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Post by Wrenshadow on Jun 20, 2011 16:50:51 GMT -5
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The moon hung poignantly in the fragrant air. Wrenshadow kept pace with his clanmates as they filed into the clearing that was surrounded by numerous treets. Above the treetops, the silver moon could still be easily seen. It washed its metallic light into the clearing, illuminating his way. The ThunderClan warrior slowed his pace and then sat down as Emberflare leaped atop of a branch. The ThunderClan deputy was standing in for Dawnstar tonight, although Wrenshadow didn't know the real reason. He just hoped that his leader was alright - because, to him, ThunderClan would never be the same without his leader directing them. He had spent the majority of his life with her as leader, and it just felt so.. foreign to him if she were to ever not be leader anymore. Wrenshadow could hardly fathom it.
He curled his tail around his paws and glanced around, waiting for the other clans to make their entrance. This would be his first gathering as a warrior. He had only been made into a warrior two moons ago, and it was hard to now know that he was Wrenshadow instead of Wrenpaw. The name hadn't grown on him just yet, but he cherished it because it was in honor of his deceased father, Shadowflight. And to be named after him - out of all the cats - was truly an honor. Wrenshadow shifted slightly, his ears swiveling when he heard the bushes on the other side of the clearing rustle violently. He turned his head, eyes narrowing when he saw Stripestar and the other WindClan cats emerge. And then, shortly after, the ShadowClan cats made their way in as well. Wrenshadow remained silently, averting his gaze. All around him, cats mingled with others but he did not take part in it. He was just anxious for the gathering to start.
ooc/ i'm lazy and my laptop is being stubborn so i'm just stopping right there. anybody can talk to him!
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Post by brittlebreeze ♠ on Jun 20, 2011 18:01:28 GMT -5
No matter what his Clanmates were feeling, Brittlebreeze was nothing short of excitement… spending a whole moon treating the injured and ill was not his idea of fun (duty called, however), although Howlingheart’s kitting deemed enriching. Tonight was like a break, a chance to relax in the comfort of other Medicine cats, toms and she-cats that under their own means were marching along the same path he was, a trail that most were forbidden to tread. He used to be bitter about it; it was hard to leave behind a life you had grown so used to, and that included everyone who had ever endured the alteration. And had it been any other hours of darkness, a different night, the Medicine cat probably would have let himself be pulled in by the same anguish, remembering that he had lost more than just his warriorship…
Aspenpaw was to stay behind at camp this time, his thoughts adjusted squarely, but the ginger and white tom promised his apprentice he would get another chance next full moon. StarClan knew that the little tom was more than dejected to miss going to Fourtrees for the first time; for sake, Brittlebreeze could see the anticipation practically pouring right out of Pepperpaw and Emberpaw! The only reason he’d made the tabby tom stay was to look after Ravenpelt and the three new kits. Unexpected surprises were not uncommon to pop up while cats were gone away, be it to a Gathering or a patrol, and Brittlebreeze found the entire ordeal easier to handle by being careful… better safe than sorry, he always said.
The marshland would have been quiet if it were any other season but Green-leaf; frogs croaked, and crickets chirped, the moisture on the leaves and unyielding branches of the pines dribbled throughout the night. Their compact canopies blocking out majority of the moon; if it had been any less potent by glow, ShadowClan could have missed it from the shadows of their territory. A faint breeze bellowed, like fingers of sacred angels tickling his fur, running along his sides in tantalizing strokes – he knew, no matter where he went, StarClan went with him. It was just a feeling, a sense of fundamental nature, as though their beautiful, sparkling specter’s guided him, invisible only to the eye.
When the ground became more rocky and tough, Brittlebreeze recognized the feeling of the terrain; after a moment, he concluded their location, they were just atop the rift that lead into the hollow. Directed by moonlight, the Medicine cat stopped at Hawkstars signal; he could tell the Bengal leader was relieved at the aroma’s already present. ThunderClan and WindClan – they were not the last to show. As soon as Hawkstar swept his tail, Brittlebreeze positioned himself alongside his leader and friend; then he slipped casually onwards, his spotted white and carrot coat shifting in the gloom.
The moment he broke into the clearing, his icy gaze was searching for the other Medicine cats, and the only Medicine cat he was familiar with was Cinderdust. When he spotted her next to a light tabby, he advanced eagerly. Whoever the ThunderClan tom was, it certainly wasn’t Reedmist, that was for sure… well, where was he? And who was this cat? “Cinderdust,” he meowed warmly, touching his wet, pink nose to hers in greeting; settling down to a sit, his long tail wrapped gently around himself, the tip tickling the very front of his paws.
Unable to push aside the nagging interest, he turned to Fadedstorm. He was expected to say something, he figured, but all he really wanted to do was stare. Reedmist had been ThunderClan’s Medicine cat for countless moons, probably since before Brittlebreeze had been born; he had treated cats after the border fight with ShadowClan recently, and they shared a genuine friendship between two StarClan tyro’s. Objectively, he couldn’t help but feel this other tom an imposter…
He smelled of ThunderClan, sure enough, but he was no Cloverpaw, or Reedmist… Leaning around Cinderdust’s gray form, he flicked his ears forwards. “Where’s Reedmist? He busy back at camp, no?” He asked suddenly, his tone peculiar.
All the while he was ignorant of the tensions in the air and the cats who mingled into each other. He saw Hawkstar join Emberflare – for whatever reason he was representing ThunderClan – and a pale tabby tom he’d never seen before atop the Great Rock, but the rest escaped his relevance. As soon as RiverClan showed, Brittlebreeze figured that the Gathering would quiet and news would transpire. He might as well get his questions out fast. A flicker of haste flashed across his frosty moonstones, and he tipped his head even deeper, on tenterhooks for an answer. It didn’t appeal to many others, that fact was evident, but to Brittlebreeze he was wholeheartedly engrossed in his own interrogation.
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Post by pepperpaw on Jun 20, 2011 18:12:13 GMT -5
pepperpaw !! The black she-cat made a mad dash into the clearing as soon as Hawkstar permitted it. She did not take in the faces around her, only focusing on one thing; it was her first Gathering. She was young. And she had been chosen to go ahead of all the older apprentices. This was her vanity speaking. Emberpaw was there of course, but she didn't speak to Emberpaw. It would have been excellent if Nettlepaw came, or her mentor. But he hadn't been chosen. So she knew nobody. Pepperpaw rarely talked to other cats within he own Clan. No, no, no. This wasn't true. She talked plenty, though making friends was a weak spot. No one could tell the little she-cat she was thoroughly annoying. If they did, it bounced off her. Like sarcasm. "Hello! Hi!" she bounced over to a group of ThunderClan cats, swerving out of the way as a bracken colored tom moved toward a WindClan warrior. Pepperpaw did not want to remain with her Clan if Smallclaw wasn't going to be here. He watched her like a hawk, always impatient and never smiling - at least with her failed antics. This was a good chance to talk to the the Clans without worrying about her mentor. Turning her amber eyes on each cat in turn, she took in two she-cats and two toms. The oldest one was vivid black, ugly looking scars across her pelt. The ShadowClan apprentice shivered. Those must have hurt. Without waiting for an invitation she sat down, beaming at the four cats. "I'm Pepperpaw of ShadowClan. Who're all you?"
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griffinflight !! He became momentarily startled as a cat approached him, forgetting not moments ago he was open to socializing. Griffinflight opened his mouth stupidly at the other warrior. Mainly he was looking for a name. He didn't know any ThunderClan cats, and he found this embarrassing. What if the other cat knew him? He wasn't a helpless apprentice anymore - he should know who these warriors were! But it was his first Gathering and WindClan barely had any trouble with the forest dwelling Clan. He should learn to relax. "Oh. H-hello" he began, forcing his voice void of any stammering. "I hope ThunderClan has had good hunting." he offered a polite ordinary conversational piece to the bracken colored tabby. Hopefully the other tom would see this as not trying to pry information out of him. Griffinflight remained oblivious to the cares and conflicts between Clans. If everybody was safe, no deaths to report, it was a fine day.
Oh no a sickening emotion swelled. Greencloud. He also hoped nobody would pester him about the old deputy's death. Stripestar would announce it. Besides, he didn't even know how Greencloud died. In battle, yes, but how? Who killed him?
"So who do you think will arrive first, Griffinflight. ShadowClan or RiverClan?" he gave a jolt as another cat came to join the conversation. This time it was his own Clanmate, Sprucefeather. He was going to declare he didn't know when ShadowClan showed up, headed by Hawkstar. He recalled faintly when Hawkstar was deputy. Icestar leader before him. It'd been young in his kithood. So many things had changed. New leaders, new deputies and new medicine cats. "So, uh. I guess RiverClan is late?" he stated the obvious. "I wonder what happens if one Clan doesn't show. Has that ever happened?" The tabby didn't think StarClan would approve such a Gathering.
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Post by smokey on Jun 20, 2011 19:41:52 GMT -5
This was the night to be remembered by all of the clans of the forest. RiverClan had a new leader and deputy. Smokestar was nervous, not because if being the gathering night, but because he was never made deputy of RiverClan and was sent straight to being leader of it. The other clans would want an explantion but was he truly willing to tell them the truth? That Swishstar had passed and Silvercreek stepped down inside of rising up as leader. His stomach was scratching for answers, he held the secret that every WindClan cat wanted to know and only he bared it. Who the exact murdered of Greencloud was. Him. He truly was his father's son. Murderous and keeping it a secret of his dirty deed. Rockjaw would be proud of him, but Smokestar is proud of anything. He took a life for what cause? A simple border fight that could have easily been avoided.
Smokestar waited until the gathering patrol was ready to leave. He surely hoped that they were the last to arrive. He didn't want to have the staring eyes of every cat at him wondering why he was up there with the leaders and not Silvercreek. As it was he was nervous and uncertain of what may happen tonight. Once the patrol was ready he was off, traveling across the twoleg bridge toward Fourtrees. As Fourtrees came closer the gray tom could smell that ThunderClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan were already there. Making RiverClan the last to arrive. 'Here goes nothing', he whispered to himself as he signaled for his patrol to follow his lead.
The scars above his eyes were visible to all to see. To see what Stripestar had done to him during the border fight. If he didn't know any better every cat could smell his fear scent, he would have chickened out and gave the reigns to Feathertail to lead the patrol to the Gathering to take his place. As it was he was still healing from the border fight. His shoulder was still a wreck so he walked with a small limp, the fur above his eyes weren't able to cover his huge scar that went across his forehead. He was instructed to not scratch it at all or else he would be getting blood in his eyes blinding him once more as it did during the fight.
Smokestar walked through the opening to Fourtrees with his patrol behind him. He watched as everyone started to stare while still talking among themselves as they had waited for RiverClan to arrive. The gray tom made his way towards the Great Rock. He was afraid he would give his shoulder more damage while trying to jump up. Once he did he nodded to Emberflare and Hawkstar, and then a half nod to Stripestar.
His pretty green eyes gave nothing away.
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Post by SORRELpaw! on Jun 20, 2011 20:18:44 GMT -5
the young apprentice followed the best she could, running in a poor attempt to keep up with the warriors. she was one of the last to enter the clearing; slowing, she stared in awe up at the great trees, trees that could crush her with merely a limb. a sudden bout of nausea and vertigo overtook her, forcing her to duck her head between her forelegs, standing there like a lost kitten - which she was, having been an apprentice since that battle. glancing back up from her white paws, her golden eyes wide, she saw that not many cats were there. her own clanmates - stripestar, elmfrost, cinderdust, raggedpaw, sprucefeather, griffinflight, moosecreek, kiteclaw, shypaw - and ten unfamiliar cats were present. frowning she sat alone, watching with interest as more cats slowly arrived, the scents becoming more and more familiar. the small tabby could see what looked like a warrior and three apprentices conversing - thunderclan. and more and more were arriving - how did all of them fit?
feeling sick and awfully alone, sorrelpaw slunk toward the edge of the clearing, settling down to watch.
ooc: still trying to get a feel for this. @@;
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Post by ember2 on Jun 20, 2011 21:22:42 GMT -5
emberpaw I have no power of this, you know I'm afraid, the walls I built are crumbling The water is moving The full moon shimmered gallantly in the pale black night, creating an eerie silver light throughout the forest. As the group of cats padded silently through the forest, Emberpaw stared down at his paws, lost in thought about a certain ThunderClan she-cat. His bright green eyes glowed with love and happiness, and the ginger tom hoped that Lilysong would be attending the Gathering as well. He hadn't met up with the pale feline in a while. the hostility between their Clans was becoming an issue with their regular meetings, and Gatherings were probably the only way they would be able to see each other now.
Suddenly, the cat in front of Emberpaw halted, and the flame coloured tom realized with a jolt that they were already at the hallow. Next to him, Pepperpaw seemed to be overflowing with uncontrollable excitement. Green orbs filled with a thingyy pride, and his fluffy tail was raised. This was now his second Gathering as an apprentice, and now he was closer to being a warrior. Emberpaw now had much more hunting and fighting skills, and his build was bigger now, lined with hardening muscles that rippled beneath a shimmering pelt.
The moment Hawkstar gave the signal to enter, Emberpaw glided into the familiar territory, striding elegantly on his toes. With a raised tail, slightly puffed out chest, and a gleam in his sparkling orbs, the apprentice waited for someone to talk to. I am slipping away Words: 240 Tag: Anyone who wants to talk to him :D Notes: blaaagh Credit: STALK ME REDNECK! for the lovely template.
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Post by ! R E E D F i S H E R on Jun 20, 2011 22:41:04 GMT -5
As the moon slid behind a wispy cloud, shrouding its delicate glow in mist, ShadowClan fell into step behind its leader. The cats flowed as one between the marshy lands they called home, instinct taking the lead as their eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounded them. One such cat stood out from the rest. Not in appearance, but rather in attitude. Reedfisher was known for his gangly legs and easy, ambling gait. It was no different that night, despite the tension that emitted from his Clanmates. Being an easygoing tom, he was quite content that evening. He had made a fine catch of prey earlier, and had spoken to some witty apprentices, amazing them with a somewhat exaggerated battle story of which he was the hero. Quite a good day, in his opinion.
Now, however, he was supposed to be serious. How well that would turn out was yet to be determined, but Reedfisher was good at pretending. From his spot just to Hawkstar's left and back a tailength, the senior warrior could see that they were approaching the clearing where the four huge oaks towered above the assembled cats he knew were already there. He zoned out for a moment as his Clanmembers spread out, gazing down through the trees to where the other Clans were awaiting their arrival. For a moment Reedfisher imagined they were the last to arrive - what an entrance they could make! But unfortunately, their scent only added to the two others that were already present. As he pushed the prickle of disappointment away, Reedfisher loped down the hillside towards the cats, making sure to keep on eye on Hawkstar for any sudden signals. But there were none.
Free to mingle, the handsome tabby tom wandered among the crowd, stopping here and there to say hello and flash one of his infamous smiles at a lucky bystander. Charm was wonderful - it really was. It could get you almost anywhere, anything, anyone. His electric gaze caught upon the disapproving eye of the pretty WindClan medicine cat. He held it for a moment, long enough to make her eyebrows raise, but not quite long enough for any sarcastic comments to be exchanged. Pity, Reedfisher thought to himself, turning away to scan the crowd for his apprentice. She looked like she could have held her own against me.
"There you are, Emberpaw," His broad shoulders pushed easily through the cats until his paws stopped in front of the fiery apprentice, who was scanning the clearing eagerly. Perhaps waiting for a she-cat? Disappointment clouded the young tom's eyes as they fell upon Reedfisher, and the older warrior couldn't help but feel miffed. "Don't be so enthusiastic to see me, bud, the other cats are starting to stare." In a moment, though, all was forgotten and forgiven, and Reedfisher nudged his apprentice forward towards the front of the crowd so that they would have an undisturbed view of the Gathering. "Whoever she is, you can find her later. Now's the time to pay attention and be a good little apprentice."
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Post by purplestripe93 on Jun 20, 2011 23:15:17 GMT -5
The trek to Fourtrees was easy enough for Purpleheart to make on her own without much help, but she seemed flexible enough to keep moving despite her injuries from being catnapped from Shadowclan by Deathclaw. After the first day on her own, she didn't know where Deathclaw had gone off to and wondered if she would die from her injuries or be found while she out of it, waiting for Starclan to come for her. She had slowed down to wait for Hawkstar's signal to move to Fourtrees. She figured they were the last to make it to the Gathering. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been at one, but she thoroughly enjoyed them. Though it seemed rather tense when she came into the views of the other clans, Thunderclan and Windclan waiting patiently. Riverclan had yet to arrive yet. So Shadowclan wasn't the last clan to arrive.
Walking away from her clanmates she looked to see who was there. She didn't think she knew anyone here other than her own clan. She saw her own clanmates Reedfisher talking with Emberpaw and Pepperpaw walk into a group of Thunderclan cats. She clearly missed a lot from her experience of being the barn near Windclan territory for so long. She felt lost at what her clan had experienced, especially of this border fight they had with Thunderclan. She could have used some of the action of helping her clan out, but she wasn't there to help them, but lying in her own mess trying to stay alive with the best she could muster up.
She found herself near her clanmate Reedfisher and Emberpaw. "Reedfisher. What exactly happened between Thunderclan and Shadowclan?" she mewed to him softly trying not to look like a fool amongst all of the cats from the clans for not knowing what happened in her own clan. Purpleheart felt uneasy here only because she wasn't exactly one to trust others of a different clan after what happened with Deathclaw taking her to that barn near Windclan territory. She felt comfortable around her whole clanmates only because she knew they were there for her and wouldn't harm her. Here at Fourtrees made her feel uneasy, but eager to see if she could meet others to talk to the next time she came to a Gathering, but it would be a bit more friendlier if she knew others outside of the clan to talk to about things and not just her own clanmates. Sitting near the front she looked around her to see who else was here and if Riverclan would show up before dawn came.
Lyrics: What You Mean To Me by Sterling Knight Location; FourTrees Starring; All the Clans Words; 441 Notes; 4d3541 - talking
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Post by coalfur on Jun 21, 2011 0:25:05 GMT -5
Just then, scents of WindClan flooded the clearing and lean, fleet-footed cats broke from the shadowy brush, mingling with the ThunderClan bodies. Amused, Coalfur glanced at Jasperpaw, satisfied that her answer had been, overall, correct. Tail sweeping around Foxpaw, she felt the urge to seize and hold him closer, protective and apprehensive that he meet the wrong cat. Interrupting her fulfillment and hesitance, Fireblaze commented on the company around her; she snorted, uninterested in return. The only reason they were crowding around her was because she was easily the eldest of the patrol. Or so she figured, what else could she be so useful for but her consoling presence? She was like an antique.
It only took a moment for Whiteheart to reply, and once more, the grisly she-cat’s ocher gaze averted to set on the pale warrior; their almond shapes narrowed in the slightest.
I know exactly what you’re 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.
No, not really. “Key word, seem,” her intonation practically dripping with cynicism, “Bigger the head, the smaller the brain, they say.” She thought so, at least. ShadowClan may have had a bulky bunch, but that did not mean that they outsmarted their adversaries. In fact, far from – physical brawl meant little to nothing if the one in control had no clue how to use it! As soon as Whiteheart slipped away with Fireblaze, ShadowClan entered Fourtrees, followed by a considerably late RiverClan… the cat whom was not the cat she had expected to be leading their patrol; and what was that? A fresh wound tracing his forehead?
This piqued her interest.
Furthermore, she shifted, too distracted by both the familiar and unfamiliar faces pouring into the vicinity to keep her bearings on her apprentice. Some of these individuals she knew, such as Nightfrost, Purpleheart and Reedfisher… then again, figures she would recognize enough of the ShadowClanners; StarClan forbid some of them had felt the fury of her claws up front in battle! And… oh, she spotted Elmfrost, difficult to do so when he was positioned in a place Coalfur had not anticipated at first. Where was Greencloud?
All of these questions! Where were the answers? Impatience pricked her plump paws, filled her belly like warm, mother’s milk.
I'm Pepperpaw of ShadowClan. Who're all you? An energetic she-cat meowed out of the blue, her voice was rapturous and frenzied; presumably meaning this was her first Gathering. Nodding curtly, Coalfur purred as equally elated as she could manage (albeit her lack of appeal for a stranger). “Oh, uhm… I’m Coalfur of ThunderClan, and this,” she nudged the small ginger tom beside her, “is my apprentice, Foxpaw.” Here, watch after him for me? She said nothing else, hoping Pepperpaw got the hint. All the while she had drawn a few paces away, leaving the three alone where they could blather the life out of each other. That seemed a very apprentice-like thing to do.
She found her attention drawn to the seriousness of the Gathering, and weaving through the throng of cats, she took a seat, waiting.
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Post by Shypaw on Jun 21, 2011 12:40:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]MOON'S IS AWAKE NOW, WITH EYES WIDE OPEN The night lay upon the forest and the stars of Sliverpelt shed their frosty glitter over fourtrees. Shypaw, near the back of the group, could only just see the tops of the four great oak trees that gave the clearing its name, but she could hear the sounds of many cats, and the breeze brought to the mingled scents of ThunderClan and WindClan. She was so busy admiring the great oaks that she lingered too far behind the group, her paws scrambled to cat up with the group. Despite being in WindClan she believed none of this cats knew her personally, I bet they was just as surprised with when her named was mewed out to join the patrol gathering to Fourtrees. Crouching in the undergrowth, she watched looking for any cat that was familiar to her clan; she was overwhelmed by all the strangers and scents, catching the light brown, gray, and white tabby coat of Sorrelpaw, she crept along behind the group settling there on the other skirts giving Sorrelpaw space, but just enough to give her come company as she started to feeling very unlucky at not have a mentor to stay close to. Thought so quiet and reserved her whole body quivered with excitement at the prospect of her first gathering as she eagerly waited for the gathering to start finally catching the scent of ShadowClan as they entered Fourtrees, a bulky bunch she had to say, she prayed to StarClan that she never have to met ShadowClan in battle. in turn they was followed by a late RiverClan. She perched up a little that was it right? The gathering would start, yes? She knitted her paws in the soft earth, wrapping her tail around herself for comfort as she settled down again waiting for one of the leaders to speak.
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Post by daisy on Jun 21, 2011 13:37:34 GMT -5
Siverstorm A silver tabby padded behind her clan, tail flicking to and fro. Looking at her shoulder was a wound from the pass battle with WindClan, a soft growl escaping through her maw. Why did I even join in, she wondered to herself, glancing down at the clearing. Seeing they were last to arrive, she walked slowly down the slope to fourtrees, her silver pelt shimmering in the full moon's light. Blinking, Silverstorm stopped at the edge of the clearing and looked around, heading over to a ShadowClan cat, Nightfrost to be exact. --------------------------- Fireblaze
The orange tom purred at Whiteheart and nodded in acknowledgment. "ThunderClan has had good hunting," he replied to Griffenflight's question. "I'm Fireblaze and this is Whiteheart," he meowed, his tail flicking behind him as he settled down to talk. "I guess so," he replied, scenting them as he spoke. "Or not," he said, chuckling softly. "How's WindClan?" he asked the WindClan warrior, tilting his tabby head to the side. Sensing Whiteheart's tension, he frowned and turned toward his clanmate. "Easy were under a truce here," he murmured, smiling softly, before glancing back to Griffenflight.
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Post by russia on Jun 21, 2011 15:18:18 GMT -5
As he followed his mentor, he felt a rush of fear collide into his head and grab his throat so hard he couldn't breathe. the gathering was a place of honor and glory, and only the cats who earned it went. he whimpered and slunk behind cinderdust, almost clinging to her legs. if any cat understood him at all, they would know that raggedpaw had a severe fear of social interaction. 'i'm soared," he whispered, his little body shaking with trembles. never had he shown this weaker side to his mentor, especially when he didn't know her at all.
fourtrees was filled with cats. so many cats that raggedpaw couldn't tell them apart. Big cats, small, cats, cats of different clans. it amazed him, and it scared him just as much, so he took his place next to cinderdust, but instead of his terribly abrasive, rude nature, he smashed himself as close to the female medicine cat as possible, more afraid that he ever had been in his entire life. these cats scared him, especially how they would watch him and his clanmates as if they were pieces of meat, ready to be sheared and eaten.
he watched his leader, but he wasn't quite sure what was going on. some of the cats seemed almost angry, and being the philosophical soul raggedpaw was, he didn't quite understand why. sure, they had a fallout with diverclan, but that shouldn't be the mood of the gathering. pressing his face into cinderwing's side, he mumbled, "everyone seems so tense..." his shy demeanor surprised even him, for raggedpaw was not known as a withdrawn, secluded cat. no, the young tom wanted to be the center of attention every time, at every chance he got.
ooc: this is late enough. won't bother with coding.
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Post by ¿ emberflare ? on Jun 21, 2011 17:44:14 GMT -5
[bg=458178][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true]It wasn't long before ThunderClan wasn't alone.
WindClan was the first of the others to arrive, their lithe, muscular bodies slinking into the hollow. The ginger tom spotted the striped form of Stripestar approaching the rock he was seated upon. The WindClan leader hopped up almost effortlessly, dipping his head to the ThunderClan deputy. Emberflare nodded back, and then turned his attention to those below him. They brought with them a feeling of tenseness, and the russet warrior eyed the cats from the moor warily. Just what was setting them so on edge?
The deputy barely had time to muse before he scented ShadowClan lurking at the edges of the trees, lingering for a few heartbeats before rushing into the clearing on muted paws. The ThunderClan tom tensed a bit, but forced himself to relax; ThunderClan and ShadowClan had never been too amiable, but their relationship now was beginning to mend. A large form slithered towards the boulder, and Emberflare immediately recognized the marked pelt of Hawkstar. The tabby leader opened his maw. "Stripestar," he greeted, turned towards his fellow leader. Emberflare saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes as he meowed his name, but it was quickly suppressed.
"Hawkstar," the ginger striped tom greeted in return. A fishy scent wafted by, marking the arrival of RiverClan. The air suddenly became more hostile then, and even a kit could have noticed that not all was peaceful between the Clans of the Wind and River.
A grey form joined the three toms already present on the stone, and Emberflare raised his eyebrows as he recognized Smokeheart of RiverClan. He had not been leader or deputy a moon ago, which meant that both Swishstar and Silvercreek were unable to come for some reason. Could this have something to do with their hostility to WindClan? Emberflare returned Smokeheart's - or Smokestar's? - nod of greeting.
The ThunderClan deputy cleared his throat, a question on his tongue. Well, much more than one, like what exactlly was going on between WindClan and RiverClan, but those could wait. He flashed his amber eyes at the three other representatives. "Since all four Clans are here, should we get started?"
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Post by feathertail on Jun 21, 2011 23:02:24 GMT -5
feathertail "It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up. tell me there's a way to get out of here.
riverclan this gathering would be one to remember. a lot had changed for river clan. their path seemed more uncertain, was it a bad omen? Swishstar had passed and silvercreek had denied taking the position as leader. of all cats he picked smokeheart to take his place, a younger warrior. he was strong sure, but he wasn't as familiar with the ways of the forest as the older members were. it had been a shock to them all. starclan must have something great destined for the gray tom, that was the only explanation. feathertail knew the other clans would be surprised, to see their new leader and deputy. many hushed murmurs would run through the cats. it was nothing riverclan couldnt handle though. they were strong and close.
feathertail had been surprised when smokestar had made her his deputy. she thought he would pick a younger cat too. she had finally reached her goal. the thing she had been training herself for her whole life. she would help him learn and grow. he would be a great leader if he had more confidence in himself. sometimes he lacked that, he was more soft spoken. he would soon change as many leaders did. he would have to adapt to life, one with hundreds of eyes watching his every move. their survival depending on him and herself now. it was a heavy load, but definitely an honor.
they left camp under a full moon. it's light falling along the river and the reeds. frogs ribbited from the cattails. the she-cat padded gracefully next to smokestar. she was missing her shadow though. she had told minnowpaw to stay at camp. she didnt want her to see any disapproval toward smokeheart or herself in the gathering. she knew that the apprentice valued them more than most other cats in the clan. you could see it in her orbs. the wind picked up and she caught the scent of all the other clans. they were already at the fourtrees. let smokestar keep his composure and guide him she sent a silent prayer to starclan. she caught up to the tom and brushed her tail against his coat in an encouraging gesture.
the riverclan warriors made their way through the opening in the fourtrees, all eyes on them. too bad smokestar didnt look a little better. he looked pretty beat up and feathertail was sure it hurt to jump up on the rock. she made her way near the front, making sure she was visible to give smokestar some moral support. the eyes of the other cats turned towards those of the riverclan cats. and the words began to whisper across the crowd. feathertail held her head high as she sat down. she silver tabby pelt glowing in the moonlight. her bright icy blue eyes transfixed on her new leader. her eyes scanned the leaders; Hawkstar, Stripestar, and... he eyes befell the coat of a handsome ginger tabby, one she had met a couple days before. feathertail felt a lump row in her throat. had she really liked thunderclan's leader? impossible. she would not let it be! but there he stood, the mysterious tom from across the river before her eyes. like he would remember a silly riverclan warrior like herself, well now deputy... feathertail's eyes swiftly moved back to smokestar, trying to hide from the gaze f emberflare.
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Post by ember2 on Jun 21, 2011 23:31:30 GMT -5
The clearing was starting to fill up now, absorbing more and more cats. Emberpaw wondered if Fourtrees had ever spilled over with cats. His green gaze sparkled with humour, and his whiskered twitched. Your still thinking like a kit! His voice rang out in his head, but there was no time to have a conversation with himself. He had to find Lilysong. Determination pushed all other emotions from his bright gaze, and the pale apprentice stood even taller on his toes, sweeping the many heads and ears of cats that came in all different shapes and sizes.
But his heart sank when a familiar voice reached his ears, 'There you are, Emberpaw,' the tabby tom looked down at his paws and quietly mumbled, 'Hey Reedfisher...' His mentor stopped in front of him, and his voice carried a tiny hint of confusion, but has he spoke it vanished completely, 'Don't be so enthusiastic to see me, bud, the other cats are starting to stare.' Emberpaw was about to reply, but the warrior was nudging him to the front of the cluster of cats.
Now, Emberpaw could see the three leaders up close, and was surprised to see that Emberflare was on the Great Rock. Even though he was young, he remembered that at the last Gathering, Dawnstar had been there. What's going on in ThunderClan? If he had been able to find Lilysong, she might have told him. Once again, Reedfisher's voice broke into his thoughts about the pale she-cat, ''Whoever she is, you can find her later. Now's the time to pay attention and be a good little apprentice.' Emberpaw's ears flattened and he ducked his head down. But after a moment, he let out a sigh.
He knew that Reedfisher meant good, but Emberpaw's heart was beating wildly for Lilysong, and he was desperate. His ear flicked as Purpleheart came up to them. She whispered something to Reedfisher, and Emberpaw didn't care enough to listen to what she had said. His striped tail wrapped around his paws, and he looked up at his mentor, waiting for him to say something.
TAGGED: Reedfisher and anyone else LYRICS: Valentine's Day - Linkin Park WORD COUNT:
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