November 2012 Gathering

[Midnight]

Midnightstar led MidnightClan to the Pond of Truce, at which point she broke away from her Clanmates and perched herself atop the large stone in the center of the very tiny pond. Looking out, the black-furred leader wondered how many Clans would arrive, given the circumstances of the sickness and whatnot.

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Thunderstar moved toward the pond of truce with his head raised commandingly and tail high, leading all of the Whisperclan cats into the gathering place. Whisperclan would not be last, late or missing for the gathering today, he was making sure of it. The large long-furred silver tom signaled for the cats to enter into the gathering place before making his way towards the stone island and climbing his way up onto his place on the stone.

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Icestar padded ahead her clan to the Pond of Truce. She noticed that she was not the last clan to arrive but WhisperClan and MidnightClan were already there. She flicked her tail, tailing her clan to settle in as the blue grey tabby she-cat made her way to the stones where the leaders sat. This would be her first gathering as leader of LeafClan. She climbed up the stones and sat next to Midnightsar.

[Foxpaw]

Ravenstar made his way to where the other leaders gathered, sleek black pelt blending into the shadows as he walked. Drops of water slid from his pelt as he walked, evidence of a swim he and his clanmates had excitedly took before coming. Despite the slight chill, the wetness didn't really bother him. He waved his tail as a signal for his clanmates to disperse before joining the others and dipping his head in greeting.

[Sand]

Whisperclan
Fangice followed behind his leader glancing over his shoulder every once in a while to see if his clan mates was following, but he disapproved of his mate coming to the gathering. She had told him earlier that she was expecting his kits and had been unhappy when she told him that he was coming to the gathering.

Falconflight followed behind her mate her ears flicking back and forth as she followed behind her mate wondering what the gathering would be like tonight.

Leafclan
Graypaw followed her leader to the gathering no longer as nervous as she had been at her first gathering. She had after all been coming to the gathering for a few moons now and was now only excited. They had just arrived at the Pond of Truce and she tried to peer around her clan mates to see if Shrewpaw had come to the gathering.

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Sandstar padded proudly to the pond leading her clan. She nodded to them and broke off on her own to the large rock. She smiled kindly to the other leaders.

Stormtail bounced into the gathering behind her leader, for this was her first gathering as a warrior. She looked and scented for her friend not sure if he had come.

This was Tigerleaf's first gathering without his sister, who he believed had gone insane. It's not that he needed her, it's that it felt odd without her. She wasn't aloud to come because of her hostility and beahavior. Should I talk to Ravenstar? He thought to himself.

[Midnight]

Midnightstar shot quick, aknowledging glances toward all of the leaders before looking out at the amount of cats in the clearing. It was certainly an uncomfortable amount, considering almost every cat, from apprentice to elder, in the Clans were here.


Icetail padded forward. She couldn't believe she'd been allowed to go to the gathering. The previous medicine cat, who had recently resigned due to having kits, wondered what Thunderstar was thinking, letting her go to the gathering when she had kits to tend to! Maybe he's planning on embarrassing me in front of every cat.. The blue point thought, glaring suspiciously up at her Clan's leader.

The warrior mindlessly went to sit with the medicine cats, not considering the fact that she no longer was one.

[Splash]

Flameshadow followed Midnightstar into the gathering, a constant shadow to the other black-pelted cat, until she broke off to sit at the base of the stone with the non-existent deputies. Well, at least she wasn't entirely alone, as Fangice also seemed to have arrived. That was good. She wasn't the only deputy with the decency to show up. Curling her tail loosely around her paws, she awaited the beginning of the gathering.

Birchfire remained in the mass of LeafClan cats, using their close-pressed bodies as a guide until they began to disperse. From their, he used memory as a means of transversing the clearing until he stood in a group with the other.... Medicine Cat? Okay, he'd expected a larger turnout, but, others would no doubt show up. "Hello Icetail." He meowed.

[Sand]

Whisperclan
Fangice looked up when Flameshadow came and sat down beside him and he dipped his head his white fur fluffed out. "Hello, Flameshadow, how is Midnightclan doing?" he asked her gazing around the clearing at all the cats. He was a little nervous after all this was the first gathering as him being deputy so he would be announced as the deputy at tonights gathering. 'What if I make a fool of myself?" he asked himself flicking his tail nervously ass he glancec up at his leader before returning his gaze to Flameshadow.

[Splash]

Flameshadow dipped her head in return, though she was caught off guard by his question. She almost answered in the way she should have - the cold, quiet MidnightClan deputy. She didn't. "You're nervous? My first gathering as a deputy was when I was ten moons. Believe me, if a mousehearted ten moon old me managed not to make a fool of herself, you can." The black-furred she-cat meowed, chuckling at the end, making it seem like some sick joke instead of something that had left her with permanent mental scars. Unlike many cats, she had stopped wanting deputyship and leadership around the time she was apprenticed. but, of course, that wouldn't work. Of course, of all cats in the clan, she'd ended up here. What else? It was almost a sick joke.

[Sand]

"Thank you," Fangice meowed he hadn't always wanted to be deputy in fact the first time he had ever wanted to be deputy was when he had fallen in love with Hawktalon. He hadn't wanted much before he had fallen in love with Hawktalon, in a way he felt like everyone was abandoning him, after all he had never met his mother, his father had died when he was three moons old, his sister had died when he was five moons old, and he had lost his mentor a few days before becoming a warrior, everyone he had ever cared about had died before he was a warrior, and Hawktalon had been the only one that could ease his pain, and he had begun to want deputy ship to impress her further, but he still wished those cats he had loved and lost could be here. "I expected it to be different, the only tie I really have to my clan is my mate," he admitted.

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Thunderstar had seen the deputies speaking and also noticed Fangice’s almost uncertain glance towards him. He glanced down at him with an expressionless but firm gaze. You’re my deputy for Starclan’s sake, stop looking so nervous! If you can’t even talk to another clan’s deputy, then why on earth did I even choose you for such a high position? He wanted to flick an ear. Fangice could make a strong deputy if he chose to be one, and that was the reason why Thunderstar had appointed him, but honestly, he was already beginning to think that Fangice could be a little too soft and trusting for his own good. He really hoped the tom wasn’t giving Flameshadow any reason to doubt Whisperclan through his behavior or his words. He might have listened in, but it was difficult to hear a conversation over the dull roar of cats purring, chattering, yelling and laughing in the gathering place below.

He then switched his gaze to Icetail, who oddly enough was sitting where the other medicine cats sat despite not being one any longer. He hoped she hadn’t forgotten her place in the clan now, but at the moment that wasn’t important. He didn’t bring her here to accuse her in front of all the clans, as that would only look bad on Whisperclan. He instead had brought her here more or less to keep an eye on her, as well as to fill in for the fact that Whisperclan had no medicine cat at the moment. It wouldn’t do to give the other clans any ideas…

The long-furred silver tom sat tall on the island and waited for the leaders to settle so that they could begin. He had a lot of news to tell the other clans that he expected they should hear.

[Sand]

Fangice only doubted his ability as deputy because his family had died before he was an apprentice and his mentor had died before he had gotten his warrior name. Anger swelled up in him at the thought of his families death and the death of his mentor. He had never met his mother, but before his father had died he had told him a little bit about her. Taking a deep breath he pushed down the anger that had welled up inside him and instead made his face an emotionless mask. Looking around he spotted his mate looking for someone to talk to and lashed his tail still annoyed that she had insisted on coming to the gathering even though she was expecting kits.

Hawktalon walked around the other clans looking for someone to talk to and she saw Tigerleaf and bounded over. "Hello, Tigerleaf, how have you been?" the Whisperclan queen asked the warrior.

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Tangletail
The cool breeze seemed to pet the elder like a twoleg to a kittypet. He didn’t mind, because it must be softer than that weird stick they use to brush the pelts. Tangletail’s short tail was erected into the air, to help him with the little balance he had. Even though he was an elder, he still had enough energy to go to gatherings. Plus, it was nice to see the apprentice’s faces from other clans. More stories to tell. but, of course, he had to respectful and not causes bad words for another clan.
Sliding beside some clan mates, he swiftly padded from them. He was no warrior anymore, and had some more freedom it seemed. A little patch of soft grass cushioned his paw pads, telling him he was free to relax. With a huff from walking far from camp, he sat onto his hunches, and started to like his paw. Hopefully, nothing to bad would happen at this gathering.

Burningleap
The young orange and red tom padded beside his clan mates, with his head held high. Burningleap’s tail was wagging, almost like a dog’s. Gatherings interested the young tom, you got to meet others, and possibly learn of other’s weaknesses. He hated to think of a gathering as a chance to take advantage, but it was some what true. And because of that, he made sure not to leak anything himself.
Burningleap being the kitten like warrior he is, he got right to the edge of the pond, wanting a good look at the leaders. Unsheathing his claws, they dug into the ground, as if to say ‘I’m not moving, no matter what’. Which was true. Neatly, Burningleap rested his tail over his paws, and waited.