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Post by ¿ emberflare ? on Jun 19, 2011 17:12:43 GMT -5
[bg=458178][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] The still air was wreathed with the sweet scent of new growth, filling the night with a calming aura. Emberflare breathed it in deeply, padding silently at the head of the ThunderClan delegation chosen to attend the Gathering tonight. He flicked his rusted ears backwards as the lull of conversation reached him, and was able to catch a bit about the prey. Ah, newleaf, the tom thought, sighing. It's nice to not have to worry about prey that much anymore...
But there's still Dawnstar's condition. A shadow on an otherwise perfect night, but then again, Emberflare wasn't about to disclose that to the other Clans. Pushing that matter to the back of his mind, the deputy increased the tempo of his steps as he reached the crest of the shallow hill that led into the clearing known as Fourtrees.
It looked magnificent in the moonlight. Four sturdy oaks stood tall and proud; the moon shone brightly in a star-studded velvet sky, gilding the edges of the new leaves with molten silver, and painting the landscape with a completely different palette of colors. The ThunderClan deputy cast a quick glance around, and saw that the hollow was eerily empty. He paused a moment more, then turned to speak to his Clanmates.
"Seems like we're the first to arrive," he meowed. "Well then, on my signal." The last word was barely out of his jaws as Emberflare flicked his russet ringed tail and began to trot towards the boulder in the center of the clearing. As he reached its base, he bunched up his hindquarters and pushed upwards, landing gracefully on the rough surface. Tonight, he would be standing in for Dawnstar, who unfortunately wasn't able to make it. He'd toyed with the idea of appointing a stand-in deputy, but decided against it, as it might make him look too ambitious. The ginger warrior found a comfortable groove in the rock, and settled down with his tail around his paws, waiting for the arrival of the other Clans.
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Post by coalfur on Jun 19, 2011 18:38:23 GMT -5
it was strange to think she'd come down this same path countless times before to get to fourtrees. the idea made her reflect on her past, recollecting the memories of her growth, and the different events that had been replayed again and again from the mouths of leaders. for starclans sake, coalfur remembered her very first gathering! and at that time, cedarstar had been leader of thunderclan, and there had just been an exciting border squabble with shadowclan... old habits die hard, they say. couldn't have sounded more true.
the pawsteps of her clanmates could be heard behind her, and she was aware that wrenshadow had been chosen to go tonight, along with fireblaze, lilysong and whiteheart... against the fact, she made certain to stick close to foxpaw. she didn't want her apprentice, ah... running off. she flashed him a look, her bright ocher gaze darkened by the night.
as she passed ferns and undergrowth behind emberflare, a tinge of anticipation gnawed at her belly. what would happen here, even under an ancient truce? nearing the sacred destination, scents of cats drifted to her nose, and the dark warrior sniffed for signs of freshness. they stopped a foxlength away, on the slope of a sharp ravine. when she couldn't distinguish anything recent in the atmosphere, emberflare voiced her surprise, Seems like we're the first to arrive, he meowed, Well then, on my signal.
waiting, he brandished his tail and they strode down to the vacant region. "come on over here, foxpaw," she beckoned foxpaw towards her, while aware of emberflare bunching up to the stone from the corner of her peripheral view. what this night would bring, starclan knew.
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Post by jasperkit on Jun 19, 2011 20:01:32 GMT -5
Jasperpaw could hardly contain his excitement. The large ginger tom was slinking his claws into the dirt and snatching them out in rapid succession. He stood beside Emberflare and glanced up at the deputy with hardened eyes. One day that would be him. Though he'd have to wait until his warrior ceremony before even considering the idea. He would be like his father. The late Emberstar. He hadn't talked to anyone about his father in quite some time. maybe some other apprentices at teh gathering would ask him about the noble leader. Did any of the other Clans know him? Jas couldn't help but wonder if Emberstar had had any enemies in the forest. If, by association, his sons and daughter would inherit them. The young cat heard Emberflare give the signal and had to contain himself from sprinting down to Fourtrees like a squirrel who's escaping his claws. Coalfur led Foxpaw down beside her and the deputy took his spot beside the massive trees. "When will the other Clans get here?" He asked the black she-ca,t his tail twitching nervously.
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Post by whitey on Jun 19, 2011 20:53:20 GMT -5
Pawsteps padded gently over fresh green grass as Whiteheart made her way to the gathering. She wasn't as old as a lot of the cats, but Whiteheart had been going to gatherings since she was an apprentice and had definitely seen her share of drama there. She had lost count of exactly how many she had gone too, but it was enough as to where she didn't remember a majority of them, unless they had something very important said in them. She padded behind the rest of the group, taking on the rear and her ears stayed perked the whole time, making sure that no enemy, whether another cat or something bigger, attacked them.
She was going to the gathering with Wrenshadow, Coalfur, Lillysong and Fireblaze along with a couple of apprentices. Whiteheart herself did not have an apprentice yet and she had been waiting for awhile to have one, She is always a little discouraged when she doesn't get one, though it gets better until the next time, when she looses a bit of courage again. As the cats in front of her stopped, Whiteheart did too. She took a look around to make sure, once more, that no one was there. Then the line moved and the she-cat stepped foreward and into fourtrees. They were the first time to arrive, which made Whiteheart fairly happy.
She walked forward to Coalfur and nodded at the she-cat. "There were no problems on the way over- I couldn't even scent a mouse" [/color] the she-cat mewled to the older one, who had walked right behind Emberflare on their way to fourtrees. "I hope it will be a peaceful gathering tonight, despite tensions" she said, nodding over at Foxpaw, whom she had not really noticed before. a7a092 is speaking[/size] [/justify][/div][/center]
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Post by ★Frostpaw ♂ on Jun 19, 2011 21:18:58 GMT -5
Being his first gathering, Frostpaw couldn't keep his paws from shaking as he trotted behind his clan. This was his chance to meet the other clans! He had never even seen another cat from another clan. Frostpaw was glad he wasn't the only ThunderClan apprentice here. Jasperpaw and Foxpaw were also present. Were they as nervous as he was? Maybe they were just better at hiding it. As Emberflare led the group of cats into the clearing, Frostpaw quickened his pace to keep up. No way would he be the last one to enter Fourtrees!
He saw Jasperpaw approach Coalfur and Foxpaw and went to join them. He didn't really know the ThunderClan warriors and wanted to be social. "Hi guys!" Frostpaw mewed excitedly, kneading his claws into the soft dirt. He hadn't talked to them much, but maybe now was the right time.
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Post by coalfur on Jun 19, 2011 21:52:53 GMT -5
The black she-cat scanned the trees warily; she wasn't one for childish terror, but she had heard countless elder tales of brawls involving enemies who would wait patiently until the sacred full moon to attack the Clans. The idea was unfeasible, realistically, because what foe would strike them now – for what reason to be precise? They would have to be ignorant of the Clans to strike at a Gathering. Even if just ThunderClan inhabited the hallowed clearing currently, no adversary would last one confrontation. Outsiders were forbidden, that was tradition.
The moment Jasperpaw’s feet touched the smooth, worn floor; he headed for Coalfur’s direction. Not that she minded much, she quite liked the presence of the apprentices around her. Their questions and voices made her feel like she had more of a purpose here other than to assess; to teach them and comfort them. After all, this was their first Gathering! She had to make sure they knew the do’s and don’ts. Her mentor had informed her at her first Gathering too, so it must have been something all the Clans did, like ritual. When will the other Clans get here? Jasperpaw meowed, and the older she-cat couldn’t blame him for being curious… it was rare for ThunderClan to be the first to arrive, as their camp was far beyond the dense forest, getting there before RiverClan or ShadowClan was almost unheard of.
Since she didn’t exactly know, she flicked the young ginger tom over the head with her grisly tail, “Soon, I hope,” she replied, her course voice a warm whisper, “And when they do get here, careful what you say.” If he revealed too much, as soon as the Gathering was over, any of that information could be used against them… it was a dangerous, dirty trick and it had been put to use many times in the past. Knowing Dawnstar had stayed back at camp, unwell, if they weren’t chary with their gossip, they could have more problems later than they needed…
Whiteheart joined their small cluster, her white fur showing against the darkness like a star; There were no problems on the way over- I couldn't even scent a mouse, I hope it will be a peaceful gathering tonight, despite tensions. It was a sincere hope, but at this, Coalfur snorted. “I would hope so, but you know ShadowClan… their filthy, illicit ways, if something happens out of the blue, don’t say I was surprised. I would not be,” she grumbled, her battle-nicked ears swiveling forwards at the sound of Frostpaw. Hi guys! He chirped, excitedly. “You kept up with the patrol very well, Frostpaw,” she purred. It was times like this she felt truly steadfast.
Just then, even with her dull, aged hearing, rustling was distinct along the ferns and weeds; speak of the devil, and he shall appear...
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Post by stripebird on Jun 19, 2011 23:04:55 GMT -5
The sun had long since fallen, its bright quintessence spent and consumed by the distant horizon. Eventually, all light died, leaving nothing but the faint glow of the full moon. It smoldered strangely, surrounded by all of Silverpelt up there in the vast flotilla of wonders, one would have connected concealment and Luna into one sentence; it reminded the WindClan cats that there was a Gathering waiting for them at Fourtrees, and their pawsteps sounded quietly over the windswept moorland. The patches of heather danced all around, but the flush of the galaxy was not strong enough to illuminate such foxtrot, there was only one defined pathway ahead of them, lit by their memory.
Shadows tumbled around them, the result of rocks and their own moving figures, assortments of browns and whites, even gingers. Maybe it was his imagination and hunger that fueled his awareness, that his patrol behind him was anxious and tense for what was to come – and what was to come was purely unpredicted. Some part of the leader had hardened; transformed from a mellow heat into a rigid, cold odium that was twice as hot as fire. Stripestar was not certain of his Clanmates feelings of course, but he knew, personally, he was fuming and his heart ached mournfully for the life of Greencloud that was stolen.
The tabby hadn’t been leader very long but he had known the monochrome warrior for many moons. It was his own choosing that the wise tom become WindClans deputy, and now look where that decision had gotten him… he knew better than to blame himself for the tragedy, and what good was it to take responsibility for his death in general?
He silently prayed that if StarClan could truly alter the lives of those amongst the forest, that they give mercy on the fate of Greencloud’s murderer, because Stripestar, albeit reasonable and open-minded, was a torrent, a surge of strength, to be feared, and once his gaze set upon the predator, the enemy, they would need every ounce of clemency from their ancestors to excuse them from a callous death: Stripestar would never release them from this, a vendetta; a contract signed by his own hand, justice would be served, if it was the last thing he ever did, it would be served.
The WindClan fleet halted above the dense ravine, the enormous trees that seemed to burst right out of the earth below them, sat superbly there, in all of their grandeur, their limbs told a thousand tales, more than even all of the Clan elders combined could remember or even know of.
His tail rose, checking the scents of the Clans present; when he tasted only ThunderClan on the edge of his tongue, his emerald moonstones glimmered darkly, shaded under his brow.
“Let’s go,” he murmured enigmatically, signalling to advance. His tall, lithe form glided effortlessly down into the heart of the brush, where the ferns and the open spans of the clearing greeted him.
Dipping his head firmly to the ThunderClan tom perched atop the stone, the swift tabby bunched up his muscles before joining him; the surface was cool underfoot; he waited, eager, for RiverClan and ShadowClan’s arrival. Something told him that after this past moons events, it would be a Gathering no cat would forget.
Head raised high, Stripestar assembled, his chest puffed out proudly, so that they would all know, WindClan was strong… he dared anyone to say otherwise.
The threat evident in his gaze.
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Post by elmfrost on Jun 20, 2011 5:38:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/ehaxxj.jpg]It was almost cliched, just how clear the night seemed, how the shadows bled across the long grass like ink against paper. The moon hovered somewhere overhead, but even in the silver light, the world was dark on so many different levels, right down to the souls of the felines moving silently across the moors much like the night moved around them. The deputy couldn't help but wonder if the other clans felt it, felt the difference in the air now that RiverClan had robbed them of one of their own, one of the strongest deputies WindClan had ever had. Part of him doubted it, no, most of him did, there was just a small speck left in his chest that believed those fish-scented pieces of dung even felt the pain when they lost one of their own.
Lifting his icy gaze from the dark soil, Elmfrost threw a glance toward the leader almost thoughtfully, taking in the ginger tom for a moment before glancing back across the rest of the patrol. If he'd come at any other time, he would have kept to the very back, his bulky frame towering over most of the lithe clan. But, despite the discomfort that first came with changing ranks, the pride in him wouldn't let the tom sink back into old routines. No, if he was going to do good by Stripestar, he needed to show it from the start, and that meant sticking to the tom's side. Dropping his head again, claws sinking into the ground as the soil grew damper, the tabby dragged himself from his thoughts to focus on the night ahead.
Stripestar had already covered what he wanted to do that night, and truthfully he shared the tom's anger at the other clan. What he would give to sink his teeth into another one of them. Feeling, more than seeing the landscape change around them, Elmfrost let out a long breath, coming to a halt within the ferns at the leader's side, his jaws parted to taste the newleaf air. ThunderClan. Oh joy. They were better than RiverClan at least. Keeping his face void of emotion, the deputy let his icy gaze sweep toward Cinderdust and Raggedpaw for a long moment as the leader spoke for what felt like the first time since their meeting.“Let’s go,” The simple murmur was enough to snap the tom firmly out of his own thoughts, his whole being at once focusing on doing his duty for his clan. If that was just standing by the leader at this stage, then that's what it was.
Despite his size, the bulky tom moved without hestiation, slipping after Stripestar gracefully as the clan made their way through the ferns and into the bright light of fourtrees. Despite the urge to take in the familiar beauty of the gathering place, the deputy focused on scanning the ThunderClan cats, hesitating momentarily to look back over his own patrol, instinct reminding him to check everyone had got there with them. Looking back toward the large rock, Elmfrost took a deep breath before slowly making his way toward it, tail flicking aimlessly behind him as he approached the foot of it, the simple knowledge of how tall the rock was enough to jolt a reminder into him that he wasn't just a warrior anymore, that he needed to get used to the position. Letting out a long breath, he seated himself at the base, glancing back toward the ThunderClan cats. WORD COUNT: five eight two TAGGED: everyone NOTES: n/a [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,399,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] |
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Post by C!NDERDUST on Jun 20, 2011 7:17:11 GMT -5
Instinct kicked in as soon as the gathering patrol left the safety of the camp, to wander the moors until they reached the place where all Clan cats joined when the moon reached its peak, its maximum, in the cloudy sky. Stars twinkled, but even their tiny beams didn't help the cats find their way. Stripestar did that just fine, following by memory, by endless hours of training in this territory, these moors. They were born and raised there. Their parents and their parents before them had walked these moors. It was instinct. They knew where to go.
Cinderdust kept a tailength behind her leader and friend, his faded tabby pelt glinting with silver in the light of the sky. She was nothing but relaxed and prepared, but there was a caution in her eyes that she kept carefully concealed by curiosity. Cats would talk at the Gathering. There would be vicious words spoken, but hopefully no blows exchanged. It was a time of peace, these Gatherings - surely no cat would be foolish enough to break the century old truce.
Ahead of her, the broad shouldered tom powered on across the rocky landcsape, thrown into shadow by jutting rocks just as soon as he was thrown into view by a flash of light from the moon. It was a dappled picture, constantly moving, changing, and the flickering hurt her minty eyes. She closed them for a moment, reveling in the high levels of emotion that radiated from the patrol. Anger, pain, sadness, confusion, passion, hatred, and most of all, fury. She could feel it, streaming back and knocking her right in the nose. Her eyes slid open, and she carefully examined Stripestar, what she could see of him. His shoulders were tense, as was his gait, and rushed, hurried step that, although even and long, was full of nervous energy. Cinderdust exhaled silently, begging her leader not to be harsh, to be just, fair, and reasonable, most of all. It was quite alright to see things from his Clan's point of view. But he could not let that cloud his judgement.
The WindClan patrol slowed to a pause at the tip of the ravine, their silhouettes among the trees hidden by a sudden cloud that drifted, ever so slightly, across the silvery moon. Cinderdust shivered in anticipation as a sudden chill fell upon the group, and they remained silent as Stripestar assessed the assembled cats, his pelt prickling. The scent told her it was ThunderClan, and her leader visibly relaxed, although he remained tall, chest pushed forward.
"Let's go."
[/color] The call gave the signal, and cats flowed down the hillside to enter the clearing, merging effortlessly with the present ThunderClanners. As she followed more slowly, the sleek gray medicine cat dipped her head to this cat, smiled at another, and trotted carefully towards Fadedstorm, desperate for a little positive energy. "Hello, friend,"[/color] she murmured, settling down and wrapping her tail around her paws, her eyes never leaving that proud tabby tom perched on top of the High Rock. Elmfrost was settled beneath him, his own gaze shifting among the cats, his shoulders back, but his spine tense. This would not end well. Pushing aside that nagging notion, Cinderdust smiled at her fellow medicine cat. "How are you tonight?"[/color] lyrics: elizabeth & the catapults coding: smalleh [/div][/center]
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Post by griffinkit on Jun 20, 2011 10:06:10 GMT -5
THE TRICK IS TO KEEP BREATHING [/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] Griffinflight strayed behind WindClan's patrol as much as he could without getting lost. Never the adventurous one, he'd maybe come here one or twice during apprenticehood. That all seemed so long ago. But it was never at a Gathering. Nobody noticed how nervous he was, how he deliberately trailed back so they couldn't tell and it was so lucky cats had fur; his skin burned in his embarrassment. What exactly should he do? How should he behave? Stripestar was obviously livid with RiverClan. Did that mean the tabby tom had to behave coolly to any RiverClan cat who approached him? He had no qualms toward them! But with his Clan watching... Guilt still settled in his belly at the thought of not being there with his Clan at the battle. But what if my mother, sister and brother had been there? he thought. Oh, he didn't think he could have gone through in hurting them or watching them be hurt.
When the moorland left the patrol, the young warrior cringed being enclosed by high canopies scarce with light. It got harder to breathe. Every breath he took became ragged; the heavy warmth tickled his throat. How were ThunderClan able to see their ancestors through this heavy frolic? It didn't matter right now. Stripestar paused at the ravine. The warrior skidded to a halt. Being back of the patrol he could not see anything. Griffinflight tasted the air, only smelling ThunderClan cats. The night was still young. Two other Clans were not late. "Let's go" his leader flicked his tail, issuing the command to, well, move forward. Elmfrost and Cinderdust charged after their leader. Stripestar and Elmfrost made immediately for the Great Rock, Cinderdust for the other medicine cats. Griffinflight stood there for a movement, then crept closer to the edge. This was his first Gathering and he wanted to take it all in. He was very glad the canopy opened to this little clearing. A nice breeze wafted toward him. With a pang of homesickness, the tabby was reminded of the moors. It was stupid; this was for one night. He'd be back to WindClan. Though for somebody who didn't go beyond his own territory that much it was heartbreaking.
Right, let's go as Stripestar said.
He didn't want to look stupid standing at the top of the ravine.
Griffinflight carefully made his way down, skidding in some places but this went unnoticed. Everybody was too focused on whatever was going on. When he reached the bottom, hazel eyes looked about desperately. Now what? He didn't know anybody as well as he liked to. A few ThunderClan cats were chatting, keeping to themselves. He dared not approach them. Looking to Cinderdust he saw she was making conversation with Fadedstorm, the ThunderClan medicine cat. Elmfrost was so far alone. Most likely waiting for the other deputies to arrive. The tabby looked to the ground as he made his way to get a good front row seat. He might as well look available if somebody decided to talk to him. Though what good did a relatively unknown cat, looking dejected and alone amongst his own Clan appear a good conversation?
[/size][/font][/justify] ___________________________________________ OOC: FIRST GATHERINNNNG! TAGGED: anybody and everybody MUSE: 528 words SETTING: fourtrees of course!
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Post by fireblaze on Jun 20, 2011 11:29:25 GMT -5
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An orange tom followed his deputy silently, his striped tail flicking behind him. Yellow eyes scan the clearing below, scenting the air,realizing they were the first clan there. Noticing Emberflare's signal, he followed the rest of the clan in, slowing when he reached the edge. Watching as the three apprentices and Coalfur, he smiled before padding after them. "Good morning, Coalfur," |
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Post by Hawkstar on Jun 20, 2011 12:48:35 GMT -5
Like shadows they had drifted through the marshes, and beyond that, the ThunderPath. They crossed the treacherous way with little issue; most of the monsters seemed to be asleep at this hour. After that it was into the forests of ThunderClan; the breeze pushed and tugged at the trees, making them appear momentarily animated under the light of the full moon. The bengal tom then plunged down into the ferns without the slightest breadth of hesitation, only twitching his ears as he was momentarily assaulted by sights and smells that brought back dark memories of blood and battle. He and his Clanmates had a Gathering to attend, and no cat, not even Dawnstar, would hinder their lonesome passage through the moonlit night.
Not that he expected them to. The right to travel to that oaken hollow was one granted to all the Clans, even in times of conflict. And now as his paws travelled through the tall grasses of the forest floor rather than the moist earth of his home marshes, Hawkstar began to feel a rising sense of trepidation that this particular Gathering would be one to remember.
Behind him was a single file line consisting of a small but formidable band of his Clanmates. His deputy, Nightfrost. His medicine cat, Brittlebreeze. Then some of his warriors: Reedfisher, Coldfire, Whisperwing, and Purpleheart. Dispersed among them were two apprentices, Pepperpaw and Emberpaw.
A fine group of cats.
It seemed almost too quick that Hawkstar found his forepaws at the edge of the hollow, with the four great oaks, now heavy with leaves, sweeping out on all sides. The ShadowClan leader glanced at them briefly, never ceasing to be amazed by their bulk, before turning his attention downwards and into the clearing itself. As he heard his Clanmates catching up with him from behind, Hawkstar raised his tail straight into the air -- a signal to stop. Then he pointed his tail downwards, and performed a momentary sweeping motion -- Spread out. When the time came, they would enter the hollow side by side.
The bengal tom then inhaled, and instantly registered the presence of ThunderClan and WindClan in the growing crowd of cats below. It seemed that they were the third party to arrive. Good. Hawkstar never liked to be the first nor the last. In between was suitable. He then glanced on either side of him, once again taking in the sight of his Clanmates, before suddenly shooting his tail upwards and kinking it over his back -- Let’s go.
With a plunge they descended the small incline and slipped into the hollow. Moving forward with care, Hawkstar looked around him in search of familiar faces, and instantly registered two forms atop the Great Rock -- his soon to be destination. The lithe, beige shape could only be Stripestar, but Hawkstar was surprised to realize that it was not Dawnstar beside him. It was Emberflare, her deputy. Deciding he would attend to that later, Hawkstar turned his attention towards the group of cats. Out of the ThunderClan patrol, he only recognized a single face. Coalfur. The senior warrior was one he had seen before, though he had never spoken to her. Her scarred fur spoke of many battles, and a lot of experience.
A moment later he saw Elmfrost and Cinderdust, and Hawkstar nodded to each of them in turn. He then looked around, doing a quick scan. Where was Greencloud? Surely WindClan’s deputy had attended the Gathering. Hawkstar momentarily considered asking Cinderdust of his whereabouts, but the decided that it could wait. Stripestar would speak for WindClan tonight.
After offering nods of greeting to the WindClan cats, Hawkstar turned, nodded to his own cats, and then strode over to the Great Rock. In a single bound he was atop it, coming to a stop near the edge. His large form balanced itself out easily, tail erect for both steadiness and greeting. He inclined his head towards the other two toms. “Stripestar,” he mewed simply. He then turned to the ThunderClan deputy. “Emberflare...” He let the name hang for a moment, his silent question there at the tail end of it. Where is Dawnstar? He looked at the orange tom for a moment longer before looking away and settling into a slight dip in the rock. He turned his blue eyes outward.
His questions could wait.
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Post by whitey on Jun 20, 2011 14:24:54 GMT -5
As Frostpaw walked over to join their group, Whiteheart gave the apprentice a nod in acknowledgement. She had really hoped herself to receive the cat as an apprentice, as he faced the same problem as her with their pretty white coats- it left most seasons besides leafbare with tough hunting. It was hard in a forest filled with hues of brown, red and green for such a cat to stay hidden and Whiteheart found it a bit admirable that she still managed to pull a good amount of prey in during the other seasons.
When Coalfur acknowledged Whiteheart's statements, the she-cat nodded. "I know exactly what your talking about- they always seem to get lucky with their warriors, though- they may be dirty but their warriors seem strong. I mean have you seen that one tom, Runningwolf is his name, I believe. He's easily the size of a dog" [/color] Whiteheart stated to her companion. .Soon after, Windclan made their entrance and Fireblaze walked over to them. "I'll go with you, Fireblaze- always nice to meet some new cats"[/color] Whiteheart mewled softly. Soon after, the Shadowclan leader entered and Whiteheart had to stop herself from glaring at the tom. 'The sooner he gets out of my site the better"' Whiteheart thought to herself before waiting for Fireblaze to go greet some of the Windclanners. a7a092 is speaking[/size] [/justify][/div][/center]
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Post by spruce on Jun 20, 2011 14:53:54 GMT -5
It was odd for Sprucefeather to feel nervous tonight , of all nights. It being the gathering and all, but that wasn't the reason of her nervousness. As she followed the patrol toward Fourtrees, she thought about what would happen tonight. RiverClan would be so close to them, Stripestar would attack them if there wasn't a truce, wouldn't he? The small she-cat halted with the rest of the patrol before Stripestar gave them his word to go. They were the second to arrive, with ThunderClan being the first ones to pick seats. She didn't mind those woodsy climbers, but she still didn't understand how they could live among trees and brush. It didn't feel as if it was open enough to feel the breeze as one could feel on the moorland when chasing for rabbits or patrolling.
Her dark orange gaze wandered among the rest of the cat that were already in the clearing. many were talking to their own instead of finding friends among the other clan to talk to. She saw Griffinflight standing there alone as if he was a lost kit unaware of what to do. She decided to carry herself over to him so he wouldn't look out of place. Though she had no idea what to say to a cat of her own clan besides where were ShadowClan and RiverClan? "So who do you think will arrive first, Griffinflight. ShadowClan or RiverClan?" the small she-cat mewed as she watched both entrances to ShadowClan and to RiverClan. Only a few moments later her own question was answered. ShadowClan came first. She watched the as the bengal leader made his way towards the rock that Stripestar and Emberflare were already sitting on.
Now it left the question of how long would it be before RiverClan finally joined them. Surely Swishstar couldn't be this late. Something must have came up couldn't it, then again, those fish brains are probably too injured and sore to make their way to Fourtrees,
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Post by 0nightfrost0 on Jun 20, 2011 15:00:50 GMT -5
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Deep amber gaze blinked slowly, scanning the familiar path to Fourtrees; sticking closest to ShadowClan's leader, dark gray tail flicked.
Gatherings. Feh.
Normally, the monochrome-furred she-cat wouldn't mind them. They were very peaceful, usually, giving her the time she needed to not necessarily unwind but enjoy herself. The Clans would be under a truce, and there normally wasn't any major tension. But tonight. Well, one could say she already wasn't in the best of moods.
Nightfrost had been cooped up in the medicine cat's den for a good while, healing from her massive wounds on her side. They nearly took her life, after all, and she tended to be angry that she was bested by a ThunderClanner. Hmph, those self-righteous rats are starting to get on my nerves. Her lip twitched in agitation.
Ambling a tad behind her leader, to give him plenty of personal space, they entered into the clearing, the scents of WindClan and ThunderClan powerful on her scent glands. Her jaw tightened.
Blinking slowly, her anger left her and she went blank, emotionless. Cold. Gaze scanning over to ThunderClan, she gave a curt nod, before turning to WindClan and actually dipping her cranium to them. The tension was thick, and the fur along her shoulders was beginning to raise, barely but visible. She suppressed a scoff; this was going to be such a fun night..
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