November Gathering 2013

[Midnight]

The season is newleaf.

It hasn't been started by one of the leaders yet, and it's already pretty late, so here goes.

LeafClanners, remember that there is a certain list of you who can come this time around! The other Clans don't have lists like these posted, but I know at least one other Clan will be doing this next month.

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Silverstar slid easily through her Clan's territory, knowing she'd chosen well as to who came to the gathering that moon. The slim silver tabby's paws hit the hard ground, then easily lifted and the process repeated as she ran toward the Pond of Truce.

Taking a leap, Silverstar cleared the pond and landed easily on the rock. The LeafClanner then turned and faced the clearing, her fur being plastered against her body by a powerful wind, though her paws were planted on the boulder. She stood unmoving, waiting for the other leaders and their Clans to arrive.

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[tracking, will post when I get a cat old enough to go]

[[Acro.]]

ooc:// I think an announcement about this in the News box would be excellent... >.>...

Tawnyfang trailed along at the edge of the LeafClan troupe, her eyes down and tail lowered. There was an exhaustion clouding her expression, more severe than just her usual drainage from anxiety--this was a physical exhaustion as much as it was mental. The she-cat said nothing and looked at no one as she entered the clearing. She had actually been surprised when Silverstar had called her name for cats to go to the Gathering. 'She had no reason not to, I suppose,' Tawnyfang decided as she took up a seat toward the middle of the mingling bodies. It was true Tawnyfang felt nothing but resentment and disdain for her leader, but she was a quiet warrior... soft-spoken, diligent, and a productive member of LeafClan. How would Silverstar know the thoughts in Tawnyfang's brain, as long as the small, brown tabby kept her head down? 'Head down, ears open...' Sometimes it was good to be plain--sometimes it was good to be unnoticed.

A sandy-orange tom was already relaxing high in one of the trees when the first Clan arrived. Ramble had become familiar enough by now with this schedule to know when the cats would gather. He had arrived early in order to have the best choice of seating, and, this time, he'd be able to look down and have a true sense of how large this crowd could be, instead of being swept up in the middle of it all. 'She's always one of the first,' he thought to himself, noticing Silverstar. 'Very punctual.'

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Ooc: I think that I'll have to show up this time.

Sunsetclan
A cream-colored tom padded silently with his head low. He was fully aware of the paw steps of his clanmates after him. The Sunsetclan deputy looked up at the night sky, hoping that the gathering will be peaceful. Thrushfall slowly emerged the Pond of Truce and opened his jaws to taste the air. Leafclan. He thought, letting out a faint hiss of disgust.

He locked his eyes on the rock, where he saw a silver tabby sat there. Silverstar. The name itself made his neck fur rose, but he pressed down the urge. Instead, he leaped on the rock, with his fur smooth and flat. "Greetings." He spoke calmly with a deep voice at the Leafclan leader, as if nothing wrong had happened to the Sunsetclan leader.
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Honeyfrost followed Thrushfall and sat back on her haunches, eyes gleaming as she looked around the clearing.

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Leafclan
Shadestripe followed Silverstar to the Pond of Truce. He wasn't so interested in going to the gathering, but wasn't to offended either. He sat in the mass of Leafclanners, waiting for the other clans to arrive, Suddenly, he scented another clan. Sunsetclan. He thought, surprised at the cat that just jumped on the rock. This surely wasn't the Ratstar. He wondered if anything had happened, but said nothing.

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Softheart followed behind her clanmates, as always she was walking behind the group. She kept her head down as she looked at the ground. She was tired, and honestly didn't feel like coming, she felt bad because there were loads of people that would of loved to take her spot at the gathering. She noticed that Leafclan was already at the Pond of Truce. She didn't hate Leafclan as much as a lot of cats, she didn't really find anything wrong with them.
Softheart sat with her own clan, she didn't really know any cats in Leafclan, so she didn't say anything to them, or even look at them. She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws as she waited for the gathering to start. It was a little windy, and her light gray fur was blowing slightly in the wind. She bright green eyes, sparkled as she looked up at the full moon.

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SunsetClan

Birchflame limped into the clearing with his clan, his flank glistening with dried blood. He ignored any curious looks he might be given and settled down next to some she-cat from another clan. He glanced at her every now and then, the corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly now and then in the beginning stages of a smirk. but as soon as he saw Thrushfall leap up onto the rock, his gaze locked onto Silverstar and his muscles tensed. He completely ignored the other leaders, and focused entirely on the LeafClan leader, scanning her reaction.

An ancient gray cat limped along behind Birchflame and settled down next to a small group of elders.

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WhisperClan

Foxwhisper sat alone, shifting nervously on her paws. Her nephew, Cloudpaw circled around her at a trot, laughing and teasing and making smart remarks.

Suddenly, he stopped, and stared across the clearing at a she-cat in the general SunsetClan group. He straightened himself up and threw an "I'm going in" over his shoulder as he slipped into the crowd, quickly and silently like a white shadow. When he reached her (Softheart) he popped up in front of her, his eyes shining. "Hey there, pretty cat! Whatcha doin' sitting over here with all these mangy fleabags?"

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StormClan

Hawkstrike glanced around the clearing and sighed, curling his tail around his paws.

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Sunset
Softheart was half asleep on her paws. She was trying her best to stay awake and was slightly shifting from paw to paw. She was woken up by the meow of a cat, and it scared her half to death. She had slightly jumped up and had turned to face the cat that had woke her up. It was some tom from a different clan.
She was didn't like how the tom can her clan mates mangy fleabags. She over looked him called her pretty, she didn't really take notice of toms since she gained a mate. "These cats are not mangy fleabags. They are my clan mates."
Softheart kept her voice low, she didn't like standing up for herself or for anything really. but she couldn't just let the tom get away with calling her clan mates mangy fleabags.

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WhisperClan

Cloudpaw laughed, a crisp, clear sound. His eyes flashed for a moment, but he leaned back on his haunches casually. "What's the difference?" he purred, glancing at Birchflame across the clearing. "They all seem to be the same... backstabbing, heartless... It's hard to trust cats from SunsetClan sometimes..." As he said this, his eyes, burning blue chips of ice, were fixed directly on the flame-furred tom across the clearing. After a long moment, he dragged his gaze back to Softheart and gave her a fake smile. "Oh, no offense. You don't seem to be like the rest of those fox-hearts. How about you come sit over with WhisperClan? Hey, we're fun."

[:-Misa-:]

Sunsetclan

Silence. though there was a hushed chatter spreading through the cats, a single Sunsetclan warrior padded far behind the rest of those chosen to gather for a night of peace. Exhaustion tugged at her eyes and her pelt didn't shine with any gloss or gleam.
'I should've been there...'
Guilt gnawed at Oakpool's stomach, a nauseating feeling taking over, stomach wrenching. 
'I could have prevented SOMETHING... why...'
Head hung low, Oakpool moved into the clearing slowly filling with cats, Leafclan being the first scent to reach her nose. but today was no day to deal with them, she just didn't have the physical or mental energy to do.. well... anything.

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Whisperclan

Head held high, a young Whisperclan apprentice made her way into the clearing. Nothing shone in her eyes but challenge and friendliness. Turn her the wrong way, well, that cat would be in for a heck of a time, but otherwise she'd be open for conversation.
Russetpaw hadn't been to a gathering herself in a few moons, but instead of socializing found herself sitting off to the side, waiting. If conversation were to happen, it could make its way to her.

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Sunset
Softheart didn't see what was so funny, this tom was really starting to work her. She shifted on her paws as she listened to the tom insult her clan and clan mates. She couldn't believe he was saying that with a Sunsetclan cat standing right in front of him.
Softheart noticed the tom looked off somewhere else. She followed his eyes and noticed he was looking at Birchflame, she didn't understand as to why he would be looking at her mate, but she didn't say anything about it, she looked looked back at him.
When he asked her if she wanted to sit with his clan, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "No thank you." Softheart chocked out these words, she never liked being mean, she felt as if she was shaming herself if she were to be rude to anyone. She just turned her back on the tom and walked closer towards her clan mates and sat down beside a she-cat. She didn't take time to recognize who she was sitting beside, she just was glad to be away from that tom.

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ooc:// Hmmmm... Cloudpaw...... annoying... I've got some cats coming for him, Amber... xD


Behind Thrushfall, a lean, cinnamon warrior stalked with his head lowered and ears pinned back. His yellow eyes blazed as they scorched over every cat that entered his field of vision. He did not want to be there. He wanted to be searching. but he needed to be there--not only because Thrushfall had asked him to come and it was his duty as a warrior, but also because he needed to ensure that SunsetClan looked strong, and that no one started any trouble...

Sandstrike may still have been recovering, but he'd skin anyone who spoke out against his Clan that evening.

As the tom stalked along, a confrontation drifted into his ears. His eyes narrowed and he lashed his tail as Cloudpaw's taunts reached him. He froze, unsheathing his claws. 'That ignorant piece of dung...' Muscles tense, Sandstrike began to stalk towards the apprentice just as he saw Softheart walking away. Her idea--avoiding the situation--was probably a much better one than Sandstrike's: making a new situation. He'd teach that little scrap to speak so poorly of his Clan...

Just as he was about to close the distance, a wiry, lithe she-cat darted out of the crowd and intercepted. Otterfrost stepped right in front of the senior warrior, forcing him to halt in his tracks and break his eyes away from Cloudpaw. Her own eyes were wide and panicked, locking onto Sandstrike's with a look that screamed "I see what you're doing--what are you thinking??" but she knew what he was thinking.

He was thinking that he was less than two tail-lengths away from teaching Cloudpaw a serious lesson.

Sandstrike met Otterfrost's eyes briefly before glaring over her shoulders at Cloudpaw. Otterfrost shot Sandstrike one last look before she, too, turned and brought her eyes over to the WhisperClan apprentice. She kept her tail and head high, maintaining a steady, though firm, voice. "Excuse us," she remarked curtly, feeling a tension in the air radiating from Sandstrike on her other side. She couldn't see him, but she could feel an angry heat wafting off of him. If she moved now and gave him an opening...

Otterfrost held her ground, eyes never leaving Cloudpaw.

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((OOC: Oh, pleasant. x3))


WhisperClan

Cloudpaw rolled his eyes as Softheart walked away. "Hey, I was just kidding! C'mon, come back!" His tail lashed in frustration, and he took a step forward to go after her when he heard a smooth, cool voice behind him.

"Excuse us."

He turned to see two SunsetClan warriors behind him. Instantly, he seemed to shrink a little. These cats didn't look particularly friendly, expecially the one behind the she-cat- it would seem suspiciously so that she was blocking him. The tall white apprentice swallowed his fear and raised his chin, staring at them with even blue eyes. "Y-Yeah? Is there something you want?" His ear twitched, his tail flicked back and forth- his nerves were obvious in his actions, but he glared them down courageously and shot the tom a smug look. "Why would the great warriors of SunsetClan want to talk to a pile of WhisperClan droppings like myself?" he sneered. His eyes- blazing and icy-cold- practically screamed, 'come at me! I dare you!'.

[Midnight]

"Hello, Thrushfall," Silverstar responded icily, her green eyes narrowed. She searched the crowd carefully, picking out each cat; even if she didn't know the other Clan cats by name or appearance, she knew Ratstar by both, and it was quite obvious that Ratstar had not attended the gathering. "Hmm," Silverstar's vocal cords thrummed, "Maybe I should say 'Hello Thrushstar' instead?"

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Mintpaw padded forward, sitting where she always did: Below Ratstar, where the medicine cats settled themselves at gatherings, looking out at all of the other cats, listening just as carefully to the leaders' announcements. The classic gray tabby's appearance was that of a worn cat; she looked more like a full-out worn medicine cat, rather than a tired medicine cat's apprentice, considering all of the work Mintpaw had done since the bird attack. She was also worried sick about her Clan's leader, as were many of her Clanmates, and she was keeping completely silent this gathering, simply not feeling up to chatting.

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"Oh, no, call me Thrushfall still." The tom said icily. Do you think that Ratstar died so soon? There's a growl in his throat, but he pushed it back right away and didn't say anything more. Instead, he looked away from Silverstar and glaced at the other clans. Where are the other clan leaders? Let this gathering begin soon.He thought.

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Sandstrike's whiskers pulled back and he tried taking a step forward by pushing into Otterfrost and making her move, but the young she-cat defiantly held her ground and subtly pushed right back against him, her eyes still on Cloudpaw. The interaction between the two warriors would most likely appear only as a slight shift of weight to those watching, but Otterfrost knew it had been something much more severe. She was quiet for a moment, mind reeling while on the outside she appeared fiercely calm--a rare moment for the normally fiesty she-cat. She hadn't heard as much of Cloudpaw's exchange with Softheart as Sandstrike had, but she'd caught enough of it to infer how the rest of it had gone. "Nothing," she said, at last, her voice calm but firm. She could feel another surge of heat come off of Sandstrike, and it made her pelt itch, so she quickly continued. "Only that you show a shred of decency and respect in the face of another Clan, especially at a Gathering. We have no qualms with--" Otterfrost paused and quickly tasted the air. "--WhisperClan, so I don't see why we deserve your low opinions." Here, she ended, hoping it had been enough to placate Sandstrike, who was still fuming behind her.

The tom made no move to advance or to speak, so it seemed Otterfrost, for now, had said enough. but his eyes were still narrowed sharply onto Cloudpaw, trying to burn into the young apprentice, to let him feel an ounce of the pain, or fear, he would be feeling later if he didn't watch himself.