between his own cats and others.

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

The edges of Tidebreaker's mouth turned up into a subtly amused grin and he flicked his gaze toward Nightfrost once before answering. "I'm a newcomer to Roseclan," he explained. "I joined them only a moon ago. I still have much to learn. I'm sure even you are far more experienced in regards to Clan customs than I am." As Moonpaw began to question Nightfrost once more, Cliffwalker's scent drifted toward him on the breeze and Tidebreaker turned in time to see the puma heading toward them. "This is Moonpaw, from Shadeclan," he replied once she'd reached them, realizing a bit late what a redundant statement that was. Shadeclan only had one type of cat.

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| Fawnstep |
Male • 73 Moons • Transvaal Lion (Leucistic) • Warrior
Location: Meadow • Mentions: {Directly} Glacierwing / {Indirectly} Lilystream

Eventually, Fawnstep lost sight of Lilystream's pale pelt among the crowd, and he could only hope the lioness was taking full advantage of her time at the Roaring Call. Glancing around, the white lion searched for someone he might converse with, blue gaze soonafter landing on Glacierwing where she rested beneath one of the trees lining the meadow. Uncertain if she was open to a guest, he approached slowly so he could gauge her reaction to his approach. "Greetings!" He called, tone friendly and eyes holding their usual warmth. "You are Swanstar's daughter, aren't you? Is there room for one more under there?"

Junglescar||Female||Siberian Tiger||33Moons||Warrior||Meadow||Shadeclan||Mentions: [Direct] Daisypaw, Nightpaw

The noise of voices rang Junglescar's ears out, as she walked through the grass, weaving her large body toward a small, tan clump of fur. As she got closer, a caracal and lion were visible. She looked down at the apprentices. Her large green eyes questioned their appearance. "What do you need help with?" she said in a lame tone, sitting down and licking her large paw.

|| Patcheart ||
| Female | 6Yrs 1M(73Mns) | Siberian Tiger | Deputy |
| Location: Meadow | MD: Lilypaw |
| MI: Swanstar |
A small grin formed on Patcheart's muzzle at Lilypaw's response...Interesting, well that was certainly one way to put it. Lilypaw continued, effectively erasing the grin from Patcheart's muzzle which would be immediately replaced with a contemplative frown as the young tigresses spoke her next words. It looked as if the damage had already been done, the apprentice had heard the words spoken between the leaders and had now drawn her own conclusions...in all likely-hood conclusions that would mirror those of her seniors. The young tigress's words had caught the attention of Swanstar, who immediately insisted that the apprentice sit somewhere else...Patcheart dipped her head in response to the Roseclan Leader's apologetic gaze. Drawing the apprentice away from the group had been Patcheart's original intention, and though the Swanstar's approach to the subject was certainly more direct than what Patcheart had entertained, the Deputy appreciated the interference.

As Lilypaw rose to her feet and retreated, Patcheart followed close behind making sure to move farther from the group of leaders so that their conversation was almost indiscernible. Lilpaw's question, when it came, caught the deputy off guard, her attention split between the apprentice, the clan leaders, and the other felines conversing within the clearing. The question immediately brought forth the image of Patcheart's father, Snaketail, after he had took his own life and the Deputy could not pause the grimace of pain that washed over her face before she collected herself. "Yes, Lilypaw, I have seen a dead body...more than one." The dark coated female studied the apprentice's face closely, ghostly yellow eyes solemn as they raked over the younger individual. "Why do you ask, Lilypaw?"

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Male | 72 Moons | Transvaal Lion | SolClan Leader
Mentions: Scorchstar, Swanstar, Bronzeclaw

The great white lion watched as the russet-clad beast before him grew more irritable in his displays, but in return merely allowed his ears to swivel back and rest lightly on the back of his skull, revealing his disagreement but surely not letting it be shown through more aggressive maneuvers. This was not a time to provoke an arguement with the tiger. Eveningstar was not shy in propositions of war, but he did not trust Scorchstar's fervor to speak of war with the pesky canines. As Swanstar's feminine voice returned to the air, he acknowledged her warning with an appreciative bow of his head, a damp wind buffeting the edges of his mane as he did so. "I'll be sure to take your advice as holy, Swanstar. If they do dare step foot over our lands, however.. well, at least we have ourselves an easy meal." He huffed, doses of humour clinging to his tone as his teeth grit together in a smirk, but he was quick to regain his stoic composure as his eyes drifted once more to the ShadeClan leader. Was it really any better to be making a joke of MudClan's fate? "If we wish to act on this, we need to discuss a plethora of options." He murmured mostly to himself. "In a more personal setting. Killing should also not be considered our only alternative." His pale green irises flickered meaningfully to Bronzeclaw, clearly referring to what Scorchstar insinuated. Lifting his chin a little higher, he abandoned the topic abruptly, letting his eyes scan the scenery. The sea of gold, dappled and ginger pelts was a rather astonishing sight, but he always made sure to keep an extra iris planted firmly on his own clan to ensure they were just fine. "Thank you for stepping in so professionally on my behalf as well. My absence did not appear to be well taken, but I appreciate what you said to soothe concerns."

Lilypaw | 7 Moons Female Tiger | ShadeClan Apple | Mentions: Scorchstar, Swanstar, Patcheart
Lilypaw flinched, startled by the sudden change in Swanstar's focus. Once Patcheart and her were farther away, she tilted her head to the side whilst studying the deputy's face. Her eyes, like a window to her soul, showed great curiosity and no embarrassment or shame. Once Patcheart asked her own question, Lilypaw shrugged, absent-mindedly scanning the clusters of cats. "I don't know," The young tigress adds, swinging her head around to focus back on Patcheart.
"I'm just...curious." Yes, I'm curious about dead bodies because why? Lilypaw allows her tongue to flick from her jaws and lap at her nose. Then she begins to stand, scanning the meadow for somewhere she could go. Her ears swivel forward as she glimpses running water. A river! But two felines are already there, and she wouldn't want to crash their conversation. There's plenty of water back in ShadeClan territory, she tells herself. "May I go?" The apprentice asks, glancing around. Perhaps she'd run into someone to talk to?

Bronzeclaw| 48 Moons| Male African Lion| Solclan Deputy| Mentions: Scorchstar, Swanstar, Eveningstar {Directly}

Apparently done with the conversation, the huge tawny brute simply stood up and padded away, not even offering an excuse or a goodbye. Pinning his ears with dissatisfaction, the golden-hued monster chuffed his disapproval quietly, broad jowls parting in a heavy sigh. Patience was a virtue of his, but he wasn't going to lie, Scorchstar had managed to get under his skin with all the talk of war. Turning to his leader, amber oculars studied how he efficiently coerced the topic to his liking, all without even batting an eye. At the latent comment and pointed glance, Bronzeclaw nodded firmly, offering up his complete agreement with Eveningstar's hesitation to not only begin a war, but destroy the dogs of the mud. Though the brawny deputy believed that they were indeed a slight threat, and not only that but needed to be dealt with, he couldn't put his entire heart behind ending their existence. Perhaps there was another way of getting rid of them without ruthless murder. The swarm of cats around them did little to break the male from his thoughts, his strategic mind going through many different scenarios, all of them ending badly. Just as he was about to become frustrated with his lack of a solution, his leader's charismatic voice broke through the haze. Thick mane bounced as a massive skull came up, a thin veil of confusion lifting from bronze eyes.
"I was only stalling, but I am glad I managed to diffuse what could have been an extremely precarious topic," He said, voice slightly surprised at the praise, "Thank you though, Eveningstar, your timing was perfect. I'm sorry I couldn't do more. I have much to learn." Finishing his short monologue, he gave the silvery hessian a grateful dip of the head, respect blatant in the gesture.

Nightfrost| 34 Moons| Female Jaguar (Melanistic)| Roseclan Warrior| Mentions: Moonpaw, Tidebreaker, Cliffwalker {Directly}

Inky black fur rippled as the stunning she-cat dipped her head in greeting to Cliffwalker, welcoming her clan-mate with a gentle and amused smile. She lowered her gaze to the over zealous apprentice, ears flicking with each question he threw into the air. There was no doubt in her mind that he was simply extremely curious. At his pondering of her species, Nightfrost gladly gave him the answer, albeit in a bit of a tall tale way.
"I am a jaguar, like Tidebreaker," After explaining that, she pooled her limbs onto the ground, laying down, gaze mischievous and non-threatening, "But a huge monster ate my spots, and that is why my fur is black." It was an obvious attempt to amuse the cub, and she offered both Cliffwalker and Tidebreaker a secretive smirk and a conspiratorial wink while the young white tiger wasn't looking.