July Gathering

[BEAR.]

Do NOT post here with a clan cat until their respective clan leader has arrived.

Leaders can post their entrance here, however they should take their roleplay to this (http://www.warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=8966) thread.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Blazingstar was the first to arrive. At the head of the Windclan group, he took them steadily down to the Seastones. It was once again time for the gathering. Thankfully, this time there wasn't much to report to the other clans. Things had been rather peaceful besides his current relationship with Thunderclan. The feud would stay between Snowstar and him and he really hoped the young leader would keep professional in front of the other clans. Blazingstar had given firm orders to his clan that no one start fights during the time of peace, even with Thunderclan. Those who did would know their punishment at the end of the gathering.

The ginger tom, once in the clearing of the Seastones, turned back to his clan and watched them disperse around the beach. The sand under his paws was moist in the nighttime mist, however it wasn't uncomfortable. Once he was content with how his clan mates were, he shifted his attention to the actual Seastones and made his way over, tensing up before jumping to the top.

[rubinaito]

Breezerunner hesitated before leaping down, the ginger molly following Blazingstar down until the leader made his way to the Seastones. Finding an area to settle down, Breezerunner cast her green-eyed gaze across the clearing as she waited for the other clans to arrive. The warrior was unsure of how the meeting would proceed, especially with the tension between WindClan and ThunderClan- hopefully, things wouldn't escalate and hopefully the meeting will be peaceful. Breezerunner really hated conflict between the clans- actually, she just hated conflict in general.

[Starfall]

The brawny warrior followed closely behind his leader, his blue optics flickered with unease. Recently the clans had been at each others throats, and he wasnt sure how tonights gathering was going to go. The siberian flicked his tail and watched Blazingstar pad off and climb onto the great rock, unease bubbled in his belly when the leader sat down. Sleepingcloud knew that nothing horrible would happen during the gathering, but that didnt mean anything less wouldnt happen, although he knew fighting wasnt permited during the gathering he still had his doubts. The gray tabby let out a sigh and sat himself down near the front of the clearing, his ears perked as he awaited the arrival of the other clans.

[rubinaito]

The brawny warrior followed closely behind his leader, his blue optics flickered with unease. Recently the clans had been at each others throats, and he wasnt sure how tonights gathering was going to go. The siberian flicked his tail and watched Blazingstar pad off and climb onto the great rock, unease bubbled in his belly when the leader sat down. Sleepingcloud knew that nothing horrible would happen during the gathering, but that didnt mean anything less wouldnt happen, although he knew fighting wasnt permited during the gathering he still had his doubts. The gray tabby let out a sigh and sat himself down near the front of the clearing, his ears perked as he awaited the arrival of the other clans. After spotting Snowstar, Breezerunner turned her head to look right at Neverwing, her eyes narrowing. She was sure that Neverwing was the one who had killed Stonebird...

"Do you think Snowstar and Blazingstar will quarrel?" Breezerunner asked, nervousness lining her voice as she leaned closer to Sleepingcloud, the British Shorthair flicking her tail with unease as she watched the other cats make their way down the path and into the Gathering.

(Since Random Melody posted in the [Leaders] version of this, I think I can post this.)

Neverwing hesitated from where he stood behind Snowstar, pressing up against Blackstorm. The large black maine coon tom was nervous, and rightfully so- he was the one who had killed Stonebird in cold blood just awhile back, and it only served to increase the tension between the clans. Neverwing couldn't help but feel that someone here knew about his crimes, and when he locked eyes with Breezerunner, a chill ran up his spine. Her eyes were cold, flickering with knowledge. She knew.

[Socks]

Eveningflight padded down behind his clanmates, watching as his leader went and jumped onto the stones. He was very curious as to what would come from this gathering. He knew there wasn't going to be any fighting, no, the peace would stay no matter what had happened before this moment. All feuds are to be forgotten during the time of a gathering and cats of all the clans were to get along, for the most part. He also knew, at least, if their was a commotion that Windclan would not be the cause of it, he had faith that his clan was better than that.
He sat down among his clan, curling his tail around himself to cover his paws. Grainy sand stuck to his pads and it wasn't the most comfortable of times but he decided to just ignore it as he sat in waiting for the rest of the clans to arrive.
(Open)

[Charmer]

Flameleaf

Cherrypaw followed closely behind her mentor as they followed their clan mates to seastones, he paws light with a strange nervous excitement. She was glad to be going to her first gathering, but the idea of being around so many unfamiliar cats made her want to shrink out of sight, and the conflict between Windclan and Thunderclan did not help that at all. She gazed around at the warriors from Windclan, breathing in the same grassy scent that Tigerdawn pointed out to her at the border, and watched as Snowstar took her place near Blazingstar.

[dino.]

Larkcry leaped down into the Gathering site, whiskers quivering in rage. It had been nearly a moon since his friend, Flamescar, had returned to Windclan, but the one-eyed ginger tom still had not explained where he had been. And even though he kept apologizing, and trying to make it up to Larkcry, it simply made the Windclan warrior even angrier

The gray-and-black speckled tom snorted as Flamescar said, "I'm sorry." for the fourteenth-thousand time.
"Yeah, right," he muttered.


(Open!)

[Zero]

(OPEN RP :))

Surgestorm padded into the seastone clearing not far behind Blazingstar, his yellow eyes wide and alert for his clanmates. He was silently grateful that they were the first to arrive, and that ThunderClan was not here yet. WindClan was on edge around the other clan since they had a quarrel with ThunderClan at the moment. He wasn't technically allowed to involve himself in such matters, but this definitely didn't help with the tensions between himself and Wheatfur that were already there to begin with. The thought of the other tom made his pelt inch with dislike, causing him to shake out his fur before padding over to where the medicine cat usually sat for gatherings.

When ThunderClan just happened to arrive next, his visibly tensed and began to watch his clanmates more closely. He turned his gaze upwards to the full moon as well, making sure the sky was still clear and that StarClan was happy with the gathering truce. Sighing, he prepared himself to the awkward conversation he'd have to have with Wheatfur once he came over to the medicine cat's spot. He hoped for a second that maybe somebody else were approach him first.

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn sat down beside her apprentice, Cherrypaw. "Remember, don't say anything stupid to the other apprentices. 'Kay?" She said. Tigerdawn licked her paw and gazed up at the leaders. ShadowClan, RiverClan and SkyClan are Late..." She muttered.


Skypaw flattened his ears nervously. He never liked gatherings, always too many cats. He glanged up at his leader, Blazingstar, then looked around. He spotted an apprentice next to a warrior. Her mentor I assume... He began padding over. I hope a don't make a fool out of myself! Skypaw stopped next to the cats. "H-Hello!" He mewed with a smile.

[Splash]

Larkcry leaped down into the Gathering site, whiskers quivering in rage. It had been nearly a moon since his friend, Flamescar, had returned to Windclan, but the one-eyed ginger tom still had not explained where he had been. And even though he kept apologizing, and trying to make it up to Larkcry, it simply made the Windclan warrior even angrier

The gray-and-black speckled tom snorted as Flamescar said, "I'm sorry." for the fourteenth-thousand time.
"Yeah, right," he muttered.


(Open!) Cottonspark glanced over to where two toms seemed to be quarreling. She narrowed her stunning emerald eyes- they should leave their anger at camp. For StarClan's sake, this was the gathering. They would make WindClan look bad, and the fluffy white she-cat did not want that. WindClan was the best clan, that was for sure, but the other clans didn't believe it. Surely they shouldn't give anyone a reason to doubt it any more than they already did. Cottonspark was tempted to shove her way into the dispute and stop it before the other clans arrived, but she shoved the urge away.

[dino.]

Cottonspark glanced over to where two toms seemed to be quarreling. She narrowed her stunning emerald eyes- they should leave their anger at camp. For StarClan's sake, this was the gathering. They would make WindClan look bad, and the fluffy white she-cat did not want that. WindClan was the best clan, that was for sure, but the other clans didn't believe it. Surely they shouldn't give anyone a reason to doubt it any more than they already did. Cottonspark was tempted to shove her way into the dispute and stop it before the other clans arrived, but she shoved the urge away.
Larkcry opened his mouth to snap at his friend, but stopped when he saw Cottonspark glaring at them.
He snapped his jaws shut and glanced at the ground, slightly embarrassed that the she-cat had noticed their quarrel.

Flamescar followed the gray tom's gaze and blinked. He saw Cottonspark, and flicked his ears forward. He mouthed, "Sorry, I didn't mean for you to overhear that."

[Socks]

(OPEN RP :))

Surgestorm padded into the seastone clearing not far behind Blazingstar, his yellow eyes wide and alert for his clanmates. He was silently grateful that they were the first to arrive, and that ThunderClan was not here yet. WindClan was on edge around the other clan since they had a quarrel with ThunderClan at the moment. He wasn't technically allowed to involve himself in such matters, but this definitely didn't help with the tensions between himself and Wheatfur that were already there to begin with. The thought of the other tom made his pelt inch with dislike, causing him to shake out his fur before padding over to where the medicine cat usually sat for gatherings.
Sageheart noticed the medicine cat as she walked with other cats, and broke away from the group she was in to walk over to him with a bounce in her step, sitting down near him. She didn't sit too close, personal space has always been a big thing for her so she didn't want to sit very close to any cat. She didn't plan to stay near the medicine cat long, as she didn't know him well, but she wanted to speak to him briefly. "Hello Surgestorm!" She smiled, trying to make her tone not so excited and more calm. "Its gonna be sort of tense here... Do you think there might be any arguing going on?"

[Zero]

Sageheart noticed the medicine cat as she walked with other cats, and broke away from the group she was in to walk over to him with a bounce in her step, sitting down near him. She didn't sit too close, personal space has always been a big thing for her so she didn't want to sit very close to any cat. She didn't plan to stay near the medicine cat long, as she didn't know him well, but she wanted to speak to him briefly. "Hello Surgestorm!" She smiled, trying to make her tone not so excited and more calm. "Its gonna be sort of tense here... Do you think there might be any arguing going on?"

Surgestorm smiled at Sageheart as she padded over to him, grateful for the company - even though he figured it would be short-lived as the warrior would definitely want to go do her own thing eventually. "Hello," He meowed, not bothering to mask any of his easily excitable energy. The tom was obviously tense though, and it almost seemed to make him a bit more antsy than usual. At her words, his smiling expression shifted into more of a cautioned look. "I hope not..." He meowed, his gaze moving from the she-cat to his other clanmates for a moment. "Arguing leads to fighting, and StarClan wouldn't like it if we broke the truce." His gaze met her onces more. "Of course, I'd like to think our clanmates are more sensible than others, and know better than to argue."

[Socks]

Surgestorm smiled at Sageheart as she padded over to him, grateful for the company - even though he figured it would be short-lived as the warrior would definitely want to go do her own thing eventually. "Hello," He meowed, not bothering to mask any of his easily excitable energy. The tom was obviously tense though, and it almost seemed to make him a bit more antsy than usual. At her words, his smiling expression shifted into more of a cautioned look. "I hope not..." He meowed, his gaze moving from the she-cat to his other clanmates for a moment. "Arguing leads to fighting, and StarClan wouldn't like it if we broke the truce." His gaze met her onces more. "Of course, I'd like to think our clanmates are more sensible than others, and know better than to argue."
Sageheart knew that if starclan wasn't pleased, nothing good could come from it and just the thought of what would happen if any fighting happened made her fur prickle slightly. She pushed the thought out of her mind quickly, not wanting to think of it. "I am positive that all warriors are smart enough to keep their claws to themselves, but younger apprentices are sometimes known to cause some sort of trouble their first gathering." Her eyes focused on a nearby group of younger cats, feeling glad when she only saw happy faces and relaxed postures. "But hopefully they listen to their mentors and keep peace."

[Zero]

Sageheart knew that if starclan wasn't pleased, nothing good could come from it and just the thought of what would happen if any fighting happened made her fur prickle slightly. She pushed the thought out of her mind quickly, not wanting to think of it. "I am positive that all warriors are smart enough to keep their claws to themselves, but younger apprentices are sometimes known to cause some sort of trouble their first gathering." Her eyes focused on a nearby group of younger cats, feeling glad when she only saw happy faces and relaxed postures. "But hopefully they listen to their mentors and keep peace."

Surgestorm nodded to her words, following her gaze to the group of young cats. "I'm sure that's why Blazingstar only brought along a small number of our apprentices," He meowed. "One's that are calmer and have watchful mentors." The tom could see a few older warriors keeping their gazes on most of the apprentices, making sure that they stayed out of trouble. "Hopefully, I don't have to patch up stratched tonight." He laughed a little to himself. "I don't really want to stay up later than I have to for this gathering, to be honest." Almost as if it was on cue, his jaws parted in a huge yawn. He quickly shook his head though, and refocused on keeping a watchful eye out for any trouble. "Do you have an apprentice to yourself yet?"

[wickedvirtues]

Caracalspirit glanced around the gathering area, eyes wide with awe as the young warrior grinned. It was her first gathering, after all. She took a deep breath, the WindClan warrior slightly tensing at the sight of ThunderClan. Relax she thought to herself, it's a gathering, the true is here for a reason. Still, Caracalspirit couldn't stoop a feeling of dread from gathering in the pit of her stomach as she sat in a nice spot, shaded and cool, and gazed at the moon just to make sure it wasn't covered with clouds. It was the one thing keeping the two feuding Clans at peace, after all.

Tealeaf followed Blazingstar, taking a look around with amazement. The warrior seated herself by Caracalspirit, who turned to her. "You don't think the leaders will fight, do you?" She asked, Tealeaf shook her head. "They wouldn't dare be mouse-brained enough to break the truce!" She replied, cuffing her friend playfully over the ear. "Right.." Caracalspirit replied, a smile appearing on her face. "They're smarter than that." She reassured herself, glancing at the two leaders.
(Both are open!)
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Ivorypaw and Ebonypaw walked in with completely different attitudes towards the Gathering. Ebonypaw, distaste and annoyance. Ivorypaw, excitement and joy. "Aren't you excited, Ebonypaw?" The white-furred sibling asked, to which Ebonypaw snorted. "Excited? For what? To see the cats we're basically at war with and have to pretend to like? Yes, Ivorypaw, i'm excited." He replied sarcastically, making Ivorypaw roll her eyes. "Can you be pleasant for one moment?" She playfully teased her brother, making him scoff. "Yeah, but I don't want too." He replied, a smile on his face. The Little Robin

[Socks]

Surgestorm nodded to her words, following her gaze to the group of young cats. "I'm sure that's why Blazingstar only brought along a small number of our apprentices," He meowed. "One's that are calmer and have watchful mentors." The tom could see a few older warriors keeping their gazes on most of the apprentices, making sure that they stayed out of trouble. "Hopefully, I don't have to patch up stratches tonight." He laughed a little to himself. "I don't really want to stay up later than I have to for this gathering, to be honest." Almost as if it was on cue, his jaws parted in a huge yawn. He quickly shook his head though and refocused on keeping a watchful eye out for any trouble. "Do you have an apprentice to yourself yet?"
Sageheart found the timing of the medicine cat's yawn humorous, and it made her smile. At the other's question, she shook her head with a slightly longing look in her eyes. "No, not yet. I do hope I get one soon, it seems like it would be quite fun to pass on my knowledge." She thought of what it would be like, having a young cat look up to her and listen to her words and teachings. She then thought of all the ungrateful apprentices who'd be a pain to train. "Then again, maybe it would be better to be older before getting one." She laughed slightly.

[Barnabas]

Tallstep walked into the clearing with a smile. He usually didn't go to any gathering, only stay in camp, because he was a little too frighten to meet other cats from other clans. "My first gathering since I became a warrior. Wow it's been many moons." he meowed. Tallstep gave his chest fur a few licks before looking around for either a familiar face or someone new to talk to.

[Charmer]

Tigerdawn sat down beside her apprentice, Cherrypaw. "Remember, don't say anything stupid to the other apprentices. 'Kay?" She said. Tigerdawn licked her paw and gazed up at the leaders. ShadowClan, RiverClan and SkyClan are Late..." She muttered.


Skypaw flattened his ears nervously. He never liked gatherings, always too many cats. He glanged up at his leader, Blazingstar, then looked around. He spotted an apprentice next to a warrior. Her mentor I assume... He began padding over. I hope a don't make a fool out of myself! Skypaw stopped next to the cats. "H-Hello!" He mewed with a smile.


"Yes, Tigerdawn," the little shecat replied meekly, flinching slightly at her mentor's tone. The powerful warrior seemed stiff with tension as cats began to file around seastones. Her whiskers twitched as she noticed a young, Windclan tom, an apprentice from the looks of him, approach them and meow a greeting.
"Hi," Cherrypaw replied shyly, she fought her instinct to slink away. Just be polite, and careful what you say. "I'm Cherrypaw. What's your name?"

[Dust]

[OPEN]

This was it. Her first gathering. The apprentice was another moon older, and although she hadn't been able to attend a gathering during her sixth moon, Badgerpaw was prepared to attend this one. She had no idea what to expect and as she followed behind her clanmates, the young apprentice began to feel herself shaking in his pelt with anticipation and a little bit of fear. There were already cats here, though not as many as she thought there would be. Maybe not everyone is here yet? To confirm her suspicions, Badgerpaw directed her gaze onto Snowstar, managing to capture a glimpse of a large ginger tom. Who is that?

Letting her gaze settle back onto the collection of cats, Badgerpaw awkwardly shuffled her way next to a smaller group of cats.

[RedHead]

[OPEN]

This was it. Her first gathering. The apprentice was another moon older, and although she hadn't been able to attend a gathering during her sixth moon, Badgerpaw was prepared to attend this one. She had no idea what to expect and as she followed behind her clanmates, the young apprentice began to feel herself shaking in his pelt with anticipation and a little bit of fear. There were already cats here, though not as many as she thought there would be. Maybe not everyone is here yet? To confirm her suspicions, Badgerpaw directed her gaze onto Snowstar, managing to capture a glimpse of a large ginger tom. Who is that?

Letting her gaze settle back onto the collection of cats, Badgerpaw awkwardly shuffled her way next to a smaller group of cats.

Rainpaw had followed his leader closely as Windclan had headed towards the Seastones. The young tom was determined to make the best of his first gathering, he wanted it to be fun and exciting, but he knew he would have to be respectful as well. The young tom spotted a white feline with black splotches, and he cocked his head slightly. He was debating whether or not in approaching her. He could smell she was from Thunderclan, and the white-furred apprentice knew about the tensions between their two clans as of right now. He didn't know exactly why there were tensions, but honestly he didn't care about the why. Only about the what. And the "what" was that cats were angry at each other, and Rainpaw belived that to not be right. Maybe if I go and talk to her, and be nice, it might make a small difference? She looked alone, and Rainpaw knew that he hated to be alone. So of course he supposed age did to. Bounding over, the young tom broke into a wide grin as he addressed her. "Hi! My name is Rainpaw! What's yours?" His blue eyes sparkled kindly as he awaited her response.

[Dust]

Rainpaw had followed his leader closely as Windclan had headed towards the Seastones. The young tom was determined to make the best of his first gathering, he wanted it to be fun and exciting, but he knew he would have to be respectful as well. The young tom spotted a white feline with black splotches, and he cocked his head slightly. He was debating whether or not in approaching her. He could smell she was from Thunderclan, and the white-furred apprentice knew about the tensions between their two clans as of right now. He didn't know exactly why there were tensions, but honestly he didn't care about the why. Only about the what. And the "what" was that cats were angry at each other, and Rainpaw belived that to not be right. Maybe if I go and talk to her, and be nice, it might make a small difference? She looked alone, and Rainpaw knew that he hated to be alone. So of course he supposed age did to. Bounding over, the young tom broke into a wide grin as he addressed her. "Hi! My name is Rainpaw! What's yours?" His blue eyes sparkled kindly as he awaited her response.


She had been questioning whether to find a clan-mate or someone she recognized. It was a bit overwhelming to be surrounded by so many smells, and she hadn't been to the Windclan border yet, so she was confused as to which clan was surrounding her. She couldn't help but feel tension rising in the clearing, so perhaps it was Windclan? She knew that there had been some trouble between them, and while she was loyal to her clan, she didn't quite understand what was going on. Pulled from her thoughts, the apprentice glanced over as a peppy apprentice greeted her. This must be normal for gatherings.

"Badgerpaw." It was a short and assertive answer. Giving her paws an awkward shuffle, she hastily continued, "Sorry, I don't know what to do really at a gathering, this is my first one."

[RedHead]

She had been questioning whether to find a clan-mate or someone she recognized. It was a bit overwhelming to be surrounded by so many smells, and she hadn't been to the Windclan border yet, so she was confused as to which clan was surrounding her. She couldn't help but feel tension rising in the clearing, so perhaps it was Windclan? She knew that there had been some trouble between them, and while she was loyal to her clan, she didn't quite understand what was going on. Pulled from her thoughts, the apprentice glanced over as a peppy apprentice greeted her. This must be normal for gatherings.

"Badgerpaw." It was a short and assertive answer. Giving her paws an awkward shuffle, she hastily continued, "Sorry, I don't know what to do really at a gathering, this is my first one."

"Oh don't worry, I don't know what to do either. But I suppose it's just like talking with others in your own camp clearing. Except with cats from other clans as well." Rainpaw waved his tail excitedly in the air as he took in the Seastones. "Isn't this place absolutley amazing? And the sand!" Raibpaw dug his claws into the small grains underneath his paws. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. But I like it!" Rainpaw was in complete wonderment of the Seastones. But, the apprentice really was amazed by anything, even the smallest of surprises.

[ShiningFern]

Ravenwind entered the clearing slowly, hanging behind most of her fellow Thunderclan warriors. She never really liked Gathering. Sure you got to meet other cats, but that meant talking in front of others. The jet black warrior saw Cherrypaw, one of her few friends on the other side of the Gathering site by her mentor. She wanted to go over but saw some other clan cats around them. The fifteen moon old warrior slid into a spot on where she would be behind everyone, where she could just watch and not embarrass herself. Especially in front of other warriors.

[goddess of ducks]

Caracalspirit glanced around the gathering area, eyes wide with awe as the young warrior grinned. It was her first gathering, after all. She took a deep breath, the WindClan warrior slightly tensing at the sight of ThunderClan. Relax she thought to herself, it's a gathering, the true is here for a reason. Still, Caracalspirit couldn't stoop a feeling of dread from gathering in the pit of her stomach as she sat in a nice spot, shaded and cool, and gazed at the moon just to make sure it wasn't covered with clouds. It was the one thing keeping the two feuding Clans at peace, after all.

Tealeaf followed Blazingstar, taking a look around with amazement. The warrior seated herself by Caracalspirit, who turned to her. "You don't think the leaders will fight, do you?" She asked, Tealeaf shook her head. "They wouldn't dare be mouse-brained enough to break the truce!" She replied, cuffing her friend playfully over the ear. "Right.." Caracalspirit replied, a smile appearing on her face. "They're smarter than that." She reassured herself, glancing at the two leaders.


The Bengal warrior padded in behind his leader. He noticed Windclan, already picking spots in the clearing. Sighing, he knew that this was the worst possible thing to happen for the two Clans, but hey, it was the gathering. They were supposed to be under a truce, they were supposed to like each other for this one evening. So, despite Windclan's reluctance on talking to Thinderclan, Storkflight made a move. The fighting wouldn't last forever. Nothing lasted forever. Things would settle in time, but why hate them constantly through the process? Storkflight applied his kind, and most welcoming smile. He approached two warriors, sitting by themself, both smelling of moors. He stuck his tail up, waving high with confidence. His crystal blue eyes sparkled brightly under the moonlight that shone down on the rock strewn beach. With the soft sound of crashing waves in the distance, the night was perfect. Perfect weather, hardly a cloud in the sky. He waved his tail in a sort of greeting to the two warriors, then his black and white striped tail hung low, as to not appear prideful or boastful. "Hello there." He meowed, trying to sound polite and kind. "I don't believe I have met you two yet. My name is Storkflight." His voice was confident, though he was putting himself out there.

That was one thing the warrior knew how to do. He knew how to take lead like that. He didn't care if someone struck him down, because if they did then it was normally for good reason. But someone had to try and be kind. If not, then what was the purpose of the gathering? Gatherings were held to share news between the Clans, not to boast, or hide secrets. So, with the Clans at war, and no one else around, Storkflight figured he could actually make the time worthwhile.

[Charmer]

Ravenwind entered the clearing slowly, hanging behind most of her fellow Thunderclan warriors. She never really liked Gathering. Sure you got to meet other cats, but that meant talking in front of others. The jet black warrior saw Cherrypaw, one of her few friends on the other side of the Gathering site by her mentor. She wanted to go over but saw some other clan cats around them. The fifteen moon old warrior slid into a spot on where she would be behind everyone, where she could just watch and not embarrass herself. Especially in front of other warriors.

Cherrypaw noticed Ravenwind among the cats and raised her tail in greeting, but the warrior seemed to rethink joining her when she took in the size of the thickening crowd in which the apprentice had found herself. Ravenwind went to sit down in a near the rear. I suppose I can always see her later. We're clanmates afterall she thought to herself, still a little disappointed not to sharing her first gathering with her friend.

[The Cannibal]

As calm and relaxed as ever, Grousestar lead Skyclan into the clearing a minute or two after Snowstar had made her entrance with Thunderclan. With a flick of his tail, the brown tom would allow his warriors, apprentices and elders to disperse among the others, trusting that they would behave themselves as they always do while he himself looked towards the stones where the other leaders met.
Pausing to stretch for a moment, he would promptly begin his approach to the stones, occasionally nodding to a cat as he passed them in order to get to where he needed.
As much as he'd love to stay down here and converse with anyone and everyone he could, he knew he couldn't and that as a clan leader, he must sit with the others. But for that reason, he wanted his clan to enjoy themselves here with the other clans. This was Skyclan's third gathering since they had arrived and he believes, just like himself, that his cats were getting fairly used to the smell of the other clans and relatively used to the format of the gatherings in general. Skyclan was finally, truly settling in and Grousestar couldn't be happier.

[fresh]

Flickerheart, being the snappy cat she was, could normally be found in a corner glaring at the other Clans, fiercely loyal to her own and staying among only them. So it was quite a rare sight to see her mingling about with the other Clan cats, talking and even making a friend or two. Yet that was exactly what the she-cat was doing. She was in a surprisingly good mood today, though you could say she woke up on the right side of the nest (It would be a good idiom, except that would mean she wakes up on the wrong side every other day). Flickerheart sat towards the front of the Gathering, putting in effort to keep a friendly face on.

[Open Post]

[Tundra]

Skypaw blinked. "Cherrypaw..." He repeated. "That's a nice name. Im Skypaw." He mewed shyly. He was afraid he might embarrass himself. "Who's that?" He asked,
pointing with his tail to the brown warrior.

[Jingle]

Halestar padded into the gathering, leading her clan behind her. The leader of ShadowClan wasn't quite sure how everything would pan out this gathering- and hoped to StarClan that everything would go smoothly between the clans this time.

What she also hoped is that she could strengthen the bond with SkyClan, the newest of the forest clans. She nodded in greeting to the other leaders before sitting at her place, looking down at the gathering group of cats.

[goddess of ducks]

Flickerheart, being the snappy cat she was, could normally be found in a corner glaring at the other Clans, fiercely loyal to her own and staying among only them. So it was quite a rare sight to see her mingling about with the other Clan cats, talking and even making a friend or two. Yet that was exactly what the she-cat was doing. She was in a surprisingly good mood today, though you could say she woke up on the right side of the nest (It would be a good idiom, except that would mean she wakes up on the wrong side every other day). Flickerheart sat towards the front of the Gathering, putting in effort to keep a friendly face on.

[Open Post]

The Abyssinian limped in slowly behind Grousestar. The dusty colored tom scanned the beach with his pale green hues. He released a sigh. Why had he even come? He should have stayed at camp with Redkit, Sagekit, and Strikerkit. Then especially with Scorchedpetal and Beachkit in the nursery? What an idiot he was. His family seemed to be falling apart, yet here he was at the gathering. But it's what Scorchedoetal would have wanted. She would want him to come, to have a good time, to forget about his worries and doubts and just have some fun. But how could he knowing three of his kits were sleeping in the nursery alone, while their mother and brother slept in the medicine den? Stumbling over towards the front, Cliffheart spotted a clan cat, not entirely sure of her Ckan. He hadn't grown accustomed to their scents yet, and couldn't remember which scent belonged to which clan. He said nothing, instead just sat down semi close to the feline. His mind was elsewhere, how was he supposed to focus on what was right in front of him?

[bright !]

(OPEN)

A pair of tiny paws led a pair of hind tiny paws into the crowd of cats of all clans mixed in there, though most in their own organized sections. The owner of the tiny paws, Tinypaw. Now, this apprentice wasn't the best cat to bring to this gathering, especially with all this tension between his clan and another, Thunderclan. He had.. "anger issues" if you'd like to call it that. He most likely wouldn't hesitate to bite back and rise up if he found something unfair, offending, etc. Most of the apprentices here were calm, mature. Chosen specifically by the leaders to not be immature and start something, like an unnecessary fight. To not be a bad representation of the clan. Not to mention their mentors and other warriors keeping watch. Either Blazingstar didn't know him too well, or he didn't know what he was doing. His mentor wasn't here to watch him, either. But there sure were other warriors that would stop him if they noticed anything coming from him. He found himself a comfortable spot and sat on his haunches, tail curling neatly around him and over his paws. His hazel, slitted gaze lifted to the large rocks where only Snowstar and Blazingstar sat. Awkward. He didn't know what to expect tonight. All he knew, was that he was tired. A tired Tiny is a grumpy Tiny. At least, more grumpy than usual. You probably know what that means by now. He didn't attend the last gathering, so didn't get to see what went down. But he heard from word going around the clan. He watched the Skyclan leader join, sitting beside the Windclan leader. He assumed the first two were relieved the tension had been broken by the tom's friendly presence.

He went back to looking around the crowd, the chattering of cats around him all he could hear. The tip of his tail twitched, noticing most of the cats were talking about the same thing. He wondered, what would happen tonight? Would he say anything? Would he go back to camp the same? He wasn't patient with things like this, and he certainly wouldn't put up with any cats who thought they could get away with doing something they know would tick him off.

[fresh]

The Abyssinian limped in slowly behind Grousestar. The dusty colored tom scanned the beach with his pale green hues. He released a sigh. Why had he even come? He should have stayed at camp with Redkit, Sagekit, and Strikerkit. Then especially with Scorchedpetal and Beachkit in the nursery? What an idiot he was. His family seemed to be falling apart, yet here he was at the gathering. But it's what Scorchedoetal would have wanted. She would want him to come, to have a good time, to forget about his worries and doubts and just have some fun. But how could he knowing three of his kits were sleeping in the nursery alone, while their mother and brother slept in the medicine den? Stumbling over towards the front, Cliffheart spotted a clan cat, not entirely sure of her Ckan. He hadn't grown accustomed to their scents yet, and couldn't remember which scent belonged to which clan. He said nothing, instead just sat down semi close to the feline. His mind was elsewhere, how was he supposed to focus on what was right in front of him?
Flickerheart glanced over at the tom as he walked slowly over to where the shorthair was sitting. His mind seemed elsewhere.. Did he even know where he was going? Mouse-brain! But the cat had waves of worry and regret coming off of him- he least the she-cat could do was ask what was wrong.
Flickerheart cleared her throat and said, "Hey. I'm Flickerheart." It was a really dumb conversation starter, but she hoped it was enough to get the SkyClan tom's head out of the clouds and- hopefully, but not likely- make a new friend, or, acquaintance.

[fresh]

(OPEN)

A pair of tiny paws led a pair of hind tiny paws into the crowd of cats of all clans mixed in there, though most in their own organized sections. The owner of the tiny paws, Tinypaw. Now, this apprentice wasn't the best cat to bring to this gathering, especially with all this tension between his clan and another, Thunderclan. He had.. "anger issues" if you'd like to call it that. He most likely wouldn't hesitate to bite back and rise up if he found something unfair, offending, etc. Most of the apprentices here were calm, mature. Chosen specifically by the leaders to not be immature and start something, like an unnecessary fight. To not be a bad representation of the clan. Not to mention their mentors and other warriors keeping watch. Either Blazingstar didn't know him too well, or he didn't know what he was doing. His mentor wasn't here to watch him, either. But there sure were other warriors that would stop him if they noticed anything coming from him. He found himself a comfortable spot and sat on his haunches, tail curling neatly around him and over his paws. His hazel, slitted gaze lifted to the large rocks where only Snowstar and Blazingstar sat. Awkward. He didn't know what to expect tonight. All he knew, was that he was tired. A tired Tiny is a grumpy Tiny. At least, more grumpy than usual. You probably know what that means by now. He didn't attend the last gathering, so didn't get to see what went down. But he heard from word going around the clan. He watched the Skyclan leader join, sitting beside the Windclan leader. He assumed the first two were relieved the tension had been broken by the tom's friendly presence.

He went back to looking around the crowd, the chattering of cats around him all he could hear. The tip of his tail twitched, noticing most of the cats were talking about the same thing. He wondered, what would happen tonight? Would he say anything? Would he go back to camp the same? He wasn't patient with things like this, and he certainly wouldn't put up with any cats who thought they could get away with doing something they know would tick him off.
Grasspaw walked slowly, ever so slowly, onto the beach where the Gathering was held. Her head was low and her eyes were down at her paws, slightly embarrassed to be chosen by Grousestar to go to the Gathering. A slight tingle in her paws made her realize how excited she was to be attending. I can't wait to meet all the other apprentices! Grass started to dash down onto the beach before remembering that she was supposed to be setting the example for SkyClan. She walked shyly down to one apprentice who looked like he was ready to bite everyones head off; then she realized how bad of an idea this was and hesitated slightly. Her mind urged her paws onwards until she reached the WindClan tom. "Isn't it exciting? To be chosen for the Gathering, I mean. What do you think will happen? Will a battle break out?" Grasspaw realized she was bombarding him with questions and shut her jaws, embarrassed.

[Brilliance]

Springwind padded into the gathering, looking around with a friendly face at every cat. The tom enjoyed going to gatherings. A time where the clans can be in peace. He knew that all the clans had finally come, as he was just sitting there, his tail wrapped around him, and he sought out others to talk to. Springwind loved to have conversations with others. He carried a laid back attitude, was approachable, and seemed friendly enough. The tom tilted his head for a moment, analyzing the scene in front of him. His apprentice was nearby. He knew Hunterpaw wouldn't miss this chance. However, he didn't know if Breezepaw--or, any other of Hunterpaw's siblings were there. Alunapaw was there, finding a soft group to throw herself in at a chance at making new friends.

Springwind was content, allowing the soft wind to ruffle his sleek pelt. He got up to enter into a nice long stretch, before he turned to look at his apprentice. Hunterpaw was growing up well, and Springwind knew he would be an awesome warrior when the time came. Springwind was proud. But, he had his limits. Springwind knew he was playing ''strict mentor'' too long, and he was quite ready to pursue a fun doing. Causing pranks, mischief, or doing anything fun to make a gleam appear in his eyes. Hunterpaw had been working hard, he had deserved a break, and Springwind wondered how he would repay the black and white tom. ''Ah, the gathering...it's always a great time to be where no riots will be caused. Right, Hunterpaw?'' The tom gently flicked his tail upon Hunterpaw's shoulder.
Random Winchester

[bright !]

Grasspaw walked slowly, ever so slowly, onto the beach where the Gathering was held. Her head was low and her eyes were down at her paws, slightly embarrassed to be chosen by Grousestar to go to the Gathering. A slight tingle in her paws made her realize how excited she was to be attending. I can't wait to meet all the other apprentices! Grass started to dash down onto the beach before remembering that she was supposed to be setting the example for SkyClan. She walked shyly down to one apprentice who looked like he was ready to bite everyones head off; then she realized how bad of an idea this was and hesitated slightly. Her mind urged her paws onwards until she reached the WindClan tom. "Isn't it exciting? To be chosen for the Gathering, I mean. What do you think will happen? Will a battle break out?" Grasspaw realized she was bombarding him with questions and shut her jaws, embarrassed.

Tinypaw's ear twitched at the sound of apprentice-sized paws making their way towards him, and craned his neck to the side to see a she-cat coming up to him only to start off a conversation by coughing up questions like a hairball thats been waiting to be let out. He gave her a sniff. Skyclan. She was given a not-so-amused look though, a brow raised. Since most of what she said was too much for him to just take in, he only heard the last two questions clearly. "I don't know, but there probably will be a battle if anyone's mouse-brained enough to start up any more tension with Windclan and say something they know they'll regret." He hissed, sand-colored fur bristling just a little, though you could tell it was a not-so-direct threat towards Thunderclan, even if they couldn't hear it. But he was shooting a glare towards the direction of their clan. It may be too soon for it, but he was always ready for a fight. He licked the fur on his back to keep it looking flat, just to hide it from any nearby warriors that could be watching. He knew Thudnerclan and Skyclan were more at peace than they were with Windclan, but that didn't give him any more of a reason to not speak his mind.

[Random Melody]

Springwind padded into the gathering, looking around with a friendly face at every cat. The tom enjoyed going to gatherings. A time where the clans can be in peace. He knew that all the clans had finally come, as he was just sitting there, his tail wrapped around him, and he sought out others to talk to. Springwind loved to have conversations with others. He carried a laid back attitude, was approachable, and seemed friendly enough. The tom tilted his head for a moment, analyzing the scene in front of him. His apprentice was nearby. He knew Hunterpaw wouldn't miss this chance. However, he didn't know if Breezepaw--or, any other of Hunterpaw's siblings were there. Alunapaw was there, finding a soft group to throw herself in at a chance at making new friends.

Springwind was content, allowing the soft wind to ruffle his sleek pelt. He got up to enter into a nice long stretch, before he turned to look at his apprentice. Hunterpaw was growing up well, and Springwind knew he would be an awesome warrior when the time came. Springwind was proud. But, he had his limits. Springwind knew he was playing ''strict mentor'' too long, and he was quite ready to pursue a fun doing. Causing pranks, mischief, or doing anything fun to make a gleam appear in his eyes. Hunterpaw had been working hard, he had deserved a break, and Springwind wondered how he would repay the black and white tom. ''Ah, the gathering...it's always a great time to be where no riots will be caused. Right, Hunterpaw?'' The tom gently flicked his tail upon Hunterpaw's shoulder.
Random Winchester


Hunterpaw was looking around the gathering with curious brown eyes, head tipped. The scent of the Clans all mingled. ThunderClan stood out to him the most, somewhat familiar, bringing back memories. Then there was ShadowClan. That Clan brought memories back, too, but not the good kind. Hunterpaw blinked, lost in thought, and jumped when he felt a tail on his shoulder, quickly looking up.

"Uh, yeah!" The Tom mewed quickly, returning his gaze to scan the clearing. "Gatherings are always fun." He said, almost vaguely. He was glad Ratheart had decided not to come, and couldnt help but wonder when his father would take off again. So far, he seemed content where he was. Hunter didnt know whether to be worried or not, but he shook it off and turned his attention back to the other Clans, keeping close to his mentor. His eyes flickered lightly across each pelt. Orange, black, white, gray, mixed colors. Different colored eyes too.

Hunterpaw felt his fur prickle suddenly, like he was being watched, and frowned, continuing his search around until his eyes rested on a group of cats near the edge of the Seastones, watching the leaders. All except one. One cat stood out, bright blue eyes piercing into Hunterpaw's brown ones, light gray pelt nearly hidden by shadows. It was unmistakable, but Hunterpaw had to blink a few times to ensure his eyes werent playing tricks on him, suddenly speechless, but he didnt move, just met the cat's eyes in silence. No way.

[fresh]

Tinypaw's ear twitched at the sound of apprentice-sized paws making their way towards him, and craned his neck to the side to see a she-cat coming up to him only to start off a conversation by coughing up questions like a hairball thats been waiting to be let out. He gave her a sniff. Skyclan. She was given a not-so-amused look though, a brow raised. Since most of what she said was too much for him to just take in, he only heard the last two questions clearly. "I don't know, but there probably will be a battle if anyone's mouse-brained enough to start up any more tension with Windclan and say something they know they'll regret." He hissed, sand-colored fur bristling just a little, though you could tell it was a not-so-direct threat towards Thunderclan, even if they couldn't hear it. But he was shooting a glare towards the direction of their clan. It may be too soon for it, but he was always ready for a fight. He licked the fur on his back to keep it looking flat, just to hide it from any nearby warriors that could be watching. He knew Thudnerclan and Skyclan were more at peace than they were with Windclan, but that didn't give him any more of a reason to not speak his mind.
Grasspaw blinked, a little annoyed by this cat's attitude. StarClan, does he have any friends? "Yeah, I suppose you're right," the she-cat murmured in reply. "Keep your fur down.." Why in StarClan would this irritable cat act lime he was at war with the world? As far as she knew, nothing was really wrong with his life. Not that she knew anything about him.. But news traveled quickly around the Clans, especially at a Gathering.

Clans. Maybe I should've stuck with my own.

But no. Her mother said that Grass needed to start socializing with not just cats from her Clan, but from the other Clans, too. She normally stuck to herself and shared little words with her Clanmates, but that ended today. Grasspaw had never shared tongues with a cat from another Clan!

[Dust]

"Oh don't worry, I don't know what to do either. But I suppose it's just like talking with others in your own camp clearing. Except with cats from other clans as well." Rainpaw waved his tail excitedly in the air as he took in the Seastones. "Isn't this place absolutley amazing? And the sand!" Raibpaw dug his claws into the small grains underneath his paws. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. But I like it!" Rainpaw was in complete wonderment of the Seastones. But, the apprentice really was amazed by anything, even the smallest of surprises.


Badgerpaw couldn't help but laugh slightly at the other apprentices enthusiasm. It wasn't often that she met a peppy cat like this, especially with all the stress floating around the clan, but it was refreshing. Letting her own claws dig into the sand, the apprentice finally let her gaze wander around the seastones. It really was magnificent, why were they only allowed here during gatherings? Quietly murmuring in agreement, Badgerpaw glanced back at Rainpaw. "What clan are you from by the way?"

[Brilliance]

Hunterpaw was looking around the gathering with curious brown eyes, head tipped. The scent of the Clans all mingled. ThunderClan stood out to him the most, somewhat familiar, bringing back memories. Then there was ShadowClan. That Clan brought memories back, too, but not the good kind. Hunterpaw blinked, lost in thought, and jumped when he felt a tail on his shoulder, quickly looking up.

"Uh, yeah!" The Tom mewed quickly, returning his gaze to scan the clearing. "Gatherings are always fun." He said, almost vaguely. He was glad Ratheart had decided not to come, and couldnt help but wonder when his father would take off again. So far, he seemed content where he was. Hunter didnt know whether to be worried or not, but he shook it off and turned his attention back to the other Clans, keeping close to his mentor. His eyes flickered lightly across each pelt. Orange, black, white, gray, mixed colors. Different colored eyes too.

Hunterpaw felt his fur prickle suddenly, like he was being watched, and frowned, continuing his search around until his eyes rested on a group of cats near the edge of the Seastones, watching the leaders. All except one. One cat stood out, bright blue eyes piercing into Hunterpaw's brown ones, light gray pelt nearly hidden by shadows. It was unmistakable, but Hunterpaw had to blink a few times to ensure his eyes werent playing tricks on him, suddenly speechless, but he didnt move, just met the cat's eyes in silence. No way.

Springwind stared at Hunterpaw with an odd look. For a second he thought something was wrong with Hunterpaw, but he figured the tom was deep in thought. Then again, was Hunterpaw ever deep in thought? Whenever he wasn't with his best friend and half brother Curlypaw, the tom could be bearable. Easier to train. Springwind was still surprised that he even managed to land an apprentice. Hunterpaw was his own cat, and Springwind tried to keep him open to options. Lately, Hunterpaw seemed to be fading.

Instead of thinking too much of this, the tom twitched his ears. ''I love gatherings. So many other cats to meet. And, the only time when battles shouldn't be enacted, you know what I mean?'' Springwind called, breathing in the crisp air. Springwind longed for peace, it brought him in the past when he was with his brother. Albeit they were only apprentices, and Springpaw had been a shy feline then. Very bashful, while his brother Larkpaw been much more. Outstanding. Astonishing. Everyone wanted to be his friend. Springwind closed his eyes for a second, then opened them, staring at each cat and their uniqueness, despite being from different clans.

Springwind was about to say something else, but as he turned his head to look at Hunterpaw, he noticed his apprentice had been locked. Locked on something else. A huge distraction. Springwind gave the tom a quizzical look, tilting his head as he came near his apprentice again. ''Everything alright, Hunterpaw?'' What could have his gaze on lock? Surely he wasn't about to flirt with another she cat. Springwind had prepared himself for the worse, annoyance ebbing into him. Though he followed Hunterpaw's gaze as it landed to the other side. The shadowclan cats.

[bright !]

Grasspaw blinked, a little annoyed by this cat's attitude. StarClan, does he have any friends? "Yeah, I suppose you're right," the she-cat murmured in reply. "Keep your fur down.." Why in StarClan would this irritable cat act lime he was at war with the world? As far as she knew, nothing was really wrong with his life. Not that she knew anything about him.. But news traveled quickly around the Clans, especially at a Gathering.

Clans. Maybe I should've stuck with my own.

But no. Her mother said that Grass needed to start socializing with not just cats from her Clan, but from the other Clans, too. She normally stuck to herself and shared little words with her Clanmates, but that ended today. Grasspaw had never shared tongues with a cat from another Clan!


He would've shouted a 'Don't tell me what to do!' if it weren't for the warriors that could be watching and the scolding he'd be in for once he got back. Also, he should try to control himself for once. "Tch.." Is all he said as a reply, not quite making eye contact, but looking back up at the leaders that sat upon the large rocks. Tinypaw had also preferred to keep to himself, not even wanting anything to do with cats of his own clan. Let alone cats from other clans. Why should he if he was only going to end up having to tear their ears and kick them off of him one day?

It was the brutal truth, and they were being told the sweet lie. All cats who had made friends from another clan would learn that some day and regret even talking to them. What're they gonna do, kiss and make up? Act like nothing happened? No, you're forever competitors here. At least, this is what this apprentice believes. Sure, maybe knowing a cat here and there may be useful, but you shouldn't be getting too close. This is getting completely off topic.

[Random Melody]

Springwind stared at Hunterpaw with an odd look. For a second he thought something was wrong with Hunterpaw, but he figured the tom was deep in thought. Then again, was Hunterpaw ever deep in thought? Whenever he wasn't with his best friend and half brother Curlypaw, the tom could be bearable. Easier to train. Springwind was still surprised that he even managed to land an apprentice. Hunterpaw was his own cat, and Springwind tried to keep him open to options. Lately, Hunterpaw seemed to be fading.

Instead of thinking too much of this, the tom twitched his ears. ''I love gatherings. So many other cats to meet. And, the only time when battles shouldn't be enacted, you know what I mean?'' Springwind called, breathing in the crisp air. Springwind longed for peace, it brought him in the past when he was with his brother. Albeit they were only apprentices, and Springpaw had been a shy feline then. Very bashful, while his brother Larkpaw been much more. Outstanding. Astonishing. Everyone wanted to be his friend. Springwind closed his eyes for a second, then opened them, staring at each cat and their uniqueness, despite being from different clans.

Springwind was about to say something else, but as he turned his head to look at Hunterpaw, he noticed his apprentice had been locked. Locked on something else. A huge distraction. Springwind gave the tom a quizzical look, tilting his head as he came near his apprentice again. ''Everything alright, Hunterpaw?'' What could have his gaze on lock? Surely he wasn't about to flirt with another she cat. Springwind had prepared himself for the worse, annoyance ebbing into him. Though he followed Hunterpaw's gaze as it landed to the other side. The shadowclan cats.

Hunterpaw opened his mouth a little. He could hear Springwind talking to him. What was he saying? The apprentice tried desperately to move his gaze away from the she-cat's, his heart beginning to pound louder and faster, trying to answer his mentor, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, paws rooted to the ground. Even when the she-cat slowly slid from the shadows and began to approach, Hunterpaw couldnt move.

At all.

The light gray she-cat weaved around her Clanmates and a few other Clan cats, mewing apologies if she almost tripped over or onto someone as she neared Hunterpaw and Springwind. When she was only a few mouse-lengths away, she paused, gazing up at Springwind first. "Hello, there..." she mewed softly to the older warrior, before her eyes landed back on Hunterpaw, and her face softened.

Hunterpaw was still tense, gazing at the she-cat. "Wrenpaw," He finally managed to utter the one single name, nothing but disbelief in his tone. After all this time, moons of not seeing the first cat he'd ever truly loved, the real reason he'd given up any chance at finding someone to settle down with forever, the one cat who left him and not the other way around, he runs into her at a gathering. And he realized that it still hurt. Great StarClan, it hurt.

[Starfall]

[CENTER][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"]"Do you think Snowstar and Blazingstar will quarrel?" Breezerunner asked, nervousness lining her voice as she leaned closer to Sleepingcloud, the British Shorthair flicking her tail with unease as she watched the other cats make their way down the path and into the Gathering.
The warrior's gaze never left blazingstars fourm upon the rock, and it only grew sharper when Thunderclan leader jumped upon the rock herself. Afternoon a few seconds of watching the hostility between the two the Siberian tabby flicked his tail and turned his blue orbs upon breezerunner, the sky blue optics danced with worry and unease "I have no cloo to be honest. But those two wouldnta become leaders I feel they didn't learn ." he said quietly, although Sleepingcloud had faith in his leader he knew the orange tom wouldn't do anything that would potentially harm his clanmates.

(Open)
The brown newly made warrior slowly made his way through the cluster of felines, his pale green optics flicked with unease. It was slightly difficult for him to make his way through crowds like these, often times it ended up with him stepping on tails or paws or stepping right in between two cats who were interacting. The warrior let out a sigh and stopped, his ears perked and his eyes gazing off, focused on nothing but an empty space in front of him. Junipersight listened around for a bit till he found a sound free space, he assumed it meant that no one was occupying that space. The brown tom slunk over to the spot, leaves shielding the moon rays, and sat himself down elegantly, his tail wrapping around his paws. Although he didn't care much for hosting one he did like to listen to the conversations of others, though he knew it was rude to eavesdrop but not like he had nothing better to do.

(Open)
Redwillow skipped into the clearing, practically breathing down Grousestars back. He was excited, this was his first gathering and he'd never seen so many cats congregated in one space before, his green orbs flashed with excitement. He wasn't good in large groups but in the excitement he momentarily forgot his social awkwardness, until, of course, he remembered. The black, golden spotted warrior stoped and let out an awkward giggle, he wasn't used to the smells of the other clans, and by the looks of things and by the smell of things there seemed to only be two present at the moment. After a few seconds of looking around Redwillow found a nice spot near the edge of the congregation and looked up at the three leaders.

[Brilliance]

Hunterpaw opened his mouth a little. He could hear Springwind talking to him. What was he saying? The apprentice tried desperately to move his gaze away from the she-cat's, his heart beginning to pound louder and faster, trying to answer his mentor, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, paws rooted to the ground. Even when the she-cat slowly slid from the shadows and began to approach, Hunterpaw couldnt move.

At all.

The light gray she-cat weaved around her Clanmates and a few other Clan cats, mewing apologies if she almost tripped over or onto someone as she neared Hunterpaw and Springwind. When she was only a few mouse-lengths away, she paused, gazing up at Springwind first. "Hello, there..." she mewed softly to the older warrior, before her eyes landed back on Hunterpaw, and her face softened.

Hunterpaw was still tense, gazing at the she-cat. "Wrenpaw," He finally managed to utter the one single name, nothing but disbelief in his tone. After all this time, moons of not seeing the first cat he'd ever truly loved, the real reason he'd given up any chance at finding someone to settle down with forever, the one cat who left him and not the other way around, he runs into her at a gathering. And he realized that it still hurt. Great StarClan, it hurt.

Springwind stayed rooted to his spot. Staring at the two apprentices with a curious gaze. When the light grey feline appeared, the tom gave her a friendly gaze. He never met her before, but at looking at his own apprentice, he could tell the younger tom held some sort of feelings towards this she cat. She was apart of Shadowclan--and, normally Springwind wouldn't approve of Hunterpaw liking another cat. Especially from a different clan, but this was a gathering. A time of peace and to make friends so he allowed it to slide.

''Hello, um...?'' The tri tabby cat realized he didn't know her name. He never remembered seeing her before, but she was a pretty apprentice. Young. Probably around Hunterpaw's age, and she seemed sweet. Very nice, and easy to approach. Though Springwind still wondered what could possibly be wrong with Hunterpaw at this time. The tom quickly glanced at his apprentice, hearing the name of the she cat slip out. Wrenpaw, eh?

''Wrenpaw.'' Springwind cleared his throat upon hearing Hunterpaw say it. He managed to give her a much friendlier smile, thinking that the two were friends. ''I imagine that you want some alone time with Wrenpaw to talk Hunterpaw?'' Springwind flicked his tail, as he gazed at the two apprentices. He didn't want to be in their business. Business that he didn't notice too soon. Believe it or not, this tom was pretty clueless on any situation that was going on. ''I can leave the two of you alone to talk in peace if you'd like?'' He gently touched his snout upon Hunterpaw's shoulders.

[rubinaito]

The warrior's gaze never left blazingstars fourm upon the rock, and it only grew sharper when Thunderclan leader jumped upon the rock herself. Afternoon a few seconds of watching the hostility between the two the Siberian tabby flicked his tail and turned his blue orbs upon breezerunner, the sky blue optics danced with worry and unease "I have no cloo to be honest. But those two wouldnta become leaders I feel they didn't learn ." he said quietly, although Sleepingcloud had faith in his leader he knew the orange tom wouldn't do anything that would potentially harm his clanmates.

Breezerunner frowned thoughtfully, watching the two leaders silently.

[Random Melody]

Springwind stayed rooted to his spot. Staring at the two apprentices with a curious gaze. When the light grey feline appeared, the tom gave her a friendly gaze. He never met her before, but at looking at his own apprentice, he could tell the younger tom held some sort of feelings towards this she cat. She was apart of Shadowclan--and, normally Springwind wouldn't approve of Hunterpaw liking another cat. Especially from a different clan, but this was a gathering. A time of peace and to make friends so he allowed it to slide.

''Hello, um...?'' The tri tabby cat realized he didn't know her name. He never remembered seeing her before, but she was a pretty apprentice. Young. Probably around Hunterpaw's age, and she seemed sweet. Very nice, and easy to approach. Though Springwind still wondered what could possibly be wrong with Hunterpaw at this time. The tom quickly glanced at his apprentice, hearing the name of the she cat slip out. Wrenpaw, eh?

''Wrenpaw.'' Springwind cleared his throat upon hearing Hunterpaw say it. He managed to give her a much friendlier smile, thinking that the two were friends. ''I imagine that you want some alone time with Wrenpaw to talk Hunterpaw?'' Springwind flicked his tail, as he gazed at the two apprentices. He didn't want to be in their business. Business that he didn't notice too soon. Believe it or not, this tom was pretty clueless on any situation that was going on. ''I can leave the two of you alone to talk in peace if you'd like?'' He gently touched his snout upon Hunterpaw's shoulders.




"Oh, no, please, stay." Wrenpaw said immediately, becoming slight flustered. "I wont be long." She sighed, tilting her head as she gazed at Hunterpaw with kind blue eyes, a softness in them that could never be explained. She still loved him, completely adored him, but she also knew they could never be what they once were. "Hi, Hunter,"

"Hello." Hunterpaw mumbled, blinking faintly. He glanced up at his mentor and smiled, as if to say that he wanted Springwind to stay, because he did. After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "How's... How's your father?" He couldnt help it, the apprentice's tone turned faintly bitter. The mouse-brain that tore us apart.

"He's fine." Wrenpaw gazed at him, then glanced up at Springwind almost apologetically, knowing the warrior was probably very confused at this point. "Hunterpaw, its not his fault." She said quietly, as if guessing what the Tom was thinking.

Hunterpaw just shrugged as he stared at her, trying to think of something to say other then, "Well then who's fault was it? Why did you leave? Thats all i've ever wanted to know, Wrenpaw, why? Was I not good enough? Did I really mean nothing to you?

[Brilliance]

"Oh, no, please, stay." Wrenpaw said immediately, becoming slight flustered. "I wont be long." She sighed, tilting her head as she gazed at Hunterpaw with kind blue eyes, a softness in them that could never be explained. She still loved him, completely adored him, but she also knew they could never be what they once were. "Hi, Hunter,"

"Hello." Hunterpaw mumbled, blinking faintly. He glanced up at his mentor and smiled, as if to say that he wanted Springwind to stay, because he did. After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "How's... How's your father?" He couldnt help it, the apprentice's tone turned faintly bitter. The mouse-brain that tore us apart.

"He's fine." Wrenpaw gazed at him, then glanced up at Springwind almost apologetically, knowing the warrior was probably very confused at this point. "Hunterpaw, its not his fault." She said quietly, as if guessing what the Tom was thinking.

Hunterpaw just shrugged as he stared at her, trying to think of something to say other then, "Well then who's fault was it? Why did you leave? Thats all i've ever wanted to know, Wrenpaw, why? Was I not good enough? Did I really mean nothing to you?

Springwind stood there awkwardly as the two apprentices talk. ''Alright...if you say so,'' He flicked his ears, staying near Hunterpaw as the two talked. He tried not to pay attention to their conversation, so he allowed his eyes to gaze at the other warriors and apprentices at the gathering. First his eyes landed on many ginger tabbies, talking and having a great time among themselves. Then, his eyes trailed on the many different pelts of shades of brown. Some light brown, which was pretty, but Springwind found the darker brown shades a lot more mesmerizing. He didn't know why, but figured it was because it reminded him of Lovelorn. Her dark brown glowing like a shady red. He found those to be beautiful.

For a moment he watched as his own niece seemingly made friends of her own, just talking to the other apprentices from different clans. A bright smile was on her face, and her lightful green eyes staring curiously at everyone around her. Springwind's eyes trailed her pelt. Why did you leave Lovelorn? Why didn't you take her with you? At least don't leave a piece of you behind--it's unbearable to me! The tom snapped his hues shut for a moment. ''He's fine.'' That's what he had caught.

''Who's fine?'' Springwind asked, completely forgetting that this was not his conversation to have, but he had wondered who this...Wrenpaw was talking about. Besides that, he wanted to remain friendly to the two young apprentices. Hunterpaw looked lost for a moment, and Springwind wondered why he wasn't flirting with the pretty she cat. It had dawned on him that maybe...Hunterpaw was in love with this she cat. Just maybe he carried some blossoming feelings for her. Springwind wanted to ask him, but not while the she cat was in front of them. It would be embarrassing for Hunterpaw.

[Random Melody]

Springwind stood there awkwardly as the two apprentices talk. ''Alright...if you say so,'' He flicked his ears, staying near Hunterpaw as the two talked. He tried not to pay attention to their conversation, so he allowed his eyes to gaze at the other warriors and apprentices at the gathering. First his eyes landed on many ginger tabbies, talking and having a great time among themselves. Then, his eyes trailed on the many different pelts of shades of brown. Some light brown, which was pretty, but Springwind found the darker brown shades a lot more mesmerizing. He didn't know why, but figured it was because it reminded him of Lovelorn. Her dark brown glowing like a shady red. He found those to be beautiful.

For a moment he watched as his own niece seemingly made friends of her own, just talking to the other apprentices from different clans. A bright smile was on her face, and her lightful green eyes staring curiously at everyone around her. Springwind's eyes trailed her pelt. Why did you leave Lovelorn? Why didn't you take her with you? At least don't leave a piece of you behind--it's unbearable to me! The tom snapped his hues shut for a moment. ''He's fine.'' That's what he had caught.

''Who's fine?'' Springwind asked, completely forgetting that this was not his conversation to have, but he had wondered who this...Wrenpaw was talking about. Besides that, he wanted to remain friendly to the two young apprentices. Hunterpaw looked lost for a moment, and Springwind wondered why he wasn't flirting with the pretty she cat. It had dawned on him that maybe...Hunterpaw was in love with this she cat. Just maybe he carried some blossoming feelings for her. Springwind wanted to ask him, but not while the she cat was in front of them. It would be embarrassing for Hunterpaw.


"My father." Wrenpaw smiled up at Springwind. "He's not here, though. He's probably fast asleep back at camp." She glanced at Hunterpaw. "He's retired." She added, her voice kind of quiet now.

Hunterpaw didnt say anything for a moment, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. "Wrenpaw.." His voice trailed for a moment, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. Shaking his head, the apprentice sighed.

"I know." Wrenpaw sighed, watching him. "Hunterpaw, im sorry. I really am. But I had to leave." She sighed, causing Hunterpaw to scoff slightly.

"Why?" Hunterpaw gritted his teeth a little, trying to keep his voice from trembling. "Wait no. I forgot, because you have nothing left for you in WindClan. Thats right. Good to know where I stand."

"Hunter, no," Wrenpaw's eyes widened, her soft blue eyes meeting his. "I didnt mean it like that. I never meant to hurt you.." She trailed off, a deep frown on her face.

"Well you did!" Hunterpaw exclaimed, then pulled his head back a little and snapped his mouth shut. Wrenpaw sighed, gazing at him softly. She glanced up at Springwind, then looked back at Hunterpaw.

"Im sorry."

"Yeah," Hunterpaw glanced at her, then at Springwind, then over to where Alunapaw was briefly before looking back at Wrenpaw, his expression unreadable. "Me too."

[Momotaro]

Rosenose padded through the trees carefully, the Shadowclan molly was pregnant with her mate, Honeythistle's, kits. The beautiful gingerish red cat had lost him in the crowds, however, and without her mate by her side she began to worry. Where is he? What if a cat attacks me, and he can't protect me or the kits! What if he's in trouble! She kept up these worrying thoughts till she walked strait into a bush. Rosenose immediately jumped up in fear, the kits! The molly had always been frail, and quickly looked around for a medicine cat, though she was freaking out to much.

| starfall Junipersight? Or Redwillow |

[Brilliance]

"My father." Wrenpaw smiled up at Springwind. "He's not here, though. He's probably fast asleep back at camp." She glanced at Hunterpaw. "He's retired." She added, her voice kind of quiet now.

Hunterpaw didnt say anything for a moment, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. "Wrenpaw.." His voice trailed for a moment, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. Shaking his head, the apprentice sighed.

"I know." Wrenpaw sighed, watching him. "Hunterpaw, im sorry. I really am. But I had to leave." She sighed, causing Hunterpaw to scoff slightly.

"Why?" Hunterpaw gritted his teeth a little, trying to keep his voice from trembling. "Wait no. I forgot, because you have nothing left for you in WindClan. Thats right. Good to know where I stand."

"Hunter, no," Wrenpaw's eyes widened, her soft blue eyes meeting his. "I didnt mean it like that. I never meant to hurt you.." She trailed off, a deep frown on her face.

"Well you did!" Hunterpaw exclaimed, then pulled his head back a little and snapped his mouth shut. Wrenpaw sighed, gazing at him softly. She glanced up at Springwind, then looked back at Hunterpaw.

"Im sorry."

"Yeah," Hunterpaw glanced at her, then at Springwind, then over to where Alunapaw was briefly before looking back at Wrenpaw, his expression unreadable. "Me too."

Springwind gave a simple nod, awaiting to reply, but before he could Wrenpaw was talking to Hunterpaw. So, the tom stayed silent, and listened to their conversation. It was quite...surprising. Very surprising. Springwind didn't want to listen in, but his curiousity got the better of him. He never thought of his apprentice to be so...delicate. The way Hunterpaw stared at the she cat, seemingly blowing her off. It made Springwind look down at his own paws, speechless for words.

For a second, he felt like the odd man out. The third wheel. He didn't want to talk and ruin the conversation, but the gathering was something that was suppose to be peaceful not...dramatic. Though, Springwind knew that something happened between these two. Hunterpaw was in love with this apprentice. Springwind would had laughed--Hunterpaw...in love? It was such a hilarious thought that Springwind couldn't actually believe it himself. Hunterpaw was known as a flirt within his own clan. Every she cat apprentice knew it, and some even trailed behind him, wrapped around his paws and ready to morph when he wanted to.

Hunterpaw was quite the handsome cat, and Springwind knew that when he was a warrior practically every she cat would throw themselves at him, but Springwind also wanted his apprentice to follow his heart. And, his heart seemed to lie with this...Wrenpaw. Springwind stared at the light grey feline, feeling a bit suspicious--her, being from Shadowclan and all. When Hunterpaw made an outburst, Springwind flinched, and he gently rested his tail on Hunterpaw's flank to give him comfort. Springwind didn't want Hunterpaw to make the same mistake as him. The one that slipped away, only Springwind never had that she cat in his grasp, but here was Hunterpaw's old flame, wanting him to forgive her, but Hunterpaw was hurt. Springwind could see that, but the older tom kept quiet because it was none of his business. Just follow your heart. Love can be a painful thing, but if you allow her to slip away, you might be making a grand mistake.

[Random Melody]

Springwind gave a simple nod, awaiting to reply, but before he could Wrenpaw was talking to Hunterpaw. So, the tom stayed silent, and listened to their conversation. It was quite...surprising. Very surprising. Springwind didn't want to listen in, but his curiousity got the better of him. He never thought of his apprentice to be so...delicate. The way Hunterpaw stared at the she cat, seemingly blowing her off. It made Springwind look down at his own paws, speechless for words.

For a second, he felt like the odd man out. The third wheel. He didn't want to talk and ruin the conversation, but the gathering was something that was suppose to be peaceful not...dramatic. Though, Springwind knew that something happened between these two. Hunterpaw was in love with this apprentice. Springwind would had laughed--Hunterpaw...in love? It was such a hilarious thought that Springwind couldn't actually believe it himself. Hunterpaw was known as a flirt within his own clan. Every she cat apprentice knew it, and some even trailed behind him, wrapped around his paws and ready to morph when he wanted to.

Hunterpaw was quite the handsome cat, and Springwind knew that when he was a warrior practically every she cat would throw themselves at him, but Springwind also wanted his apprentice to follow his heart. And, his heart seemed to lie with this...Wrenpaw. Springwind stared at the light grey feline, feeling a bit suspicious--her, being from Shadowclan and all. When Hunterpaw made an outburst, Springwind flinched, and he gently rested his tail on Hunterpaw's flank to give him comfort. Springwind didn't want Hunterpaw to make the same mistake as him. The one that slipped away, only Springwind never had that she cat in his grasp, but here was Hunterpaw's old flame, wanting him to forgive her, but Hunterpaw was hurt. Springwind could see that, but the older tom kept quiet because it was none of his business. Just follow your heart. Love can be a painful thing, but if you allow her to slip away, you might be making a grand mistake.


Hunterpaw took a deep breath, looking up slightly and giving Springwind a grateful glance, unconsciously moving closer to his mentor as he looked at Wrenpaw. "Look, Wrenpaw, I.."

"I know. I hurt you." Wrenpaw gazed at him softly. "Nothing I say will take that back." Hunterpaw nodded a little bit, not meeting her gaze, and Wrenpaw continued. "But I can still apologize and hope for the best."

"You always hope for the best, Wrenpaw." Hunterpaw muttered. "That's what I liked about you." He looked down for a moment.

"Im not trying to get you back, Hunter." Wrenpaw said quietly. "I know its too late, and it would never work out, seeing as we're in different Clans. But I am sorry." She looked up at Springwind. "Im sorry to you, too." She added gently. "I wish you both well."

"Gonna walk out again?" Hunterpaw muttered, and Wrenpaw gave him a soft glance before padding forward, and pressing her nose to his cheek. This time, Hunterpaw didnt pull away.

"You deserve better." Wrenpaw whispered to him. "You deserve something I cannot give you, Hunter. Find the perfect girl, and hold onto her. Trust me, if it was meant to be... I wouldnt walk away. But I know its not, so I have to." Wrenpaw pulled back, and smiled gently before turning and heading off, slipping back into the crowd of ShadowClan cats.

Hunterpaw sheathed his claws, which he hadnt noticed he'd been digging into the ground this whole time, and shook his head vigorously, ears flattening slightly. Her words rang in his ears as he stared after her, his eyes flickering with both pain and confusion as he let his tensed shoulders drop.

[Brilliance]

Hunterpaw took a deep breath, looking up slightly and giving Springwind a grateful glance, unconsciously moving closer to his mentor as he looked at Wrenpaw. "Look, Wrenpaw, I.."

"I know. I hurt you." Wrenpaw gazed at him softly. "Nothing I say will take that back." Hunterpaw nodded a little bit, not meeting her gaze, and Wrenpaw continued. "But I can still apologize and hope for the best."

"You always hope for the best, Wrenpaw." Hunterpaw muttered. "That's what I liked about you." He looked down for a moment.

"Im not trying to get you back, Hunter." Wrenpaw said quietly. "I know its too late, and it would never work out, seeing as we're in different Clans. But I am sorry." She looked up at Springwind. "Im sorry to you, too." She added gently. "I wish you both well."

"Gonna walk out again?" Hunterpaw muttered, and Wrenpaw gave him a soft glance before padding forward, and pressing her nose to his cheek. This time, Hunterpaw didnt pull away.

"You deserve better." Wrenpaw whispered to him. "You deserve something I cannot give you, Hunter. Find the perfect girl, and hold onto her. Trust me, if it was meant to be... I wouldnt walk away. But I know its not, so I have to." Wrenpaw pulled back, and smiled gently before turning and heading off, slipping back into the crowd of ShadowClan cats.

Hunterpaw sheathed his claws, which he hadnt noticed he'd been digging into the ground this whole time, and shook his head vigorously, ears flattening slightly. Her words rang in his ears as he stared after her, his eyes flickering with both pain and confusion as he let his tensed shoulders drop.

Springwind stared as Wrenpaw talked to Hunterpaw, giving her a respectful nod as he saw her walk away. That was...depressing to him. He never been in the middle of a...what type of talk was that? A heartbroken conversation? Springwind knew it had to be. After all, Hunterpaw's feelings were showing, something that Springwind never saw before, or when he was with Ratheart, his father. The poor tom been through so much. ''I'm sorry, Hunter.'' Springwind said, his voice soft as he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding.

''She seemed like something special.'' The tom added, his eyes trailing behind the light grey she cat as she made her way back towards the Shadowclan cats. Then his eyes slowly moved back over to Hunterpaw. ''Who was she to you?'' Of course, Springwind knew this at the given affection that Wrenpaw gave Hunterpaw, but Springwind wanted to hear it from his apprentice himself. He wanted to know about Hunterpaw more. This side of him that he didn't know.

A side that a she cat held to him. His heart. Fragile and delicate. Needed to be handled with care. ''Are you sure you're doing the right thing?'' Springwind flicked his ears. ''After all, the one you love and let go...they may never come back.'' He spoke distantly, having to think about Lovelorn once more. Even if he wasn't the one who she loved in return, he always felt that he let her down. He had let her go. She let him go first, unintentionally, but it still happened one way or the other. ''Though I don't approve that she's from another clan, but if she makes you happy you need to learn to forgive and forget. Living in the past is such a bitter place, and it's not something we can change, Hunterpaw. But, soon you would be a warrior, and you'll make your own decisions. I just want you to be thoughtful and not rash, alright.'' Because you'll always be like a son to me. Springwind provided a soft smile, flicking his tail to graze the top of the apprentice's head. ''Just follow your heart, wherever it may lead you.''

[Random Melody]

Springwind stared as Wrenpaw talked to Hunterpaw, giving her a respectful nod as he saw her walk away. That was...depressing to him. He never been in the middle of a...what type of talk was that? A heartbroken conversation? Springwind knew it had to be. After all, Hunterpaw's feelings were showing, something that Springwind never saw before, or when he was with Ratheart, his father. The poor tom been through so much. ''I'm sorry, Hunter.'' Springwind said, his voice soft as he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding.

''She seemed like something special.'' The tom added, his eyes trailing behind the light grey she cat as she made her way back towards the Shadowclan cats. Then his eyes slowly moved back over to Hunterpaw. ''Who was she to you?'' Of course, Springwind knew this at the given affection that Wrenpaw gave Hunterpaw, but Springwind wanted to hear it from his apprentice himself. He wanted to know about Hunterpaw more. This side of him that he didn't know.

A side that a she cat held to him. His heart. Fragile and delicate. Needed to be handled with care. ''Are you sure you're doing the right thing?'' Springwind flicked his ears. ''After all, the one you love and let go...they may never come back.'' He spoke distantly, having to think about Lovelorn once more. Even if he wasn't the one who she loved in return, he always felt that he let her down. He had let her go. She let him go first, unintentionally, but it still happened one way or the other. ''Though I don't approve that she's from another clan, but if she makes you happy you need to learn to forgive and forget. Living in the past is such a bitter place, and it's not something we can change, Hunterpaw. But, soon you would be a warrior, and you'll make your own decisions. I just want you to be thoughtful and not rash, alright.'' Because you'll always be like a son to me. Springwind provided a soft smile, flicking his tail to graze the top of the apprentice's head. ''Just follow your heart, wherever it may lead you.''

"Dont be sorry." Hunterpaw sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. For a moment, he just let himself trail off. Her sweet scent still lingered softly in the air, creating a dull ache in his chest. And her blue eyes flashed in his mind, sensitive and sweet, and caring, but also the side of her that was mischievous and fun-loving. Wrenpaw had different personalities, each one Hunterpaw truly adored. And her voice... Her voice like honey, soft and smooth with the sweetest ring to it. Yeah, Hunterpaw said those things about alot of cats, but Wrenpaw was the only one he meant it to. Hunterpaw knew in his heart he'd never get over her, but he also knew she was right. It wasnt meant to be.

Springwind's next words brought Hunterpaw out of his thoughts, and he opened his eyes to blink up at his mentor. "She is special." He sighed, glancing after Wrenpaw as another ache went through his chest. "She was... Everything." He admitted, shaking his head a little. "But it doesnt matter now, does it?" He sighed, then looked up when Springwind spoke again, and shrugged.

"Its not like its up to me." Hunterpaw pointed out. "Im not mad, and there's nothing to forgive. Its just one of those things that should happen, but wont, because, well thats life for you." His gaze trailed after Wrenpaw, and he sighed. "No matter how much you want something to happen, sometimes it just doesnt, and that's... The way it should be. She's in ShadowClan, im in WindClan. And she's not going to leave her father or ShadowClan, and im.." Hunterpaw shook his head. "Not willing to leave WindClan either." He shrugged and lowered his head, giving his chest fur a quick lick. "Because this is where my heart lies, not with some she-cat." At least, not all of it.

[Brilliance]

"Dont be sorry." Hunterpaw sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. For a moment, he just let himself trail off. Her sweet scent still lingered softly in the air, creating a dull ache in his chest. And her blue eyes flashed in his mind, sensitive and sweet, and caring, but also the side of her that was mischievous and fun-loving. Wrenpaw had different personalities, each one Hunterpaw truly adored. And her voice... Her voice like honey, soft and smooth with the sweetest ring to it. Yeah, Hunterpaw said those things about alot of cats, but Wrenpaw was the only one he meant it to. Hunterpaw knew in his heart he'd never get over her, but he also knew she was right. It wasnt meant to be.

Springwind's next words brought Hunterpaw out of his thoughts, and he opened his eyes to blink up at his mentor. "She is special." He sighed, glancing after Wrenpaw as another ache went through his chest. "She was... Everything." He admitted, shaking his head a little. "But it doesnt matter now, does it?" He sighed, then looked up when Springwind spoke again, and shrugged.

"Its not like its up to me." Hunterpaw pointed out. "Im not mad, and there's nothing to forgive. Its just one of those things that should happen, but wont, because, well thats life for you." His gaze trailed after Wrenpaw, and he sighed. "No matter how much you want something to happen, sometimes it just doesnt, and that's... The way it should be. She's in ShadowClan, im in WindClan. And she's not going to leave her father or ShadowClan, and im.." Hunterpaw shook his head. "Not willing to leave WindClan either." He shrugged and lowered his head, giving his chest fur a quick lick. "Because this is where my heart lies, not with some she-cat." At least, not all of it.

''Well,'' Springwind softly chuckled, ''Look at you. You've grown wiser by the second.'' The tom almost felt pride swell in him when he heard Hunterpaw's words. Those were what he wanted to hear. He did not enjoy the tom flirting with every target that caught his eye. He knew it was simply an apprentice's game, but it was still attached to feelings on another cat. Springwind himself never understood it, but did that matter? Maybe it did not.

''Depends,'' Springwind licked his jaws. ''It will always matter. Because she was your first love, it hurts. And, trust me...I know a lot about heartbreak. Especially when the feeling wasn't returned, but Wrenpaw still adores you. She still loves you, and I doubt it would be easy for her to move on.'' Springwind said, looking into the distant. He let out a sigh. Watching the two apprentices made the tom think of Lovelorn. Her glossy brownish fur flowing in the wind, and her piercing green eyes friendly with a hint of fire to them. She was everything to him. The she cat that he deemed got away. She is everything.

''The future has a way of morphing things whether we like it or not.'' Springwind shrugged. The tom was open to options. He didn't know what would happen. Maybe Hunterpaw would leave Windclan to find a more suitable clan, or that he would meet Wrenpaw again and she would join Windclan to be his mate. Springwind thought that would be a happy ending for the two. But this was only because Springwind didn't want Hunterpaw to be hurt. This kit, that he knew all too well, who he grew attached to when Alunapaw was a newborn, and the tom himself was only two moons old at the time. Springwind took care, played with Hunterpaw and his sister, Breezepaw. He had adored these two kits as if they were his own. Seeing that Hunterpaw was hurt, did not settle within Springwind. It was like seeing his own kin hurt, and he never wanted to see Lovelorn's doppelganger get torn apart. Just like he didn't want that for Hunterpaw. ''Life can be pretty...spontaneous, heh.'' Springwind snorted. ''You're cutting yourself short, Hunterpaw. As happy as I am to hear you say those words--and I'm truly am happy, but I just want you to understand that anything is possible. Windclan is your home after all.'' The tom nodded. ''But it's only a place. Your true home lies with the cats you care about. Your true home is your heart, and that's the only place you should follow--and listen to because...I mean, it could be your North star. Wrenpaw seems like a really nice girl. Polite, sweet, very charming--I would had indeed made her your potential mate if she were in Windclan.'' Springwind chuckled, but noticed himself as he was stirring away from the conversation. In all honesty, he felt that Hunterpaw and Wrenpaw belonged together. And, if she weren't in Shadowclan, the tom wouldn't have minded giving their relationship a little boost. ''Alright, enough of this sappy talk, you know what I mean? Almost having a grown warrior cry over here.'' He lashed his tail, and gave himself a couple licks to calm down his fur.

[ShiningFern]

Ashpaw made his way into the Gathering area behind the rest of the Shadowclan cats. The large 6 moons old cat grinned, this was his first gathering, and already he seemed to like it. He sat down near some other apprentices and looked around. His parents had let him come to the gathering,
he forgot if they let his brother too. It didn't matter. His mother and father were already having more kits too. Eww, more siblings. Ashpaw shook his head slightly, pushing his thoughts out of his head. (OPEN)

Ravenwind sighed as more cats flooded into the area, just making things more crowded. She couldn't even see most of her own clanmates anymore. She grumbled slightly to herself as cats sat down around her, knowing she might end up having to talk to them. Her blue eyes narrowed for a second before going back to normal. (OPEN)

[Brilliance]

{All are open ^^'' }

Another gathering, another chance to make some awesome friends! Splotchfeather's ears perked at the other cats. As Grousestar made his way towards the other leaders, Splotchfeather watched in awe as the leaders looked grand in their spot. She tilted her head, a small smile gracing her face as she stared in them. They all looked...stunning. The she cat had to admit that to herself, and for a second she envisioned herself standing on that rock. Looking down at each and every cat, discussing things with the other leaders, laughing and having a great time. It dawned on her that she would have to become a leader in order for all that to happen. Thinking upon that, the she cat shook her head vigorously. Splotchfeather definitely did not have the responsibility or mindset that a leader was supposed to have. In fact, she enjoyed serving as a warrior for Skyclan.

Her yellow gaze danced from one pelt to another. Potential friends as she deemed them, but she fell in line with her clan, amazed at the other cats surrounding her. She wondered if Greystep was there. She haven't talked to him in a while, and she actually missed his company. Her thoughts were shifted when she found a falling leaf in the distance, her gaze following it as it landed to the ground. Normally, she would chase after it. Like a kit, filled with a fascination for the world, but she kept her pace, moving gracefully within the crowd of the clan. She was happy to mingle. The only problem was? Seeking out a cat that was ready for her presence.

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Royalflash proudly bounded his way into the gathering. The young ginger maine coon was excited to get some trouble done, but his father repeatedly told him to remain on his good behavior. ''You represent Shadowclan. Show all the other clans that you are...at least good for something.'' Honeythistle was always hard on him, which made Royalflash become even more obnoxious. The recently made warrior had only been a warrior for two moons, and he was constantly causing mischief. Royalflash had a slick attitude, but he always managed to remain undefeated.

Since his father was practically known for his polygamous lifestyle, Royalflash has many ''mothers'' his true mother being the feisty and bossy Strawberrythorn. Royalflash didn't know if his brother was making the gathering, but he walked alongside Sunrisedapple. She was the eldest of all of them, and she was the most quiet. Like she was hiding something. Royalflash flashed his green golden gaze towards his older half-sister for a moment, before he flicked them to the rest of the crowd. He wondered if the rest of his family came. A gathering was no chance to meet. For Royalflash he loved meeting the other clans. The more cats to mess with, the better the fun would be. And, at the moment, as he was padding beside Sunrisedapple, he was looking for his next victim to annoy.

[vellichor]

Royalflash proudly bounded his way into the gathering. The young ginger maine coon was excited to get some trouble done, but his father repeatedly told him to remain on his good behavior. ''You represent Shadowclan. Show all the other clans that you are...at least good for something.'' Honeythistle was always hard on him, which made Royalflash become even more obnoxious. The recently made warrior had only been a warrior for two moons, and he was constantly causing mischief. Royalflash had a slick attitude, but he always managed to remain undefeated.

Since his father was practically known for his polygamous lifestyle, Royalflash has many ''mothers'' his true mother being the feisty and bossy Strawberrythorn. Royalflash didn't know if his brother was making the gathering, but he walked alongside Sunrisedapple. She was the eldest of all of them, and she was the most quiet. Like she was hiding something. Royalflash flashed his green golden gaze towards his older half-sister for a moment, before he flicked them to the rest of the crowd. He wondered if the rest of his family came. A gathering was no chance to meet. For Royalflash he loved meeting the other clans. The more cats to mess with, the better the fun would be. And, at the moment, as he was padding beside Sunrisedapple, he was looking for his next victim to annoy.


Wavesplash's dark blue hues darted around the Gathering Place anxiously. It bounced from pelt to pelt, face to face. 'Who to talk to... what to say...' The lines repeated themselves over and over in her head. Her paws kneaded nervously into the ground. Her plumed tail flicked with nervousness. It was clear the molly was anxious.

This was the norm, though. Wavesplash was almost always overthinking things. From catching a mouse to the Gathering, she was an over thinker to the end. Her eyes finally landed on a tom, a ShadowClan one to be exact. It looked like he had an air of... disapproval around him. With a small tongue swipe of her blue-gray fur, she walked over to the tom. She attempted to look like she wasn't nervous. Her cloudy blue gaze only showed hints of her inner paranoia as she approached. "Hello...?" she asked questioningly, hinting at him to give her his name.

[Brilliance]

Wavesplash's dark blue hues darted around the Gathering Place anxiously. It bounced from pelt to pelt, face to face. 'Who to talk to... what to say...' The lines repeated themselves over and over in her head. Her paws kneaded nervously into the ground. Her plumed tail flicked with nervousness. It was clear the molly was anxious.

This was the norm, though. Wavesplash was almost always overthinking things. From catching a mouse to the Gathering, she was an over thinker to the end. Her eyes finally landed on a tom, a ShadowClan one to be exact. It looked like he had an air of... disapproval around him. With a small tongue swipe of her blue-gray fur, she walked over to the tom. She attempted to look like she wasn't nervous. Her cloudy blue gaze only showed hints of her inner paranoia as she approached. "Hello...?" she asked questioningly, hinting at him to give her his name.


Royalflash managed to sneak away from behind his father, leaving the side of Sunrisedapple as he lingered in the back of the line of Shadowclan. He strayed away--like he normally did. Honestly, the tom believed that he would be an awesome loner. That way he could live by his own rules, but being as young as he was, his father would had definitely disagree. And, his mother wouldn't approve anyway. Crimsonblaze? Perhaps, would cheer him on. His brother always managed to annoy, yet amuse at different times.

As he allowed the Shadowclan cats to mingle, the ginger tom practically jumped at a voice from around him. He turned his golden green gaze onto a she cat. He tried to determine which clan she was from, but did that really matter to him? Royalflash didn't care much about that. He wasn't really a nice cat when first meeting him. He stared at the she cat longer than he intended, giving her a confused look as to say Why is she talking to me? But, he didn't allow these words to slip out. They would be considered rude, and it would make Royalflash laugh. Even though he was somewhat nice, he was known as a trouble maker. A prank master. He gave the she cat a grim expression until his frown turned into a smirk. Perhaps, it would be fun to play with her. ''You talking to me?'' He asked, flashing a charming smile. Oh, how his charming personality contradicted with his troubling one. His brother was the more flirty of the two, managing to catch every she cat that passed their way. And, Royalflash? Flirted whenever he wanted to, but left that department for his brother to conquer. In all honesty, he didn't think any she cat was worth flirting with. Playing with? Most certainly. Because games were fun.

[goddess of ducks]

Flickerheart glanced over at the tom as he walked slowly over to where the shorthair was sitting. His mind seemed elsewhere.. Did he even know where he was going? Mouse-brain! But the cat had waves of worry and regret coming off of him- he least the she-cat could do was ask what was wrong.
Flickerheart cleared her throat and said, "Hey. I'm Flickerheart." It was a really dumb conversation starter, but she hoped it was enough to get the SkyClan tom's head out of the clouds and- hopefully, but not likely- make a new friend, or, acquaintance.

Cliffheart, more worried now for his mate and kit, almost completely missed the introduction offered by the tom cat. His pale green eyes shifted back into focus, and his pale green eyes were in slits. He turned his dusty head to the warrior and gave a half hearted smile. "I'm Cliffheart." He offered back. He then shifted his position, so that his twisted leg sat further under him. He didn't exactly feel like explaining that to everyone, even though the position was highly uncomfortable. He gave a sniff, his nostrils flaring as he did so. That way it would be obvious he was checking the other cats scent. Twitching his whiskers he sighed. "Um, please forgive me, but being in Skyclan, I haven't figured out all the scents yet. Which Clan are you from?" He asked, his tone polite and welcoming, unlike most of the present Thunderclan and Windclan cats. But Skyclan didn't seem to know much of the happenings within the four Clans.


Ashpaw made his way into the Gathering area behind the rest of the Shadowclan cats. The large 6 moons old cat grinned, this was his first gathering, and already he seemed to like it. He sat down near some other apprentices and looked around. His parents had let him come to the gathering,
he forgot if they let his brother too. It didn't matter. His mother and father were already having more kits too. Eww, more siblings. Ashpaw shook his head slightly, pushing his thoughts out of his head. (OPEN)


Peachpaw, who sat over the the corner by herself, just sat there. She was completely overwhelmed at the sight of the whole place and she loved watching it unfold before her. At one point she caught glimpse of her mother, and she had beckoned the apprentice down, but Peachpaw had stayed. She needed to interact though, she looked like a creep sitting up here staring at everyone. This was her first gathering and it was time to make the most of it. She stood up, fluffy cream and oranges flared tail waved high above her. She trotted down into the mass of cats and searched around, her dark blue eyes looking for some cat. Then she found one, a cat that looked closer to her age. As she approached them, she tried, as Blackice had to,d her, to find their Clan scent, but it was too mingled from all the cats here. She started off with a friendly wave of her tail. "Hello!" She chirped happily. "I'm Peachpaw, and it's nice to meet you!" Bright and cheery, just like always.

[RedHead]

Badgerpaw couldn't help but laugh slightly at the other apprentices enthusiasm. It wasn't often that she met a peppy cat like this, especially with all the stress floating around the clan, but it was refreshing. Letting her own claws dig into the sand, the apprentice finally let her gaze wander around the seastones. It really was magnificent, why were they only allowed here during gatherings? Quietly murmuring in agreement, Badgerpaw glanced back at Rainpaw. "What clan are you from by the way?"

Rainpaw purred happily as the other apprentice laughed, even though it was slightly. At her question, Rainpaw cocked his head slightly. Did she not recognize Windclan scent coming off of him? Or maybe she was younger, and hadn't been to the border as much times as Rainpaw had. Before the contention between the two clans started that is. "I'm from Windclan. And you're from Thunderclan, right?" Might as well make sure his suspicions were true!



Royalflash proudly bounded his way into the gathering. The young ginger maine coon was excited to get some trouble done, but his father repeatedly told him to remain on his good behavior. ''You represent Shadowclan. Show all the other clans that you are...at least good for something.'' Honeythistle was always hard on him, which made Royalflash become even more obnoxious. The recently made warrior had only been a warrior for two moons, and he was constantly causing mischief. Royalflash had a slick attitude, but he always managed to remain undefeated.

Since his father was practically known for his polygamous lifestyle, Royalflash has many ''mothers'' his true mother being the feisty and bossy Strawberrythorn. Royalflash didn't know if his brother was making the gathering, but he walked alongside Sunrisedapple. She was the eldest of all of them, and she was the most quiet. Like she was hiding something. Royalflash flashed his green golden gaze towards his older half-sister for a moment, before he flicked them to the rest of the crowd. He wondered if the rest of his family came. A gathering was no chance to meet. For Royalflash he loved meeting the other clans. The more cats to mess with, the better the fun would be. And, at the moment, as he was padding beside Sunrisedapple, he was looking for his next victim to annoy.

Crimsonblaze followed closely behind his half-sister, pushing past her as he watched his brother disappear. "Bet he's off to cause trouble, right Sunrise?" The white and ginger tom purred in amusement. While Crimson could get away with his endless flirting, Royalflash never seemed to be able to get away with his mischief-making. Especially when their mother was around. Steawberrythorn had eyes like a Hawks, constantly watching, and her tongue was sharp enough to slice through a tree. Figuratively of course. Though, Strawberrythorn wasn't at this gathering, due to the recent birth of Crimsonblaze's two sisters, Flykit and Palekit. Leaving only thier father, Honeythistle, to watch after his kits. So Royalflash might be able to get away with something this time.
Turning to Sunrisedapple once more, Crimsonblaze flicked his tail around the clearing. "Which she-cat looks ready to meet her dream come true?"

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[Open below this point]
Bristledawn had followed her leader to the Seastones. The creamy feline was especially excited about this gathering. It would be her first one since becoming a warrior! She still remember her warrior ceremony, clear and bright as day in her memory. Her and her brother had been so excited. As she shook put her fur, Bristledawn let her astonishing blue gaze take around the clearing for any sign of social activity. She needed to talk to someone, she hadn't been getting out much lately.
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Springingsky sauntered into the clearing, her blue eyes scanning everyone quickly as she passed them. The senior warrior was not afraid to judge, it was a lifestyle she had adopted. Besides, everycat judged in their heads, no matter how hard they tried not to. So Sprinfingsky supposed she could be a little more open about it. The feline sat down in a nice comfortable spot next to a large bush, wrapping her tail nearly around her paws. She would welcome any company, but they should be prepared for her attitude.

[ShiningFern]

Peachpaw, who sat over the the corner by herself, just sat there. She was completely overwhelmed at the sight of the whole place and she loved watching it unfold before her. At one point she caught glimpse of her mother, and she had beckoned the apprentice down, but Peachpaw had stayed. She needed to interact though, she looked like a creep sitting up here staring at everyone. This was her first gathering and it was time to make the most of it. She stood up, fluffy cream and oranges flared tail waved high above her. She trotted down into the mass of cats and searched around, her dark blue eyes looking for some cat. Then she found one, a cat that looked closer to her age. As she approached them, she tried, as Blackice had to,d her, to find their Clan scent, but it was too mingled from all the cats here. She started off with a friendly wave of her tail. "Hello!" She chirped happily. "I'm Peachpaw, and it's nice to meet you!" Bright and cheery, just like always.


Ashpaw flicked his ear, noticing the fluffy shecat that soon introduced herself as Peachpaw to him. "Hello, Peachpaw. I am Ashpaw.
Honestly, I thought there would be more cats here at the gathering, but I don't know if all the clans are even here. It is my first one." He said, looking at the pretty shecat. She seemed nice enough to him, but he was wary. He had seen some of his relatives before she had walked over but didn't want to go over to them and seem like a kit for having no one to talk to. "So, what clan are you from? I can't tell because of all the scents." The gray Maine Coon mix asked, wrapping his darker gray tail around his paws.

[Brilliance]

Crimsonblaze followed closely behind his half-sister, pushing past her as he watched his brother disappear. "Bet he's off to cause trouble, right Sunrise?" The white and ginger tom purred in amusement. While Crimson could get away with his endless flirting, Royalflash never seemed to be able to get away with his mischief-making. Especially when their mother was around. Steawberrythorn had eyes like a Hawks, constantly watching, and her tongue was sharp enough to slice through a tree. Figuratively of course. Though, Strawberrythorn wasn't at this gathering, due to the recent birth of Crimsonblaze's two sisters, Flykit and Palekit. Leaving only thier father, Honeythistle, to watch after his kits. So Royalflash might be able to get away with something this time.
Turning to Sunrisedapple once more, Crimsonblaze flicked his tail around the clearing. "Which she-cat looks ready to meet her dream come true?"



Sunrisedapple hadn't noticed that Royalflash was off, but she almost growled when someone pushed her aside, and only realizing that it was her younger half-brother. The she cat let out an audible sigh as she stared at Crimsonblaze with a roll of her eyes. The two brothers were so full of themselves! It got on the dappled pelted feline's nerves. Definitely like their father she could tell. Although Crimsonblaze was more of she-cats' dreamy type. He seemed to have the type of aura that made all the she cats tumbling after him like sweet honey. Whereas, Royalflash was more of the bad-boy type, causing trouble, like to flirt, but being oblivious when another catch feelings. To Sunrisedapple, both of the brothers were out their minds. They needed to be knocked down a peg or two, but since she was a she cat. They wouldn't listen to her, so she kept quiet and continued to walk behind her father, who held his head proudly like he owned the place. ''Dream?'' She snorted, only loud enough for Crimsonblaze to hear. ''I think they would run away when they see you. You're anything but a dream. A nightmare would be more accurate.'' She giggled, softly.

[goddess of ducks]

Ashpaw flicked his ear, noticing the fluffy shecat that soon introduced herself as Peachpaw to him. "Hello, Peachpaw. I am Ashpaw.
Honestly, I thought there would be more cats here at the gathering, but I don't know if all the clans are even here. It is my first one." He said, looking at the pretty shecat. She seemed nice enough to him, but he was wary. He had seen some of his relatives before she had walked over but didn't want to go over to them and seem like a kit for having no one to talk to. "So, what clan are you from? I can't tell because of all the scents." The gray Maine Coon mix asked, wrapping his darker gray tail around his paws.

Peachpaw smiled softly and gave a small dip of her head. "Nice to meet you too Ashpaw." She gave a warm smile to him. Then as he talked about the leaders, she looked up to the Seastones. "Well, Blazingstar is here. And three others. But I don't know who they are." She then turned her gaze back to the tom. "Oh, I'm from Windclan." She replied nicely. "Which one are you from? Wait, wait....it's your first Gathering? Whoa! It's my first one too!" She chirped excitedly. Good to know she wasn't the only newbie here.

[Lilac]

(Open)
Frostedpaw bounced excitedly into seastones in the back of the Skyclan patrol. No one she really knew was coming tonight, so she was lonely. But she pushed those thoughts away and became excited. When she sat down, she looked around hoping for someone to talk to. So she never missed a chance to talk.

(Open)
Sparkpaw wandered into Seastones excitedly. Every scent caught her attention. She caught the scents of the other clans, all strange and new. She longed to to go of in every single direction, and explore like a kit, as this was her first gathering. She looked around, waiting to find someone to talk to.

[Charmer]

Skypaw blinked. "Cherrypaw..." He repeated. "That's a nice name. Im Skypaw." He mewed shyly. He was afraid he might embarrass himself. "Who's that?" He asked,
pointing with his tail to the brown warrior.

"Nice to meet you, Skypaw," meowed Cherrypaw with some ease, already taking a liking her fellow apprentice. "This is Tigerdawn, my mentor." When she mentioned Tigerdawn. "How is the prey running in Windclan?"

[ShiningFern]

Peachpaw smiled softly and gave a small dip of her head. "Nice to meet you too Ashpaw." She gave a warm smile to him. Then as he talked about the leaders, she looked up to the Seastones. "Well, Blazingstar is here. And three others. But I don't know who they are." She then turned her gaze back to the tom. "Oh, I'm from Windclan." She replied nicely. "Which one are you from? Wait, wait....it's your first Gathering? Whoa! It's my first one too!" She chirped excitedly. Good to know she wasn't the only newbie here.

Ashpaw smiled gently, looking at the shecat as she explained what clan she was from. "Oh. I am from Shadowclan. Halestar is up there with your leader." He said, "And I am sure there are a lot of other apprentices that are here for the first time at every Gathering." He was actually slightly happy it was her first time too, someone he could share the experience with. He was still slightly shocked at the massive amount of cats that came into the area so quickly. It was hard to tell what clan the cats nearby were from because of the mingling scents.

[BluBunnie]

Onyxwhisper took a deep breath, this was her first Gathering as deputy. Her green hues had followed Blazingstar for a few moments. She wasn't sure exactly what to do, Onyxwhisper wasn't much of a talker. She spent a few moments observing the area, she had been here so many times before. Yet, this time it was very different. Her stomach filled with knots before another clans scent hit her nose, Thunderclan had arrived. The tensions between two clans were high but she hoped no fighting started tonight. After Thunderclan arrived, the scent of Skyclan was close behind them. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, Thunderclan and Windclan wouldn't be left in the clearing by themselves. Onyxwhisper realized she had been standing in one spot just staring off into space while she was thinking. She folded her ears back in embarrassment and began to make her way closer towards the leaders.

[Bracken12]

Stormpaw glanced nervously from side to side. Back at home, he would go up to any cat and just talk to them, here? He would have to have eaten catmint. Startled by a loud greeting, he flung himself back and bumped into a huge Riverclan tom with green eyes (Brackenheart is making an show, not roleplaying him here this time). "What where you go Mouse brain!" the tom hissed as Stormpaw scurried away. He noticed a white and brown she cat, about his size, a few mouse tails in front of him. "Hello? Can I talk with you? This is my first Gathering, and I just nearly gotten my whiskers taken by that mean Riverclan warrior over there talking to that gray and white she-cat, or yelling at by the looks of it," he chuckled nervously. No one is talking to me, why is no one talking to me?! I'm Stormpaw, goofy apprentice of Shadowclan, why is no one even looking at me?! One of his biggest fears, being ignored or alone.
Constellation

[Brilliance]

Stormpaw glanced nervously from side to side. Back at home, he would go up to any cat and just talk to them, here? He would have to have eaten catmint. Startled by a loud greeting, he flung himself back and bumped into a huge Riverclan tom with green eyes (Brackenheart is making an show, not roleplaying him here this time). "What where you go Mouse brain!" the tom hissed as Stormpaw scurried away. He noticed a white and brown she cat, about his size, a few mouse tails in front of him. "Hello? Can I talk with you? This is my first Gathering, and I just nearly gotten my whiskers taken by that mean Riverclan warrior over there talking to that gray and white she-cat, or yelling at by the looks of it," he chuckled nervously. No one is talking to me, why is no one talking to me?! I'm Stormpaw, goofy apprentice of Shadowclan, why is no one even looking at me?! One of his biggest fears, being ignored or alone.
Constellation

So far, Alunapaw managed to make a few ice acquaintainces within her first gathering. She found it a joy to be around when her uncle wasn't breathing down her neck. The she cat quickly glance to have saw Springwind comforting Hunterpaw. Whatever, they were talking about, she didn't know. She also didn't allow herself to care. Why should she? But, she did enjoy the few apprentices that did talk to her, and as they were getting into a conversation that she did not quite understand, Alunapaw slipped her way out, ready to trot her way back towards her uncle, but a voice made her stop in he tracks. Her delicate green eyes turned to stare at another apprentice. Probably around her age, about her size. She took a whiff at the air, noticing the scent of...Shadowclan, was it? There were a lot of shadowclan cats here, scrounging around. Alunapaw let out an inaudible sigh, glancing back once at her uncle, but decided to remain in the couple of the tom in front of her. She swished her tail lowly, tilting her head at him. ''I can say the same thing,'' She spoke. ''Although, I didn't get yelled at.'' She giggled, ruffling her pelt. This tom appeared awkward to her, but since this was a gathering. It was a time of peace, and no fighting should be coerced. On the other hand, Alunapaw felt that she could get along with this tom. He seemed like a friendly place. She wished that Shockpaw was there, so she wouldn't be alone, but since he weren't, Alunapaw would have to suffice. ''You should be careful who you talk to. Not everyone is gonna be nice.'' She commented. ''I'm, Alunapaw, of Windclan.'' She flicked her tail towards Blazingstar, indicating that was her leader. ''Who are you?''

[wickedvirtues]

The Bengal warrior padded in behind his leader. He noticed Windclan, already picking spots in the clearing. Sighing, he knew that this was the worst possible thing to happen for the two Clans, but hey, it was the gathering. They were supposed to be under a truce, they were supposed to like each other for this one evening. So, despite Windclan's reluctance on talking to Thinderclan, Storkflight made a move. The fighting wouldn't last forever. Nothing lasted forever. Things would settle in time, but why hate them constantly through the process? Storkflight applied his kind, and most welcoming smile. He approached two warriors, sitting by themself, both smelling of moors. He stuck his tail up, waving high with confidence. His crystal blue eyes sparkled brightly under the moonlight that shone down on the rock strewn beach. With the soft sound of crashing waves in the distance, the night was perfect. Perfect weather, hardly a cloud in the sky. He waved his tail in a sort of greeting to the two warriors, then his black and white striped tail hung low, as to not appear prideful or boastful. "Hello there." He meowed, trying to sound polite and kind. "I don't believe I have met you two yet. My name is Storkflight." His voice was confident, though he was putting himself out there.

That was one thing the warrior knew how to do. He knew how to take lead like that. He didn't care if someone struck him down, because if they did then it was normally for good reason. But someone had to try and be kind. If not, then what was the purpose of the gathering? Gatherings were held to share news between the Clans, not to boast, or hide secrets. So, with the Clans at war, and no one else around, Storkflight figured he could actually make the time worthwhile.

"Hello!" Tealeaf was the first to speak, uncaring the tom smelled of the forest. This was a time of truce, and this tom seemed kind enough. "I'm Tealeaf, and that's Caracalspirit!" She trilled, a smile on her maw. Caracalspirit politely dipped her head, the worried she-cat putting aside her anxiety to be kind. Still, the feeling of dread never left her even if she knew the fight would be put aside. Sitting up straight, though relaxed, she listened to the waves and looked up at the sky, the moon bright. "It's a nice night, too bad it has so much tension.." Tealeaf sighed, turning to the tom who had approached. "At least we can get over it for one night." She chuckled.

She didn't mind that he was ThunderClan, just this night. Any other time she'd be curt or rude if he approached during the battle, but they put the battle aside. Scenting the air, she caught traces of both Clans and the Sea. Feeling at ease, she nudged Caracalspirit playfully. "Awful quiet, huh?" The warrior blinked before chuckling. "So, Storkflight, how many gatherings have you been to?" Caracalspirit asked, not wanting to ask a cliche or dumb question.

[Captain]

Ivorypaw and Ebonypaw walked in with completely different attitudes towards the Gathering. Ebonypaw, distaste and annoyance. Ivorypaw, excitement and joy. "Aren't you excited, Ebonypaw?" The white-furred sibling asked, to which Ebonypaw snorted. "Excited? For what? To see the cats we're basically at war with and have to pretend to like? Yes, Ivorypaw, i'm excited." He replied sarcastically, making Ivorypaw roll her eyes. "Can you be pleasant for one moment?" She playfully teased her brother, making him scoff. "Yeah, but I don't want too." He replied, a smile on his face. The Little Robin

“You think that you could have a little respect and decency in your tone, Ebonypaw?” Flintheart warned the young apprentice, overhearing his words spoken about the clans and war, which made him glance around at the cats near them. “It’s the night of peace and I would like to keep it that way.” The grey-furred warrior shook his head and gave a tired sigh, making Sproutwhisker, a young Riverclan tom, look over at him from the spot beside him. “Let me guess, he’s your apprentice?” He asked and the older warrior gave the dark-furred male a roll of his eyes. “Yes, I’m afraid so.” He muttered, his tail flicking back and forth, “I swear, that apprentice is going to give me a headache one of these days..” This made the Riverclan warrior chuckle and rest his tail on his friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Flintheart.” He assured him with a supportive smile, “Noirepaw is the greatest cat to ever come into my life, beside my own mate, I’m sure that Ebonypaw and you will become closer than ever. You two just need to find interests that you share and the connection will form.” He said and Flintheart huffed, “When hedgehogs fly, my friend.”

[Brilliance]

This she cat did not particularly like crowds, but since she went to the gathering, she imagined she would be clumped in a crowd full of fur. The more the merrier! Her thoughts were sarcastic, and she gave herself delicate licks to illuminate her fur. Her green gaze looked at every cat around in the area. There were so many. Just...wow. It had been awhile since she came to gathering. She didn't go to the last one, preferring to stay home and sulk in her nest, but now she was up and well. Probably would mingle with a few felines if she could. But who would talk to her? The chortling of her mother constantly nagged her in her head, knocking her from ever being good enough. It would be grand if her siblings were here, but they weren't. At least, she didn't see them. Besides, Cloverwhisker was in the nursery, nursing two small kits. So, Chrysanthemumshade scanned the area. She wasn't shy--by all means. Maybe, she was bashful when you first met her, but she changed constantly. As an apprentice, she was quiet as a mouse, but as she grew older, she wanted her voice to be heard. Only...the other voices were heard more brightly. More clearly, and hers sunk like her mother predicted. So, she succumbed to being who others wanted her to be. Maybe, she wanted a new friend. So, she was looking to find a new potential victim.

CandyFlossCat

[Splash]

Larkcry opened his mouth to snap at his friend, but stopped when he saw Cottonspark glaring at them.
He snapped his jaws shut and glanced at the ground, slightly embarrassed that the she-cat had noticed their quarrel.

Flamescar followed the gray tom's gaze and blinked. He saw Cottonspark, and flicked his ears forward. He mouthed, "Sorry, I didn't mean for you to overhear that."
Cottonspark nods in acknowledgement. "I didn't, but you shouldn't argue at a gathering, of all places, she snaps. The silver-patched white she-cat padded to where Larkcry and Flamescar were sitting, and sat down. "I'm Cottonspark," she introduced.

[wickedvirtues]

“You think that you could have a little respect and decency in your tone, Ebonypaw?” Flintheart warned the young apprentice, overhearing his words spoken about the clans and war, which made him glance around at the cats near them. “It’s the night of peace and I would like to keep it that way.” The grey-furred warrior shook his head and gave a tired sigh, making Sproutwhisker, a young Riverclan tom, look over at him from the spot beside him. “Let me guess, he’s your apprentice?” He asked and the older warrior gave the dark-furred male a roll of his eyes. “Yes, I’m afraid so.” He muttered, his tail flicking back and forth, “I swear, that apprentice is going to give me a headache one of these days..” This made the Riverclan warrior chuckle and rest his tail on his friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Flintheart.” He assured him with a supportive smile, “Noirepaw is the greatest cat to ever come into my life, beside my own mate, I’m sure that Ebonypaw and you will become closer than ever. You two just need to find interests that you share and the connection will form.” He said and Flintheart huffed, “When hedgehogs fly, my friend.”
Slumping, Ebonypaw huffed. "Yes, Flintheart." He replied, turning to Ivorypaw, who smiled. "Hi! I'm Ivorypaw!" She greeted Sproutwhisker. "Excuse my brother, he's a grump, but you get used to him" she chuckled, making Ebonypaw roll his eyes and glance around. "I'm gonna go sit over there." He gestured to an open spot near the two toms, populated with sparse ThunderClan cats, with his tail and dipped his head to his mentor, walking to the spot and gazing up at the tree containing four leaders. He glanced back at them, Ivorypaw flicking her tail and mouthing 'i'll be there in a minute' to him before dipping her head and sitting next to him. "Ebonypaw, cheer up! It's not every day you get to befriend a.. SkyClan cat!" She mewed with excitement. "Yeah, but still.." he sighed, unwilling to tell what he was secretly nervous about.
(My poor bean is nervous nobody will like him ;w; )






This she cat did not particularly like crowds, but since she went to the gathering, she imagined she would be clumped in a crowd full of fur. The more the merrier! Her thoughts were sarcastic, and she gave herself delicate licks to illuminate her fur. Her green gaze looked at every cat around in the area. There were so many. Just...wow. It had been awhile since she came to gathering. She didn't go to the last one, preferring to stay home and sulk in her nest, but now she was up and well. Probably would mingle with a few felines if she could. But who would talk to her? The chortling of her mother constantly nagged her in her head, knocking her from ever being good enough. It would be grand if her siblings were here, but they weren't. At least, she didn't see them. Besides, Cloverwhisker was in the nursery, nursing two small kits. So, Chrysanthemumshade scanned the area. She wasn't shy--by all means. Maybe, she was bashful when you first met her, but she changed constantly. As an apprentice, she was quiet as a mouse, but as she grew older, she wanted her voice to be heard. Only...the other voices were heard more brightly. More clearly, and hers sunk like her mother predicted. So, she succumbed to being who others wanted her to be. Maybe, she wanted a new friend. So, she was looking to find a new potential victim.

CandyFlossCat


Pebbleheart, a SkyClan tom, entered the gathering quickly and quietly, not one to be in the spotlight. He gazed around, trying to find someone who he hadn't really talked too. He'd been to a gathering before, though he honestly didn't know why most of the ThunderClan and WindClan cats looked so tense or why Snowstar and Blazingstar looked cold and annoyed near each-other. Maybe someone will tell me if I ask? He thought logically. So, he walked through the crowd, trying to find someone not busy in conversation. He sighed as it looked like he'd be clueless to the strange cold tension in the air. Distracted and not really looking where his paws were taking him, he bumped into a she-cat. "Sorry!" He mewed apologetically, wincing slightly at his obliviousness. He looked at the she-cat with a small, sorry smile and then glanced at the leaders. He was still puzzled, so perhaps this she-cat could tell him something?

[Captain]

Slumping, Ebonypaw huffed. "Yes, Flintheart." He replied, turning to Ivorypaw, who smiled. "Hi! I'm Ivorypaw!" She greeted Sproutwhisker. "Excuse my brother, he's a grump, but you get used to him" she chuckled, making Ebonypaw roll his eyes and glance around. "I'm gonna go sit over there." He gestured to an open spot near the two toms, populated with sparse ThunderClan cats, with his tail and dipped his head to his mentor, walking to the spot and gazing up at the tree containing four leaders. He glanced back at them, Ivorypaw flicking her tail and mouthing 'i'll be there in a minute' to him before dipping her head and sitting next to him. "Ebonypaw, cheer up! It's not every day you get to befriend a.. SkyClan cat!" She mewed with excitement. "Yeah, but still.." he sighed, unwilling to tell what he was secretly nervous about.
(My poor bean is nervous nobody will like him ;w; )


“Hello there, Ivorypaw.” The young warrior greeted the small apprentice with a kindhearted smile, “Oh, it’s quite alright. Tension is high in the clans tonight, so I wouldn’t blame him for being a bit on edge.” Flintheart eyed the Riverclan tom and Sproutwhisker smirked at him, giving the older tom a friendly, playful nudge, “Oh, come on now, Flintheart - I remember when we first met when I was a small apprentice.” The Riverclan male said, knowing how nervous and uncertain cats can be when it comes to being around so many different clan cats at once. The older warrior gave a small sigh and nodded, not saying anymore. He saw his apprentice give him a dip of his head and the grey-furred male returned the gesture. He noticed that they were around many Thunderclan cats, making Sproutwhisker stand out, being the only Riverclan cat in the area. “You sure that you don’t want to go with your clan?” He asked him and the black-furred tom shook his head. “No, I don’t mind being here - Noirepaw is probably off socializing and Talonfang didn’t come to the gathering.” Sproutwhisker assured him, “Besides, I haven’t seen you in a long time, it’s been an honor to see an old friend once again.” He purred and a small smile came to the warrior’s face. “It was nice to see you too, Sproutwhisker.”

[Random Melody]

''Well,'' Springwind softly chuckled, ''Look at you. You've grown wiser by the second.'' The tom almost felt pride swell in him when he heard Hunterpaw's words. Those were what he wanted to hear. He did not enjoy the tom flirting with every target that caught his eye. He knew it was simply an apprentice's game, but it was still attached to feelings on another cat. Springwind himself never understood it, but did that matter? Maybe it did not.

''Depends,'' Springwind licked his jaws. ''It will always matter. Because she was your first love, it hurts. And, trust me...I know a lot about heartbreak. Especially when the feeling wasn't returned, but Wrenpaw still adores you. She still loves you, and I doubt it would be easy for her to move on.'' Springwind said, looking into the distant. He let out a sigh. Watching the two apprentices made the tom think of Lovelorn. Her glossy brownish fur flowing in the wind, and her piercing green eyes friendly with a hint of fire to them. She was everything to him. The she cat that he deemed got away. She is everything.

''The future has a way of morphing things whether we like it or not.'' Springwind shrugged. The tom was open to options. He didn't know what would happen. Maybe Hunterpaw would leave Windclan to find a more suitable clan, or that he would meet Wrenpaw again and she would join Windclan to be his mate. Springwind thought that would be a happy ending for the two. But this was only because Springwind didn't want Hunterpaw to be hurt. This kit, that he knew all too well, who he grew attached to when Alunapaw was a newborn, and the tom himself was only two moons old at the time. Springwind took care, played with Hunterpaw and his sister, Breezepaw. He had adored these two kits as if they were his own. Seeing that Hunterpaw was hurt, did not settle within Springwind. It was like seeing his own kin hurt, and he never wanted to see Lovelorn's doppelganger get torn apart. Just like he didn't want that for Hunterpaw. ''Life can be pretty...spontaneous, heh.'' Springwind snorted. ''You're cutting yourself short, Hunterpaw. As happy as I am to hear you say those words--and I'm truly am happy, but I just want you to understand that anything is possible. Windclan is your home after all.'' The tom nodded. ''But it's only a place. Your true home lies with the cats you care about. Your true home is your heart, and that's the only place you should follow--and listen to because...I mean, it could be your North star. Wrenpaw seems like a really nice girl. Polite, sweet, very charming--I would had indeed made her your potential mate if she were in Windclan.'' Springwind chuckled, but noticed himself as he was stirring away from the conversation. In all honesty, he felt that Hunterpaw and Wrenpaw belonged together. And, if she weren't in Shadowclan, the tom wouldn't have minded giving their relationship a little boost. ''Alright, enough of this sappy talk, you know what I mean? Almost having a grown warrior cry over here.'' He lashed his tail, and gave himself a couple licks to calm down his fur.

Hunterpaw cracked a small smile, but it didnt reach his eyes, gazing far off toward the ShadowClan cats. After a few moments though, he turned away to scan the other cats. He did see Alunapaw, and felt a small jolt in his chest. Now he was frustrated. What did the she-cat mean to him? And how could he still feel this way after... She's just a girl. Hunterpaw thought as he looked away, closing himself off. And I dont need no girl in my life.

"I know she loves me." Hunterpaw said, only vaguely hearing part of that conversation. He looked toward where Wrenpaw had gone off again, frowning deeply. "And.. I love her." The three words he had never said to another she-cat. Ever. He could say many other things to them, compliment them all his wanted. But he could never find himself to say he loved them, any of them. How could he? If it wasnt true, he shouldnt say it right? But for Wrenpaw, it was true. It was so true, that it hurt to know it didnt mean anything.

What is love?

Hunterpaw didnt say anything for a few moments, letting Springwind speak. "Im not leaving WindClan." The words were simple and true, Hunterpaw had had his doubts before, but not anymore. His family was in WindClan. His home was in WindClan. He wasnt about to leave them for a she-cat. Even if it was "love". "Im not my father. I dont want to be." Hunterpaw spoke before he could stop himself, the words coming out in a near rush. And it was the first time that he himself had ever said that aloud. Sure, Hunterpaw got his flirting abilities from Ratheart, but that was it. The apprentice was determined to never go down the path his father took.

[NightWarrior4Life]

HarmonyBlade took a deep breath, looked around and sat himself down in a space among other cats in his clan. The last time he was here, he was with VelvetNight and they were searching for any clue that would lead them to the whereabouts of their kits, who now reside in WindClan. If they are here...StarClan help....

[Mayflower]

Slumping, Ebonypaw huffed. "Yes, Flintheart." He replied, turning to Ivorypaw, who smiled. "Hi! I'm Ivorypaw!" She greeted Sproutwhisker. "Excuse my brother, he's a grump, but you get used to him" she chuckled, making Ebonypaw roll his eyes and glance around. "I'm gonna go sit over there." He gestured to an open spot near the two toms, populated with sparse ThunderClan cats, with his tail and dipped his head to his mentor, walking to the spot and gazing up at the tree containing four leaders. He glanced back at them, Ivorypaw flicking her tail and mouthing 'i'll be there in a minute' to him before dipping her head and sitting next to him. "Ebonypaw, cheer up! It's not every day you get to befriend a.. SkyClan cat!" She mewed with excitement. "Yeah, but still.." he sighed, unwilling to tell what he was secretly nervous about.
(My poor bean is nervous nobody will like him ;w; )








Pebbleheart, a SkyClan tom, entered the gathering quickly and quietly, not one to be in the spotlight. He gazed around, trying to find someone who he hadn't really talked too. He'd been to a gathering before, though he honestly didn't know why most of the ThunderClan and WindClan cats looked so tense or why Snowstar and Blazingstar looked cold and annoyed near each-other. Maybe someone will tell me if I ask? He thought logically. So, he walked through the crowd, trying to find someone not busy in conversation. He sighed as it looked like he'd be clueless to the strange cold tension in the air. Distracted and not really looking where his paws were taking him, he bumped into a she-cat. "Sorry!" He mewed apologetically, wincing slightly at his obliviousness. He looked at the she-cat with a small, sorry smile and then glanced at the leaders. He was still puzzled, so perhaps this she-cat could tell him something?
Amberstripe padded into the gathering, gazing at the masses of cats. Spotting Ivorypaw, Amberstripe smiled and started to make her way through the crowd, often saying "Sorry, excuse me, pardon me," as she managed to make it to her apprentice. "Hi Ebonypaw, hi Ivorypaw!" The she cat grinned, still slightly out of breath, and noticed Flintheart. Flintheart was a strict cat, and Ebonypaw's mentor. Amberstripe greatly admired the tom, and dipped her head in greeting. "Hello Flintheart, nice to see you." The Little Robin

[Dust]

Rainpaw purred happily as the other apprentice laughed, even though it was slightly. At her question, Rainpaw cocked his head slightly. Did she not recognize Windclan scent coming off of him? Or maybe she was younger, and hadn't been to the border as much times as Rainpaw had. Before the contention between the two clans started that is. "I'm from Windclan. And you're from Thunderclan, right?" Might as well make sure his suspicions were true!


At the mention of Thunderclan, the apprentice puffed her chest out in pride, holding the position for a brief moment. Born and raised! I thought you were maybe from Windclan, but honestly, I haven't been to the Windclan border all that much." Badgerpaw quickly turned her head up towards the rock where the leaders where positioned, her green eyes settling on the ginger tom.

"So that's Blazingstar?" She paused a moment, giving the other apprentice a bit to confirm or deny her question before she snorted, "You'd think with everything floating around camp, he'd have horns coming from his head." Snorting once more, she looked back at Rainpaw, gave him a warm, but hesitant smile and ducked her head, holding back a small bout of giggles. "At least he's better looking than I thought."

[Zero]

Sageheart found the timing of the medicine cat's yawn humorous, and it made her smile. At the other's question, she shook her head with a slightly longing look in her eyes. "No, not yet. I do hope I get one soon, it seems like it would be quite fun to pass on my knowledge." She thought of what it would be like, having a young cat look up to her and listen to her words and teachings. She then thought of all the ungrateful apprentices who'd be a pain to train. "Then again, maybe it would be better to be older before getting one." She laughed slightly.

Surgestorm listened with interest, nodding his head as Sageheart spoke. "I guess it's a little different not being able to really choose your apprentice," He mused. "Unless you request, of course." The medicine cat turned to the WindClan apprentices milling about, chatting with the others cats. "I've been looking for my own the last few weeks. I've seen a few promising cats, but haven't really got my mind set on one yet." He closed his eyes a moment, trying to picture his ideal apprentice; but nothing seemed to really set in his mind. He did look forward to the aspect of having somebody around all of the time. "StarClan will show me the way eventually, though. I just have to keep my eyes open for the signs."

[Static]

Burningforest sat down,hoping windclan and thunderclan didn't fight,because he knew he would have to defend thunderclan at all cost.He knew he wouldn't do to bad on the fighting part.He was a decent fighter anyways.He just didn't like fights.He licked his chest fur quickly and settled down quietly.
Thunderclan and windclan seem worried to.Maby that will keep us from fighting if neither of the clans want to.His amber eyes gazed around at the cats,his nervousness easing away at this realization.Nobody would break the warrior code by starting a fight anyways.
(Open to any clan)

[graves]

[OPEN TO MULTIPLE]

It was Daypaws first time at a gathering as a medicine cat. Amber eyes gazed around for the other medicine cats; if any were going to show up that is. They werent to keen on crowds and loud places but it was only so often there was a gathering anymore,and Daypaw wanted to represent Shadowclan. Even if they still would be having their apprentice name and all,Daypaw would try to be the best Med cat they could be. They were tired to say the least, eyes heavy from a rough dream the previous night. Daypaw slumped in a shaded part of the large clearing, deciding to lay down and curling their paws under themselves, eyes in slits simply watching.

[this could also be a starter for Clover]

[Captain]

Amberstripe padded into the gathering, gazing at the masses of cats. Spotting Ivorypaw, Amberstripe smiled and started to make her way through the crowd, often saying "Sorry, excuse me, pardon me," as she managed to make it to her apprentice. "Hi Ebonypaw, hi Ivorypaw!" The she cat grinned, still slightly out of breath, and noticed Flintheart. Flintheart was a strict cat, and Ebonypaw's mentor. Amberstripe greatly admired the tom, and dipped her head in greeting. "Hello Flintheart, nice to see you." The Little Robin

Flintheart gave a small, tired sigh and closed his eyes, sitting there in a calmed silence as the various chatter around the tom-cat seemed to fade away around him and for once, he seemed to find peace and relaxation in all the hussle and bussle within the gathering this night. His tail twitched back and forth beside him, a gentle, neutral expression on his maw. Sproutwhisker, who was still beside him, noticed Amberstripe coming over and greeting the apprentices. The Riverclan tom nudged Flintheart ever so slightly and his eyes opened, awakening from his silent rest that he had taken for a few short moments. It didn’t take the older male long to notice what was going on, greeted politely by Amberstripe, who was Ivorypaw’s mentor. He remembered seeing her when they were assigned the siblings as their apprentices. He returned the gentle dip of his head, looking at the she-cat with his softened bluish green-hued gaze. “Hello to you too, Amberstripe.” He murmured, his tone deep and formal to the other warrior, “How are you this fine night? Enjoying the gathering so far?”

[Static]

[OPEN TO MULTIPLE]

It was Daypaws first time at a gathering as a medicine cat. Amber eyes gazed around for the other medicine cats; if any were going to show up that is. They werent to keen on crowds and loud places but it was only so often there was a gathering anymore,and Daypaw wanted to represent Shadowclan. Even if they still would be having their apprentice name and all,Daypaw would try to be the best Med cat they could be. They were tired to say the least, eyes heavy from a rough dream the previous night. Daypaw slumped in a shaded part of the large clearing, deciding to lay down and curling their paws under themselves, eyes in slits simply watching.

[this could also be a starter for Clover]
Burningforest looked at the shadowclan cat,walking over to her."Your the shadowclan medicine cat right?" He asked,checking himself.He was positive she was shadowclan,but the scents where a little mingled,so it was a question to make sure he didn't make himself look stupid.He sat down a few feet away,not wanting to get to close just in case the medicine cat told him to leave.If wouldn't be the first time someone told him to leave,and probably not the last.

[Mayflower]

Flintheart gave a small, tired sigh and closed his eyes, sitting there in a calmed silence as the various chatter around the tom-cat seemed to fade away around him and for once, he seemed to find peace and relaxation in all the hussle and bussle within the gathering this night. His tail twitched back and forth beside him, a gentle, neutral expression on his maw. Sproutwhisker, who was still beside him, noticed Amberstripe coming over and greeting the apprentices. The Riverclan tom nudged Flintheart ever so slightly and his eyes opened, awakening from his silent rest that he had taken for a few short moments. It didn’t take the older male long to notice what was going on, greeted politely by Amberstripe, who was Ivorypaw’s mentor. He remembered seeing her when they were assigned the siblings as their apprentices. He returned the gentle dip of his head, looking at the she-cat with his softened bluish green-hued gaze. “Hello to you too, Amberstripe.” He murmured, his tone deep and formal to the other warrior, “How are you this fine night? Enjoying the gathering so far?”
"I certainly am so far, but Snowstar seems a bit on edge." The younger cat was worried about the tensions between her clan and Windclan, though she hoped that they could stay formal at this gathering. She sighed, occasionally looking in the leader's direction. And hello there, have I met you before?" Amberstripe was now looking at Sproutwhisker, trying to remember if he was in her clan.

[Brilliance]

Pebbleheart, a SkyClan tom, entered the gathering quickly and quietly, not one to be in the spotlight. He gazed around, trying to find someone who he hadn't really talked too. He'd been to a gathering before, though he honestly didn't know why most of the ThunderClan and WindClan cats looked so tense or why Snowstar and Blazingstar looked cold and annoyed near each-other. Maybe someone will tell me if I ask? He thought logically. So, he walked through the crowd, trying to find someone not busy in conversation. He sighed as it looked like he'd be clueless to the strange cold tension in the air. Distracted and not really looking where his paws were taking him, he bumped into a she-cat. "Sorry!" He mewed apologetically, wincing slightly at his obliviousness. He looked at the she-cat with a small, sorry smile and then glanced at the leaders. He was still puzzled, so perhaps this she-cat could
tell him something?

Chrysanthemumshade gracefully lifted a paw, giving it tender licks as she swiped it a top her head. Her pelt was a nice thickness that kept her warm and fuzzy inside, but she still felt envious toward's another warrior's coat. Ah, how she adored her new friend's pelt; Wolfglare. The fact that it was so puffy and thick and could keep her warm just by cuddling into it. Only the tom didn't like sharing, so she tried to stir clear from it. Especially now that they were friends. Before she would had possibly irked him up any chance she got. As her thoughts were getting deep, the she cat aimlessly groomed herself, but almost lost her footing at upon being pushed into. Her fur bristled for a moment, and she stopped an growl of annoyance from poking through her muzzle. Chrysanthemushade turned her head slightly, her forest hues staring at the tom with a hard glare before they softened for a moment. He had apologized, so what was the use of being mad? Chrysanthemumshade wasn't the type of be...aggressive. At least, not very much. ''It's alright,'' She offered a gentle smile, and turned back to stare at the leaders and all their glory. She didn't see his puzzled expression, so she continued. ''They look majestic standing up there, don't they?'' It brought her in a state of thinking about Wolfglare once again. She thought he looked majestic. His thick black pelt with the fluffy smoky mane that contributed to his features. Everywhere the tom went, he displayed a sense of fear that every cat should bow down. For a moment, the sliver feline could imagine that Wolfglare was one of the leaders on the highest rock, his pelt glowing in the moon light. Then she shook her head. If Wolfglare couldn't see himself being a leader, then why should she? ''Although Halestar might have beaten them by a couple mouses,'' She softly giggled and turned back to the tom. ''I'm Chrysanthemumshade---from Shadowclan.'' The first thing her mother taught her--well, specifically when it came to toms. Talk with a low voice, as if your flirting. Tilt your head to look cute, and bat your eyes. Chrysanthemumshade always had gorgeous eyes, so that was no problem. Then, introduce yourself effortlessly, like you've been having the conversation your entire life. Compliment them. Chrysanthemumshade scanned over the feline, looking for something to compliment him on. ''You seem like great fellow. Very kind, and mellow, nice to approach. Can I know your name?'' Everything her mother taught her. Being used upon every cat she met. Hopefully she did everything right, and she could think of this tom as an ally.



Hunterpaw cracked a small smile, but it didnt reach his eyes, gazing far off toward the ShadowClan cats. After a few moments though, he turned away to scan the other cats. He did see Alunapaw, and felt a small jolt in his chest. Now he was frustrated. What did the she-cat mean to him? And how could he still feel this way after... She's just a girl. Hunterpaw thought as he looked away, closing himself off. And I dont need no girl in my life.

"I know she loves me." Hunterpaw said, only vaguely hearing part of that conversation. He looked toward where Wrenpaw had gone off again, frowning deeply. "And.. I love her." The three words he had never said to another she-cat. Ever. He could say many other things to them, compliment them all his wanted. But he could never find himself to say he loved them, any of them. How could he? If it wasnt true, he shouldnt say it right? But for Wrenpaw, it was true. It was so true, that it hurt to know it didnt mean anything.

What is love?

Hunterpaw didnt say anything for a few moments, letting Springwind speak. "Im not leaving WindClan." The words were simple and true, Hunterpaw had had his doubts before, but not anymore. His family was in WindClan. His home was in WindClan. He wasnt about to leave them for a she-cat. Even if it was "love". "Im not my father. I dont want to be." Hunterpaw spoke before he could stop himself, the words coming out in a near rush. And it was the first time that he himself had ever said that aloud. Sure, Hunterpaw got his flirting abilities from Ratheart, but that was it. The apprentice was determined to never go down the path his father took.

And...I love her. Springwind stared, incredulously at his apprentice. He wanted to yowl what do you know about love? Only for a teasing joke to lift the depressing manner. Hunterpaw shouldn't be sad. He should be care free--like the other apprentices. ''Hey, buddy.'' Springwind called, gently wrapping his tail around his apprentice for a second. ''Never admit you love a she cat in public. Trust me, it will haunt you.'' Now, that was a joke. He only wanted a genuine smile out of this encounter. ''On a real note though, never say you love a she cat until you actually feel the passion that the two of you share. Til you forget the moons that the two of you been together. Til you know that if you lost her--in any way, it would tear you from the inside out and you know that you will die from a broken heart. If I'm ever gonna give you advice on love. That would be all.'' And, that was the truth. Springwind rarely spoke of love. And, most times he spoke of it like it was succulent thing.

Love did more harm than anything. It was a phantom that entered your life unnoticed by yourself. And, it was long, and hard, and on the verge desperation. But, it was a tender thing. Something sweet that is shared between two others and all species. Upon his next words, the tom gave a haughty laugh. ''Good. We need a warrior like you fighting for your clan. After I'm done with you, you're going to be the most rugged warrior out there!'' Springwind said, boastingly. Then, proceeded to hit the tom in the back of his head with his tail. Upon the younger tom speaking of his father, Springwind felt darkness glaze into him. ''You will never be like your father. Trust me. It's alright, Hunterpaw. Do you really believe I would allow you to slip through the crevices? No. I will not.'' Springwind spoke. He would protect Hunterpaw with his life if he had to. No son of Ratheart deserved to be like him. Hunterpaw had plans for the future. Grand plans, and Springwind was going to make sure he lived to be the best he can be.

''Now, cheer up, son!'' Springwind boomed, trying to light up the situation. ''Why can't you be more like Alunapaw--'' As her name slipped out his mouth, he scanned the area to look for her. She was just in his sight, and now she was gone. His yellow eyes opened widely as he scanned the area. He couldn't find her. ''Great. I lost the kit. Great uncle I am.'' He muttered more to himself before he turned back to Hunterpaw with a sharp smile. He knew that Alunapaw couldn't have been in danger, but he did like to keep his gaze on her since she had all the finery to start...trouble. ''Hey, you don't want to socialize with the other apprentices to make new friends?'' That's where Alunapaw better be. With the other apprentices instead of causing trouble. ''Or, you prefer the older dogs--since you're growing to be very mature. You might make some warrior friends.''

[Captain]

"I certainly am so far, but Snowstar seems a bit on edge." The younger cat was worried about the tensions between her clan and Windclan, though she hoped that they could stay formal at this gathering. She sighed, occasionally looking in the leader's direction. And hello there, have I met you before?" Amberstripe was now looking at Sproutwhisker, trying to remember if he was in her clan.

Flintheart nodded to the young she-cat’s words, looking towards the leaders in the distance with a twitch of his whiskers. “Tensions are certainly high with everyone this gathering, especially the Thunderclan and Windclan leaders.” He remarked, shaking his head, “It’s a shame that it has to be this way, but I suppose we can only hope that it will get better in the near future.” The grey-furred male gave a final sigh, giving his shoulder a few strokes of his tongue, flattening some ruffled, bristling fur as he tried to ease his own nerves on the subject. Sproutwhisker’s ears perked at the she-cat addressing him now, making the tom look away from the leaders to her. “Oh, hello there, my name’s Sproutwhisker.” He introduced himself, “No, I don’t believe we have met - I’m a Riverclan warrior and good friends with Flintheart here, he was the first cat that talked to me when I went to my first gathering as a young apprentice.” The black-furred male explained with a kind smile on his maw.

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn pricked her ears when her name was mentioned. "Huh?" She meowed. "Oh, your Skypaw, right?"


Skypaw nodded. "Uh-Huh." He mewed, glad that someone remembered him. He dipped his head respectively to Tigerdawn before turning back to Cherrypaw. "So, what have you been learning?"

[Random Melody]

And...I love her. Springwind stared, incredulously at his apprentice. He wanted to yowl what do you know about love? Only for a teasing joke to lift the depressing manner. Hunterpaw shouldn't be sad. He should be care free--like the other apprentices. ''Hey, buddy.'' Springwind called, gently wrapping his tail around his apprentice for a second. ''Never admit you love a she cat in public. Trust me, it will haunt you.'' Now, that was a joke. He only wanted a genuine smile out of this encounter. ''On a real note though, never say you love a she cat until you actually feel the passion that the two of you share. Til you forget the moons that the two of you been together. Til you know that if you lost her--in any way, it would tear you from the inside out and you know that you will die from a broken heart. If I'm ever gonna give you advice on love. That would be all.'' And, that was the truth. Springwind rarely spoke of love. And, most times he spoke of it like it was succulent thing.

Love did more harm than anything. It was a phantom that entered your life unnoticed by yourself. And, it was long, and hard, and on the verge desperation. But, it was a tender thing. Something sweet that is shared between two others and all species. Upon his next words, the tom gave a haughty laugh. ''Good. We need a warrior like you fighting for your clan. After I'm done with you, you're going to be the most rugged warrior out there!'' Springwind said, boastingly. Then, proceeded to hit the tom in the back of his head with his tail. Upon the younger tom speaking of his father, Springwind felt darkness glaze into him. ''You will never be like your father. Trust me. It's alright, Hunterpaw. Do you really believe I would allow you to slip through the crevices? No. I will not.'' Springwind spoke. He would protect Hunterpaw with his life if he had to. No son of Ratheart deserved to be like him. Hunterpaw had plans for the future. Grand plans, and Springwind was going to make sure he lived to be the best he can be.

''Now, cheer up, son!'' Springwind boomed, trying to light up the situation. ''Why can't you be more like Alunapaw--'' As her name slipped out his mouth, he scanned the area to look for her. She was just in his sight, and now she was gone. His yellow eyes opened widely as he scanned the area. He couldn't find her. ''Great. I lost the kit. Great uncle I am.'' He muttered more to himself before he turned back to Hunterpaw with a sharp smile. He knew that Alunapaw couldn't have been in danger, but he did like to keep his gaze on her since she had all the finery to start...trouble. ''Hey, you don't want to socialize with the other apprentices to make new friends?'' That's where Alunapaw better be. With the other apprentices instead of causing trouble. ''Or, you prefer the older dogs--since you're growing to be very mature. You might make some warrior friends.''


Hunterpaw laughed a little bit, unable to help himself as he shook his head. "Aint that the truth," He chuckled, a more sincere smile on his face this time. Upon hearing his mentor's next words, Hunterpaw's smile faded. "Trust me, Springwind. I know. That's the only thing I dont say to she-cats. Not after.." He blinked, his gaze trailing after Wrenpaw. Then, he shook his head, looking back up at his mentor when he spoke again.

Hunterpaw had to smile, shaking his head. The black and white Tom sat down, curling his tail around his paws, and batting Springwind's tail away with a playful huff. When Springwind brought up Ratheart again, Hunterpaw glanced away, nodding. "Hopefully." He said vaguely, shaking his head. Springwind's next words brought a smile to his face, a warm feeling in his chest as he glanced up at the closest thing he had to a father.

"Alright, im cheered." When Alunapaw was brought up, Hunterpaw became a bit more alert, his gaze flickering to where he had last seen the she-cat, only to find she wasnt there anymore. "Hopefully she's not causing trouble." Hunterpaw joked, whiskers quivering slightly. His gaze trailed over to the ThunderClan cats for a moment, his ears pricking up slightly. I wonder.

[Captain]

Fawn
Newtpaw padded into the Gathering area, her eyes growing wide with curiosity and amazement at the sight of so many cats. She could see all kinds of different ranks, ranging in color, size and form. The small apprentice had never been here before, this being the farthest away from camp she had ever been. Her tail waved behind her as she scampered after the Shadowclan group, her paws brushing across soft sand and stone. She didn’t know what to expect out here and to be honest, the small female was a bit nervous at the moment - would other apprentices tease her or even other warriors about her strange appearance? Newtpaw just wanted to be like everyone else and be seen as a Shadowclan apprentice. Hopefully, she could sit with Lionpaw, who was certain to have her back and be there when she needed reassuring words. The munchkin cat wondered if Brightfluff was here too, among the group of Shadowclan as they dispersed into the sea of cats of all clans that she knew. Newtpaw gulped, her whiskers twitching as she headed past cats that she didn’t know, ranging in smells that she was far from familiar with.

[seasalt]

Tawnystream was usually very nervous at gatherings, their being a lot of cats and all, like a lot of cats. She wasn't very comfortable when theirs lots of cats all around. And the tension with WindClan wasn't helping all that much. And to be half clan... it didn't help very much either. Not that, Tawnystream cared all that about her heritage, it wasn't if any cat knew. She never told anyone. And it didn't matter anyways. She wouldn't care either. Blood didn't matter. Loyalty to her clan was important. Being half clan didn't make her any less loyal. Besides, she didn't even know her father, she never met him. She knew he was WindClan, or something. But honestly, she didn't really care. She had her sister, her mother, and that was all she needed. Her whiskers twitched as she scanned the gathering as calmly as she could, tail whisking at the sandy floor.
[OPEN!]

[Socks]

Surgestorm listened with interest, nodding his head as Sageheart spoke. "I guess it's a little different not being able to really choose your apprentice," He mused. "Unless you request, of course." The medicine cat turned to the WindClan apprentices milling about, chatting with the others cats. "I've been looking for my own the last few weeks. I've seen a few promising cats, but haven't really got my mind set on one yet." He closed his eyes a moment, trying to picture his ideal apprentice; but nothing seemed to really set in his mind. He did look forward to the aspect of having somebody around all of the time. "StarClan will show me the way eventually, though. I just have to keep my eyes open for the signs."
"I'm excited to see who will become your apprentice. With your teachings, I'm sure whoever it is will become great." She knew that being a medicine cat was a hard job, that they had to remember all sorts of things and understand messages from starclan. She couldn't imagine being one, she was fit for being a warrior and that's it, she couldn't even bear the smell of all the herbs in the medicine cat's den. "How can you remember all the different scents?" She had spoken before she realized, just speaking her thoughts accidentally.

[Bracken12]

So far, Alunapaw managed to make a few ice acquaintainces within her first gathering. She found it a joy to be around when her uncle wasn't breathing down her neck. The she cat quickly glance to have saw Springwind comforting Hunterpaw. Whatever, they were talking about, she didn't know. She also didn't allow herself to care. Why should she? But, she did enjoy the few apprentices that did talk to her, and as they were getting into a conversation that she did not quite understand, Alunapaw slipped her way out, ready to trot her way back towards her uncle, but a voice made her stop in he tracks. Her delicate green eyes turned to stare at another apprentice. Probably around her age, about her size. She took a whiff at the air, noticing the scent of...Shadowclan, was it? There were a lot of shadowclan cats here, scrounging around. Alunapaw let out an inaudible sigh, glancing back once at her uncle, but decided to remain in the couple of the tom in front of her. She swished her tail lowly, tilting her head at him. ''I can say the same thing,'' She spoke. ''Although, I didn't get yelled at.'' She giggled, ruffling her pelt. This tom appeared awkward to her, but since this was a gathering. It was a time of peace, and no fighting should be coerced. On the other hand, Alunapaw felt that she could get along with this tom. He seemed like a friendly place. She wished that Shockpaw was there, so she wouldn't be alone, but since he weren't, Alunapaw would have to suffice. ''You should be careful who you talk to. Not everyone is gonna be nice.'' She commented. ''I'm, Alunapaw, of Windclan.'' She flicked her tail towards Blazingstar, indicating that was her leader. ''Who are you?''


"I'm Stormpaw, I was being careful about who I talk to! A kit knows that! Someone just startled me, that's all, This is my first Gathering, I was in trouble for the last one so I didn't get to come, Stupid queen saw I was trying to trick the kits into eating rabbit dung by saying it was a new kind of berry," He fluffed up his gray and black fur proudly. He saw her eyes, bright green, pretty. "Alunapaw? Cool name, my is just plain old Storm. That's my leader," he flicked his tail at Halestar. " I'm in Shadowclan if you haven't guessed, You surprised me by Windclan, a cat with your kind of fur would fit right in with the look those Riverclan fish eaters have, but it suits you. Guess it's good to keep the wind from chilling you at night." He smiled, a blindly white that made his pale yellow eyes bright. He saw she was unhappy. "Am I pestering you with my talking? I'm sorry I just really like to talk and I see something and I just can't help telling about it and I hate when it's quiet so I often talk myself to sleep even though it annoys my denmates like crazy-" he broke off with a chuckle. "That, was the longest run-on sentence I have ever talked," he told her.

[wickedvirtues]

Chrysanthemumshade gracefully lifted a paw, giving it tender licks as she swiped it a top her head. Her pelt was a nice thickness that kept her warm and fuzzy inside, but she still felt envious toward's another warrior's coat. Ah, how she adored her new friend's pelt; Wolfglare. The fact that it was so puffy and thick and could keep her warm just by cuddling into it. Only the tom didn't like sharing, so she tried to stir clear from it. Especially now that they were friends. Before she would had possibly irked him up any chance she got. As her thoughts were getting deep, the she cat aimlessly groomed herself, but almost lost her footing at upon being pushed into. Her fur bristled for a moment, and she stopped an growl of annoyance from poking through her muzzle. Chrysanthemushade turned her head slightly, her forest hues staring at the tom with a hard glare before they softened for a moment. He had apologized, so what was the use of being mad? Chrysanthemumshade wasn't the type of be...aggressive. At least, not very much. ''It's alright,'' She offered a gentle smile, and turned back to stare at the leaders and all their glory. She didn't see his puzzled expression, so she continued. ''They look majestic standing up there, don't they?'' It brought her in a state of thinking about Wolfglare once again. She thought he looked majestic. His thick black pelt with the fluffy smoky mane that contributed to his features. Everywhere the tom went, he displayed a sense of fear that every cat should bow down. For a moment, the sliver feline could imagine that Wolfglare was one of the leaders on the highest rock, his pelt glowing in the moon light. Then she shook her head. If Wolfglare couldn't see himself being a leader, then why should she? ''Although Halestar might have beaten them by a couple mouses,'' She softly giggled and turned back to the tom. ''I'm Chrysanthemumshade---from Shadowclan.'' The first thing her mother taught her--well, specifically when it came to toms. Talk with a low voice, as if your flirting. Tilt your head to look cute, and bat your eyes. Chrysanthemumshade always had gorgeous eyes, so that was no problem. Then, introduce yourself effortlessly, like you've been having the conversation your entire life. Compliment them. Chrysanthemumshade scanned over the feline, looking for something to compliment him on. ''You seem like great fellow. Very kind, and mellow, nice to approach. Can I know your name?'' Everything her mother taught her. Being used upon every cat she met. Hopefully she did everything right, and she could think of this tom as an ally.

[/CENTER]



"Yeah.." he replied, the large cats did look powerful and majestic up there. "Er - I may sound mouse-brained, but what's going on with ThunderClan and WindClan? Us SkyClan cats aren't up-to-date with all the stuff happening in your Clans." He chuckled, turning to the she-cat. He smiled as she talked about Halestar, the leader of ShadowClan. He had a respect for her, she was a good leader. Then again, besides the Syndicate, all the leaders were respectable and kind. "Pebbleheart of SkyClan." Pebbleheart dipped his head, a grin on his face. If he wasn't being stupid, it seemed like she was trying to.. flirt with him? He shook the thought from his head, and looked back at the molly. "Nice to meet you, Chrysanthemumshade." He purred, his tail gently swaying. "And thank you." He replied to her compliments, his eyes glittering with warmth. As pretty as she might be, if she was flirting with him, he was too loyal to betray his Clan in any way. He gazed at the leaders, still clueless of the coldness in the air. Wasn't the Gathering a peaceful time?>




“Hello there, Ivorypaw.” The young warrior greeted the small apprentice with a kindhearted smile, “Oh, it’s quite alright. Tension is high in the clans tonight, so I wouldn’t blame him for being a bit on edge.” Flintheart eyed the Riverclan tom and Sproutwhisker smirked at him, giving the older tom a friendly, playful nudge, “Oh, come on now, Flintheart - I remember when we first met when I was a small apprentice.” The Riverclan male said, knowing how nervous and uncertain cats can be when it comes to being around so many different clan cats at once. The older warrior gave a small sigh and nodded, not saying anymore. He saw his apprentice give him a dip of his head and the grey-furred male returned the gesture. He noticed that they were around many Thunderclan cats, making Sproutwhisker stand out, being the only Riverclan cat in the area. “You sure that you don’t want to go with your clan?” He asked him and the black-furred tom shook his head. “No, I don’t mind being here - Noirepaw is probably off socializing and Talonfang didn’t come to the gathering.” Sproutwhisker assured him, “Besides, I haven’t seen you in a long time, it’s been an honor to see an old friend once again.” He purred and a small smile came to the warrior’s face. “It was nice to see you too, Sproutwhisker.”

Ebonypaw glanced back at the two toms, swallowing a sigh as he stared at his paws. "Ebonypaw, i'm sure somebody will like you if you introduce yourself! I've met plenty of grumps like you!" Ivorypaw chirped in an attempt to cheer her littermate up. He shrugged, then glanced at the leaders. "They look so powerful.." she breathed, his tail swaying. Ivorypaw nodded, her eyes filled with awe. "I know! Powerful, and wise, and amazing!" She squeaked, ears pricked as she gazed at them with admiration.




Amberstripe padded into the gathering, gazing at the masses of cats. Spotting Ivorypaw, Amberstripe smiled and started to make her way through the crowd, often saying "Sorry, excuse me, pardon me," as she managed to make it to her apprentice. "Hi Ebonypaw, hi Ivorypaw!" The she cat grinned, still slightly out of breath, and noticed Flintheart. Flintheart was a strict cat, and Ebonypaw's mentor. Amberstripe greatly admired the tom, and dipped her head in greeting. "Hello Flintheart, nice to see you." The Little Robin

"Hello Amberstripe!" Ivorypaw purred, nudging her brother. "Huh? Oh, hi Amberstripe." He mewed before focusing his attention back on the leaders. Ivorypaw smiled at her mentor before changing her focus to the same place as her brothers, a purr rumbling from her throat as she turned to Amberstripe. "It's sad there's so much tension at the Gathering because of mouse-brained war.." she sighed, her paws shuffling.

[Serendipity]

Tawnystream was usually very nervous at gatherings, their being a lot of cats and all, like a lot of cats. She wasn't very comfortable when theirs lots of cats all around. And the tension with WindClan wasn't helping all that much. And to be half clan... it didn't help very much either. Not that, Tawnystream cared all that about her heritage, it wasn't if any cat knew. She never told anyone. And it didn't matter anyways. She wouldn't care either. Blood didn't matter. Loyalty to her clan was important. Being half clan didn't make her any less loyal. Besides, she didn't even know her father, she never met him. She knew he was WindClan, or something. But honestly, she didn't really care. She had her sister, her mother, and that was all she needed. Her whiskers twitched as she scanned the gathering as calmly as she could, tail whisking at the sandy floor.
[OPEN!]
Tsunamicrash walked over to Tawnystream, smiling at the calico she-cat. Tsunamicrash usually didn't like talking to other cats, but the small black and white tom thought that Tawnystream looked kind. "Um, Hello..." He sighed. "I'm Tsunamicrash, nice to meet you." The cat smiled, trying their best to look friendly. He sat down a half fox-length's away from Tawnystream. "I mean, nice to see you.." Ugh, stupid! You're in the same clan, act normal! "Well, actually, I'm in Th-Thunderclan too, so, Um, Hi?" He looked at the ground, his ears burning with embarrasment.

[Captain]

Shadomaru
Blackfrost padded along beside her mate, Crowhawk, along with the rest of the Shadowclan group that headed into the Seastones. The black-and-white furred warrior hadn’t been to a gathering in a very long time, not since her apprentice days and it brought back exciting memories of when she was so small and the whole crowd looked so large with cats of all ranks from all the clans. Ever now, it looked amazing, seeing everyone all together in one place, or at least, most of them. As they headed through the group to find a spot to sit, Blackfrost couldn’t help but notice the thick tension in the air that was swarming through. She looked over at her mate with a bit of concern in her expression. “The tension between Windclan and Thunderclan is hard not to notice.” She murmured, keeping her tone low to avoid any confrontation with any cat that she passed by. The whole scene made her pelt prickle, but she acted her best and tried to not to be rude or disrespecting.


CandyFlossCat
Flintheart looked up to where the leaders sat, following the apprentice’s gaze. He was silent for a moment, listening to them talk about how powerful they are. It was true, leaders of clans are seen as strong, powerful cats with a lot of authority and responsibility. “Perhaps, someday, one of you will be the next leader of Thunderclan.” He said to the two siblings, his tail swishing back and forth as he looked at them with his bluish green-colored eyes. The old warrior wasn’t teasing either, who knew what the future held for the two young ones? He didn’t know, nor did they. He believed that anything was possible these days.


[ OPEN TO ANYONE ]
The muscular, long-haired male gave a small yawn as he scanned the large group of cats spread out before him, his amber-colored eyes seeming to flicker from cat to cat as he grew more and more bored of just sitting here, doing nothing. There seemed to be a lack of calm through the area with the tension between clans that have recently gone into not-so-happy terms. His own clan, Thunderclan, was one of them and he knew how uneasy his clanmates felt now, seeing them and Shadowclan cast glances of disgust towards one another while some avoided eye-contact all together. It made him feel uneasy, a weird shiver like feeling crawling up his spine through his dark orange fur. Redfeather knew that there was nothing that he alone could do to ease this feeling, so he decided to not bother with such things. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he caught sight of another cat - a she-cat, sitting alone in the gathering. She was among the Thunderclan group, so he assumed nothing more than that she was apart of his clan. He was a bit excited to go and talk to someone, but another cat soon walked over to her, striking up a conversation. It made him sigh and grow disappointed, knowing that he could’ve possibly made a friend out of that. He hesitated too much, perhaps.

[wickedvirtues]

CandyFlossCat
Flintheart looked up to where the leaders sat, following the apprentice’s gaze. He was silent for a moment, listening to them talk about how powerful they are. It was true, leaders of clans are seen as strong, powerful cats with a lot of authority and responsibility. “Perhaps, someday, one of you will be the next leader of Thunderclan.” He said to the two siblings, his tail swishing back and forth as he looked at them with his bluish green-colored eyes. The old warrior wasn’t teasing either, who knew what the future held for the two young ones? He didn’t know, nor did they. He believed that anything was possible these days.


Ivorypaw's eyes lit up, while Ebonypaw looked skeptical. "Ivorypaw maybe." He said simply, with a shrug. Ivorypaw frowned. "You could be a leader too!" She chirped to him, he nodded slightly, fixing his eyes on the leaders that were currently leading. Ebonystar, he had to admit, sounded cool. Ivorystar sounded more sweet, while Ebonypaw sounded more dark and mysterious. He imagined himself, sitting where Snowstar was, or Ivorypaw instead, and either of them as a deputy below the tree. He smiled softly, turning to Flintheart. "Do you want to be a leader?" He asked curiously.

[Brilliance]

Hunterpaw laughed a little bit, unable to help himself as he shook his head. "Aint that the truth," He chuckled, a more sincere smile on his face this time. Upon hearing his mentor's next words, Hunterpaw's smile faded. "Trust me, Springwind. I know. That's the only thing I dont say to she-cats. Not after.." He blinked, his gaze trailing after Wrenpaw. Then, he shook his head, looking back up at his mentor when he spoke again.

Hunterpaw had to smile, shaking his head. The black and white Tom sat down, curling his tail around his paws, and batting Springwind's tail away with a playful huff. When Springwind brought up Ratheart again, Hunterpaw glanced away, nodding. "Hopefully." He said vaguely, shaking his head. Springwind's next words brought a smile to his face, a warm feeling in his chest as he glanced up at the closest thing he had to a father.

"Alright, im cheered." When Alunapaw was brought up, Hunterpaw became a bit more alert, his gaze flickering to where he had last seen the she-cat, only to find she wasnt there anymore. "Hopefully she's not causing trouble." Hunterpaw joked, whiskers quivering slightly. His gaze trailed over to the ThunderClan cats for a moment, his ears pricking up slightly. I wonder.

Springwind felt himself purring that he managed to get a full smile from the tom. It was nice knowing that Hunterpaw was less worried about things. Besides that, he had his entire life to think about later. At the moment, Springwind would enjoy his time training him and raising him to be the best he can be. Despite knowing Hunterpaw carried a large ego, Springwind knew he would have continue feeding his confidence because Hunterpaw was--indeed, tender inside. Surprising it was, but Springwind seen this when Wrenpaw came over, and practically Hunterpaw almost lost it.

''Knowing, Aluna?'' Springwind chuckled. ''Kinda wish I didn't. Too much of a handful, and I thought tom-kits were. This girl is like a crazy whirlwind that is the definition of trouble.'' Of course he was joking, but Alunapaw was growing up. She was becoming quite rambunctious, much to Springwind's dismay, but he shook his head anyway. He still couldn't catch a whiff of her, but her sweet smell lingered within the crowd, so he knew she was still there...somewhere, but not close to where they had been.

Springwind was ready to continue on until he noticed Hunterpaw stop moving, and started staring into the distance once more. The tom perked his ears, hoping that Hunterpaw haven't found a new flirt target, or that he wasn't spying on Wrenpaw. But, when he followed the tom's gaze, his eyes narrowed. He knew there were complications when it came to Windclan and Thunderclan. Of course, he respected all leaders greatly--his own, more than others. ''Wish to mingle with the colonists?'' He asked, throwing his head forward toward the group of Thunderclan cats. ''After all...it was where you were born. Maybe, you see some old friends there.'' Springwind suggested. He didn't like Thunderclan, but it was still apart of his apprentice. He just hoped that if they did talk to any of them, that they would be nice. Peace would still be enacted, and no fights would brew.


"I'm Stormpaw, I was being careful about who I talk to! A kit knows that! Someone just startled me, that's all, This is my first Gathering, I was in trouble for the last one so I didn't get to come, Stupid queen saw I was trying to trick the kits into eating rabbit dung by saying it was a new kind of berry," He fluffed up his gray and black fur proudly. He saw her eyes, bright green, pretty. "Alunapaw? Cool name, my is just plain old Storm. That's my leader," he flicked his tail at Halestar. " I'm in Shadowclan if you haven't guessed, You surprised me by Windclan, a cat with your kind of fur would fit right in with the look those Riverclan fish eaters have, but it suits you. Guess it's good to keep the wind from chilling you at night." He smiled, a blindly white that made his pale yellow eyes bright. He saw she was unhappy. "Am I pestering you with my talking? I'm sorry I just really like to talk and I see something and I just can't help telling about it and I hate when it's quiet so I often talk myself to sleep even though it annoys my denmates like crazy-" he broke off with a chuckle. "That, was the longest run-on sentence I have ever talked," he told her.

Alunapaw flicked her tail as she listened to the other apprentice ramble on. Albeit a genuine smile was on her face. She had found herself laughing at the fact that he had trick those poor kits into thinking rabbit dung was berries. It was probably the only thing that cracked her up. ''Ah, a troublemaker you are?'' She tilted her head at him. Alunapaw, herself was quite the trouble maker, more so manipulating others to do things for her instead of getting into actual trouble. She played harmless pranks before, but nothing too extreme. ''I never thought about tricking kits into eating dung,'' She snorted, laughing. ''They're so cute, so I try to stay away from the kits! Though one time I did make a friend bump his head into a hard knocked tree--it was on accident though. I got in trouble because he received a concussion. My bad.'' A mischievous gleam glowed in her eyes as she stared at this apprentice in front of her. ''Stormpaw isn't a bad name! Have you ever thought about your warrior name?'' At this gathering, Alunapaw wanted to make friends. Even if they weren't from their own clan. The gathering was about that, right? ''Shadowclan, hm?'' She turned her head to look up at the leaders, noticing Halestar. The feline was quite large--and, it had been Alunapaw first gathering, so seeing the other leaders put her in awe for a moment. ''I thought I smelled wily and proud on you.'' She purred lightly, remembering a vivid conversation that her uncle had with another cat when it came to Shadowclan--something about them being proud or whatever it was. As he commented on her fur, Alunapaw looked down at her pelt. It was much cleaner since she went to the gathering, as she wanted to look presentable. Her fur was thick, taking on the pelt of her mother. Alunapaw then gave a small shrug. ''Perhaps my mother had been Riverclan.'' Alunapaw didn't know much about her mother, so she assumed this. ''Although I would never eat fish. It stinks!'' She giggled, shaking her head. This tom was...energetic, that was for sure, but Alunapaw felt that she could get along with him well. He was kind, and very hilarious. She found herself giggling at him upon his next words. She ruffled her pelt, ''You're not pestering me! You're far from it. I think I might like you.'' She purred, half-lidding her eyes for a moment. In the distance she could see her uncle, and wondered if he spot her. Surely, if he did he would come over and take her away from her new potential friend. Alunapaw didn't want that, so she tried to stay out of view. Alunapaw gave a gentle laugh towards the tom. He was...awkward in a sense, but overall she did like him. ''The quiet can get boring. At least you know how to hold a conversation...say, how about you and I cause a riot? Maybe get on a few of the warriors' nerves?'' She flicked her tail. That was the troubling thing that Alunapaw enjoyed doing. Her uncle wouldn't appreciate it, but even she needed a little fun every once in a while. And, who would be better to ask than her new partner in crime?



"Yeah.." he replied, the large cats did look powerful and majestic up there. "Er - I may sound mouse-brained, but what's going on with ThunderClan and WindClan? Us SkyClan cats aren't up-to-date with all the stuff happening in your Clans." He chuckled, turning to the she-cat. He smiled as she talked about Halestar, the leader of ShadowClan. He had a respect for her, she was a good leader. Then again, besides the Syndicate, all the leaders were respectable and kind. "Pebbleheart of SkyClan." Pebbleheart dipped his head, a grin on his face. If he wasn't being stupid, it seemed like she was trying to.. flirt with him? He shook the thought from his head, and looked back at the molly. "Nice to meet you, Chrysanthemumshade." He purred, his tail gently swaying. "And thank you." He replied to her compliments, his eyes glittering with warmth. As pretty as she might be, if she was flirting with him, he was too loyal to betray his Clan in any way. He gazed at the leaders, still clueless of the coldness in the air. Wasn't the Gathering a peaceful time?>


Chrysanthemumshade blinked. Evidently that was the wrong move for her to use. Inwardly, she punished herself. Stupid furball! But, at least the tom wasn't as scary looking as Wolfglare had been. Gosh, Wolfglare was such a hard target. All the feline wanted was a new friend. Apparently, the flirty type wasn't this tom's preference. What could be, then? Did a tom--individually-- have a different preference, or did it depend on clan? Chrysanthemumshade did not know this, so instead of seemingly flirting with him--which she wasn't trying to do. Chrysanthemumshade absolutely hate being flirted with. It was a complicated thing with her since her mother told her to use it upon every time. It dawned on the silver lining she cat that every tom was different. She was almost lost in her thoughts until she actually heard his voice. She flicked her ears, her fluffy pelt ruffled up for a moment before it settled down. Chrysanthemumshade had no idea whatever was going on within Windclan and Thunderclan. Shadowclan seemed to have enough problems with Riverclan. ''I have no idea, honestly.'' She mewed to him, glancing at him quickly before looking away. ''Perhaps you should ask a Windclan or Thunderclan cat about that?'' She giggled, and looked away awkwardly. ''But, I doubt anything would go down here. The gathering is for a moment of peace between the clans. The leaders should respect that or Starclan would put things into their own--and, we don't want that.'' She said, lifting her head up proudly, despite her small size. ''How is Skyclan, by the way? It must suck not to hear much news within the clans.'' She told him, softly. Perhaps after talking to him awhile, they would be friends. When the flirting technique didn't work, it was the friendly, teasing kind that work. The she cat managed to keep her voice full of humor, hoping that would please the tom. ''Ah, it's nice to meet you as well, Pebbleheart.'' Her green eyes flicked up to smile at him.

[Captain]

Ivorypaw's eyes lit up, while Ebonypaw looked skeptical. "Ivorypaw maybe." He said simply, with a shrug. Ivorypaw frowned. "You could be a leader too!" She chirped to him, he nodded slightly, fixing his eyes on the leaders that were currently leading. Ebonystar, he had to admit, sounded cool. Ivorystar sounded more sweet, while Ebonypaw sounded more dark and mysterious. He imagined himself, sitting where Snowstar was, or Ivorypaw instead, and either of them as a deputy below the tree. He smiled softly, turning to Flintheart. "Do you want to be a leader?" He asked curiously.

“Anyone can be leader, no matter who they are or how they are.” Flintheart told the both of them, “History has shown that, so that proves my point.” The grey-furred warrior looked up at the sky, which was decorated with bright stars. It was a beautiful scene to gaze at and he wondered about things for a moment or two before his apprentice asked him a question. It caught him off-guard and it made him think as he gazed at the spot where Snowstar stood. Could he have been leader? Would he make it as a proud commander of Thunderclan, in charge of such responsibilities? He shook his head, looking down at the young apprentice. “If I was much younger, then I would probably try and be leader. The idea of it sounds nice, but these days, I don’t think I’d have the energy and motivation to do it.” He explained, “You two, on the other paw, have potential to become something great - you’re a good pair, a duo of siblings that can do anything. I’m sure you both will become great warriors..” He said, gesturing up to the leaders, “Or something even more in the future.”

[graves]

Burningforest looked at the shadowclan cat,walking over to her."Your the shadowclan medicine cat right?" He asked,checking himself.He was positive she was shadowclan,but the scents where a little mingled,so it was a question to make sure he didn't make himself look stupid.He sat down a few feet away,not wanting to get to close just in case the medicine cat told him to leave.If wouldn't be the first time someone told him to leave,and probably not the last.
[daypaw uses they/them pronouns <3]
Daypaw looked up at the tom, raising an eyebrow,"Newly appointed, yes." Daypaw had only been appointed medicine cat two moons ago but it had felt like seasons. They didnt know how many cats they had treated so far, but they knew it was many. It seemed cats cats would do reckless things and then always expect their medcat to patch them up. Watching the tom sit down, it seemed like he was going to start a conversation. They werent against this, they just hadnt talked to many to get used to it. "Names Daypaw, yours?"

[Static]

[daypaw uses they/them pronouns <3]
Daypaw looked up at the tom, raising an eyebrow,"Newly appointed, yes." Daypaw had only been appointed medicine cat two moons ago but it had felt like seasons. They didnt know how many cats they had treated so far, but they knew it was many. It seemed cats cats would do reckless things and then always expect their medcat to patch them up. Watching the tom sit down, it seemed like he was going to start a conversation. They werent against this, they just hadnt talked to many to get used to it. "Names Daypaw, yours?"
"Burningforest." He said."From thunderclan." He added,almost forgetting."If your medicine cat,then why do you still have your apprintice name?" He asked curiously.Foxdung!I should have let her ask something first!Guess it's to late know though... he waited for the shadowclan cats answer quietly,hoping she didn't think he was rude over the question he asked so suddenly and,and rudly in his opinion.

[wickedvirtues]

“Anyone can be leader, no matter who they are or how they are.” Flintheart told the both of them, “History has shown that, so that proves my point.” The grey-furred warrior looked up at the sky, which was decorated with bright stars. It was a beautiful scene to gaze at and he wondered about things for a moment or two before his apprentice asked him a question. It caught him off-guard and it made him think as he gazed at the spot where Snowstar stood. Could he have been leader? Would he make it as a proud commander of Thunderclan, in charge of such responsibilities? He shook his head, looking down at the young apprentice. “If I was much younger, then I would probably try and be leader. The idea of it sounds nice, but these days, I don’t think I’d have the energy and motivation to do it.” He explained, “You two, on the other paw, have potential to become something great - you’re a good pair, a duo of siblings that can do anything. I’m sure you both will become great warriors..” He said, gesturing up to the leaders, “Or something even more in the future.”
"Yeah, I guess so." Ebonypaw replied, for once not including a snappy remark or eye roll. Ebonypaw chuckled at his mentors reply. "But you'd be a good leader, you have common sense, you aren't a pushover." Ebonypaw didn't mean to say that, but it did no harm to not be rude all the time. He wouldn't be a praising kind cat, either. He was a mix, of sorts, with a dash of nice in his sarcastic wits and rudeness. "Thanks, Flintheart. I think you'd make a great leader too, if you wanted" Ivorypaw purred, a grin on her face that was common. "I only wish everyone was at ease, though." She sighed, tension still thick in the air.






Chrysanthemumshade blinked. Evidently that was the wrong move for her to use. Inwardly, she punished herself. Stupid furball! But, at least the tom wasn't as scary looking as Wolfglare had been. Gosh, Wolfglare was such a hard target. All the feline wanted was a new friend. Apparently, the flirty type wasn't this tom's preference. What could be, then? Did a tom--individually-- have a different preference, or did it depend on clan? Chrysanthemumshade did not know this, so instead of seemingly flirting with him--which she wasn't trying to do. Chrysanthemumshade absolutely hate being flirted with. It was a complicated thing with her since her mother told her to use it upon every time. It dawned on the silver lining she cat that every tom was different. She was almost lost in her thoughts until she actually heard his voice. She flicked her ears, her fluffy pelt ruffled up for a moment before it settled down. Chrysanthemumshade had no idea whatever was going on within Windclan and Thunderclan. Shadowclan seemed to have enough problems with Riverclan. ''I have no idea, honestly.'' She mewed to him, glancing at him quickly before looking away. ''Perhaps you should ask a Windclan or Thunderclan cat about that?'' She giggled, and looked away awkwardly. ''But, I doubt anything would go down here. The gathering is for a moment of peace between the clans. The leaders should respect that or Starclan would put things into their own--and, we don't want that.'' She said, lifting her head up proudly, despite her small size. ''How is Skyclan, by the way? It must suck not to hear much news within the clans.'' She told him, softly. Perhaps after talking to him awhile, they would be friends. When the flirting technique didn't work, it was the friendly, teasing kind that work. The she cat managed to keep her voice full of humor, hoping that would please the tom. ''Ah, it's nice to meet you as well, Pebbleheart.'' Her green eyes flicked up to smile at him.


Chuckling at her reply, he glanced around. "I'm sure they'll try and explain it.. calmly." He replied, a tint of worry in his mew. Thoughts of a huge battle at the Gathering, the moon being covered with clouds as a sign they'd upset StarClan, startled him as he sighed softly. She wasn't exactly flirting anymore, which made him a bit more at ease. He wouldn't dare fall for her or even find her more than a friend at the end of the gathering, for he was one of the most loyal cats you could meet. Always out hunting or feeding the queens or elders. Pebbleheart smiled at Chrysanthemumshade. "True. I don't think they're mouse-brained enough to disrespect StarClan though." He mewed calmly. "SkyClan is good as always, it's not fantastic with the Syndicate so close to it, but it's calm. Since that's the only group near us we don't get much drama." He replied, talking fondly of his Clan. "What about ShadowClan?" He asked, if he couldn't understand the Thunder and WindClan drama, perhaps something he should know about was happening in ShadowClan.

[Brilliance]

[ OPEN TO ANYONE ]
The muscular, long-haired male gave a small yawn as he scanned the large group of cats spread out before him, his amber-colored eyes seeming to flicker from cat to cat as he grew more and more bored of just sitting here, doing nothing. There seemed to be a lack of calm through the area with the tension between clans that have recently gone into not-so-happy terms. His own clan, Thunderclan, was one of them and he knew how uneasy his clanmates felt now, seeing them and Shadowclan cast glances of disgust towards one another while some avoided eye-contact all together. It made him feel uneasy, a weird shiver like feeling crawling up his spine through his dark orange fur. Redfeather knew that there was nothing that he alone could do to ease this feeling, so he decided to not bother with such things. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he caught sight of another cat - a she-cat, sitting alone in the gathering. She was among the Thunderclan group, so he assumed nothing more than that she was apart of his clan. He was a bit excited to go and talk to someone, but another cat soon walked over to her, striking up a conversation. It made him sigh and grow disappointed, knowing that he could’ve possibly made a friend out of that. He hesitated too much, perhaps.

A long-furred calico trotted her way through the area. She was known to stray away from her particular group--Skyclan. Where she should be following in the line of the other cats, but she was excited. See, Splotchfeather adored making friends outside their clans. Since Skyclan didn't share borders with the other clans, going to gatherings were the only thing possible to make outside clan friends. It humored her, made her laugh as a graceful smile was placed on her maw. She looked dreamy-eyed, in awe at the world around her. Her pelt fluffy and downy, surrounding her like a warm blanket. As she continued to make her way to different places, the she cat found the different scents flooding into her nostrils. She didn't know which clan she was intruding on. The cats were different here, but Splotchfeather remained the same. Looking like a kit with stars in her eyes. Her expression curious, tainted with cuteness. She looked like the bubbly character that always made the day bright, and she never allowed herself to lose a chance. Everything was amazing to her, and perhaps she should had watched where she was going, but she accidentally bumped shoulders with another tom. Certainly, not of her own clan. She stared at him with bright yellow hues. ''I am so sorry!'' Her voice was a bit loud--concerned, really. ''I didn't mean to bump into you. Sometimes I be in such a hurry, that I don't pay attention to where I'm going. I hate when that happens. Especially when my eyes are opened, and my path is literally in front of me. I think I was lost in my thoughts again. I'm sorry, once again. Please forgive me. I've always been bit of a bird brain,'' She giggled, then closed her maw as she noticed she was talking too much, but that's who this feline was. She was absolutely friendly to everyone and everything. Completely harmless, and naturally sweet. Sometimes it may have got annoying, but she hoped the tom didn't mind her intrusion.


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CandyFlossCat

So far...so good. Chrysanthemumshade privately smiled at herself. The tom wasn't clawing at her, and she might just had made a new friend. She didn't want to mislead him at all, or anything for that matter. It would had been quite rude, and Chrysanthemumshade was not a rude cat. ''I don't think they're that stupid to cause such a...disturbance.'' She was actually enjoying his company, even though he was from a different clan. A much further clan that is. ''Everyone knows Starclan is the most powerful of all the clans.'' She blinked, fear almost appearing in her eyes. But as he continued on, Chrysanthemumshade tilted her head. She rarely heard about the Syndicate. Only that it was an evil place. Shadowclan didn't share a border with the Syndicate, and that made her happy for a bit. ''I'm glad Skyclan is doing well...who is the leader of Skyclan?'' She shook her head. ''Sorry, I don't really pay attention to most of the leaders because I'm mostly from Shadowclan. We're pretty shady cats. We like to keep to ourselves.'' She stated, almost proudly as she flicked her tail. He had asked about Shadowclan, and the female hesitated to tell him much. She didn't think Halestar would appreciate the clan's business going around. ''Just some little squirmshes with another clan. No big deal. Already handled.'' Hopefully...though that was all that Chrysanthemumshade allowed herself to speak about. She was loyal to her clan as well, and would die with her life to protect it despite the fact that she hated doing her duties most of the time. Now, Chrysanthemumshade knew it was time for a subject change. Something that did not involve their clans, but what was there to talk about? She thought for a second before she nodded her head to herself, turning her head back to look at the grey tom. ''So, what are you hoping to hear about tonight? You have any other family or friends from the other clans?'' Hopefully, that would trail away from the privacy of their clans.

[wickedvirtues]

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CandyFlossCat

So far...so good. Chrysanthemumshade privately smiled at herself. The tom wasn't clawing at her, and she might just had made a new friend. She didn't want to mislead him at all, or anything for that matter. It would had been quite rude, and Chrysanthemumshade was not a rude cat. ''I don't think they're that stupid to cause such a...disturbance.'' She was actually enjoying his company, even though he was from a different clan. A much further clan that is. ''Everyone knows Starclan is the most powerful of all the clans.'' She blinked, fear almost appearing in her eyes. But as he continued on, Chrysanthemumshade tilted her head. She rarely heard about the Syndicate. Only that it was an evil place. Shadowclan didn't share a border with the Syndicate, and that made her happy for a bit. ''I'm glad Skyclan is doing well...who is the leader of Skyclan?'' She shook her head. ''Sorry, I don't really pay attention to most of the leaders because I'm mostly from Shadowclan. We're pretty shady cats. We like to keep to ourselves.'' She stated, almost proudly as she flicked her tail. He had asked about Shadowclan, and the female hesitated to tell him much. She didn't think Halestar would appreciate the clan's business going around. ''Just some little squirmshes with another clan. No big deal. Already handled.'' Hopefully...though that was all that Chrysanthemumshade allowed herself to speak about. She was loyal to her clan as well, and would die with her life to protect it despite the fact that she hated doing her duties most of the time. Now, Chrysanthemumshade knew it was time for a subject change. Something that did not involve their clans, but what was there to talk about? She thought for a second before she nodded her head to herself, turning her head back to look at the grey tom. ''So, what are you hoping to hear about tonight? You have any other family or friends from the other clans?'' Hopefully, that would trail away from the privacy of their clans.[/CENTER]

Pebbleheart smiled at the she-cat, enjoying her company as he purred softly. He wasn't finding her a flirt, more a teasing and friendly cat he was growing to like. He'd definitely attempt to talk to her if he saw her at another Gathering. "Yeah. They've got intelligence" he chuckled, his tail swaying behind him. The company of this she-cat was nice, unlike a couple other cats he'd talked to she wasn't bragging about her Clan or trash-talking the others. It was nice. "True, they have powers beyond imagination.." he mewed, a mix of awe and.. fear in his eyes. StarClan had done some pretty scary things in the past, with their power. An amused look on his face, he gestured to a tom with the other leaders. "That tom, his name is Grousestar. His deputy is Auroraflame, that she-cat." He gestured to the she-cat with the other deputies. "It's fine! It took me awhile to remember the other Clan leaders and deputies, since we're not sharing boarders with them." He replied, it'd taken him half a moon to remember Russetstar. The description of ShadowClan didn't appeal to him, but they must have different preferences. He dipped his head, a smile on his face. "I hope everything remains well" he mewed, respecting her decision to keep their information vague. Pebbleheart wouldn't have told her about anything important going on in SkyClan exactly, not because he didn't trust her, but because he didn't want to spill all his Clan's information. Grousestar wouldn't appreciate that, he was sure. Glad for the subject change, he flicked his ear. "Just that everyone is well, and perhaps a bit of information." Pebbleheart mewed with a shrug. "I have a few friends scattered throughout the Clans from other gatherings, but no family." He replied, his family was pure SkyClan. "Were you hoping to hear anything particular? Any friends in other Clans?" He didn't bring up family, just in case. "You probably have more than me, due to my residence" he chuckled.

[Bracken12]

Springwind felt himself purring that he managed to get a full smile from the tom. It was nice knowing that Hunterpaw was less worried about things. Besides that, he had his entire life to think about later. At the moment, Springwind would enjoy his time training him and raising him to be the best he can be. Despite knowing Hunterpaw carried a large ego, Springwind knew he would have continue feeding his confidence because Hunterpaw was--indeed, tender inside. Surprising it was, but Springwind seen this when Wrenpaw came over, and practically Hunterpaw almost lost it.

''Knowing, Aluna?'' Springwind chuckled. ''Kinda wish I didn't. Too much of a handful, and I thought tom-kits were. This girl is like a crazy whirlwind that is the definition of trouble.'' Of course he was joking, but Alunapaw was growing up. She was becoming quite rambunctious, much to Springwind's dismay, but he shook his head anyway. He still couldn't catch a whiff of her, but her sweet smell lingered within the crowd, so he knew she was still there...somewhere, but not close to where they had been.

Springwind was ready to continue on until he noticed Hunterpaw stop moving, and started staring into the distance once more. The tom perked his ears, hoping that Hunterpaw haven't found a new flirt target, or that he wasn't spying on Wrenpaw. But, when he followed the tom's gaze, his eyes narrowed. He knew there were complications when it came to Windclan and Thunderclan. Of course, he respected all leaders greatly--his own, more than others. ''Wish to mingle with the colonists?'' He asked, throwing his head forward toward the group of Thunderclan cats. ''After all...it was where you were born. Maybe, you see some old friends there.'' Springwind suggested. He didn't like Thunderclan, but it was still apart of his apprentice. He just hoped that if they did talk to any of them, that they would be nice. Peace would still be enacted, and no fights would brew.




Alunapaw flicked her tail as she listened to the other apprentice ramble on. Albeit a genuine smile was on her face. She had found herself laughing at the fact that he had trick those poor kits into thinking rabbit dung was berries. It was probably the only thing that cracked her up. ''Ah, a troublemaker you are?'' She tilted her head at him. Alunapaw, herself was quite the trouble maker, more so manipulating others to do things for her instead of getting into actual trouble. She played harmless pranks before, but nothing too extreme. ''I never thought about tricking kits into eating dung,'' She snorted, laughing. ''They're so cute, so I try to stay away from the kits! Though one time I did make a friend bump his head into a hard knocked tree--it was on accident though. I got in trouble because he received a concussion. My bad.'' A mischievous gleam glowed in her eyes as she stared at this apprentice in front of her. ''Stormpaw isn't a bad name! Have you ever thought about your warrior name?'' At this gathering, Alunapaw wanted to make friends. Even if they weren't from their own clan. The gathering was about that, right? ''Shadowclan, hm?'' She turned her head to look up at the leaders, noticing Halestar. The feline was quite large--and, it had been Alunapaw first gathering, so seeing the other leaders put her in awe for a moment. ''I thought I smelled wily and proud on you.'' She purred lightly, remembering a vivid conversation that her uncle had with another cat when it came to Shadowclan--something about them being proud or whatever it was. As he commented on her fur, Alunapaw looked down at her pelt. It was much cleaner since she went to the gathering, as she wanted to look presentable. Her fur was thick, taking on the pelt of her mother. Alunapaw then gave a small shrug. ''Perhaps my mother had been Riverclan.'' Alunapaw didn't know much about her mother, so she assumed this. ''Although I would never eat fish. It stinks!'' She giggled, shaking her head. This tom was...energetic, that was for sure, but Alunapaw felt that she could get along with him well. He was kind, and very hilarious. She found herself giggling at him upon his next words. She ruffled her pelt, ''You're not pestering me! You're far from it. I think I might like you.'' She purred, half-lidding her eyes for a moment. In the distance she could see her uncle, and wondered if he spot her. Surely, if he did he would come over and take her away from her new potential friend. Alunapaw didn't want that, so she tried to stay out of view. Alunapaw gave a gentle laugh towards the tom. He was...awkward in a sense, but overall she did like him. ''The quiet can get boring. At least you know how to hold a conversation...say, how about you and I cause a riot? Maybe get on a few of the warriors' nerves?'' She flicked her tail. That was the troubling thing that Alunapaw enjoyed doing. Her uncle wouldn't appreciate it, but even she needed a little fun every once in a while. And, who would be better to ask than her new partner in crime?





Chrysanthemumshade blinked. Evidently that was the wrong move for her to use. Inwardly, she punished herself. Stupid furball! But, at least the tom wasn't as scary looking as Wolfglare had been. Gosh, Wolfglare was such a hard target. All the feline wanted was a new friend. Apparently, the flirty type wasn't this tom's preference. What could be, then? Did a tom--individually-- have a different preference, or did it depend on clan? Chrysanthemumshade did not know this, so instead of seemingly flirting with him--which she wasn't trying to do. Chrysanthemumshade absolutely hate being flirted with. It was a complicated thing with her since her mother told her to use it upon every time. It dawned on the silver lining she cat that every tom was different. She was almost lost in her thoughts until she actually heard his voice. She flicked her ears, her fluffy pelt ruffled up for a moment before it settled down. Chrysanthemumshade had no idea whatever was going on within Windclan and Thunderclan. Shadowclan seemed to have enough problems with Riverclan. ''I have no idea, honestly.'' She mewed to him, glancing at him quickly before looking away. ''Perhaps you should ask a Windclan or Thunderclan cat about that?'' She giggled, and looked away awkwardly. ''But, I doubt anything would go down here. The gathering is for a moment of peace between the clans. The leaders should respect that or Starclan would put things into their own--and, we don't want that.'' She said, lifting her head up proudly, despite her small size. ''How is Skyclan, by the way? It must suck not to hear much news within the clans.'' She told him, softly. Perhaps after talking to him awhile, they would be friends. When the flirting technique didn't work, it was the friendly, teasing kind that work. The she cat managed to keep her voice full of humor, hoping that would please the tom. ''Ah, it's nice to meet you as well, Pebbleheart.'' Her green eyes flicked up to smile at him.


"A Riot?" he squeaked, pale yellow eyes flickering with excitement. "i've never caused a riot before, the worst thing i've done is get three Riverclan warriors, one of which is I think that tom that yelled at me, have to escort me back to my camp because i fell in the river. But get a chance to get on some Warriors' nerves? you bet!" he leaped up and walked a few steps before collapsing. All four paws in the air. "My paws!" he screeched. "My paws are hurt! My poor, poor paws!" he then pretended to black out. As a pale calico she cat sniffed him he jumped up, causing her to let out a yelp of surprise. " Gotcha!" he shrieked as he ran back to Alunapaw. "How did I do?" he asked as the she cat glared at him, along with her two friends.

[Dust]

[Disclaimer: Some -phobic content]

[Open to FUZZ family members]

Head held high, Cedartuft picked her way into the clearing, her long tail brushing against others and sweeping the ground behind her. Gazing around the clearing, the molly let out a tired huff before picking her way over to a secluded corner away from most of the "undesirables." Honestly, Cedar had trouble understanding why in Starclan's name they were allowed to even touch the sacred ground of Seastones, but she'd just have to keep it to herself for now. A cough shook her frame, but she quickly recovered by giving her chest fur a few licks. Glancing around the clearing, Cedar let her gaze drift among the cats, mostly looking for her kits and mate, although she wasn't completely sure if all of them had decided to come. She had seen a few familiar pelts, most of her own beautiful, if not gorgeous, coloring, so she didn't feel entirely left out. All that was left was to wait for her family to seek her out. Raising her head high, she let her gaze wander to the rock holding almost all the leaders, shaking her head slightly. Cedar didn't get out of the nursery often - where else would she go? - but the old queen could spot a pregnancy from a mile away. She should resign and be where she belongs.. taking care of her kits. Shaking her head again, a displeased sigh leaving her maw, the molly shuffled her paws into a comfortable position and wrapped her tail around her paws neatly.

[Captain]

A long-furred calico trotted her way through the area. She was known to stray away from her particular group--Skyclan. Where she should be following in the line of the other cats, but she was excited. See, Splotchfeather adored making friends outside their clans. Since Skyclan didn't share borders with the other clans, going to gatherings were the only thing possible to make outside clan friends. It humored her, made her laugh as a graceful smile was placed on her maw. She looked dreamy-eyed, in awe at the world around her. Her pelt fluffy and downy, surrounding her like a warm blanket. As she continued to make her way to different places, the she cat found the different scents flooding into her nostrils. She didn't know which clan she was intruding on. The cats were different here, but Splotchfeather remained the same. Looking like a kit with stars in her eyes. Her expression curious, tainted with cuteness. She looked like the bubbly character that always made the day bright, and she never allowed herself to lose a chance. Everything was amazing to her, and perhaps she should had watched where she was going, but she accidentally bumped shoulders with another tom. Certainly, not of her own clan. She stared at him with bright yellow hues. ''I am so sorry!'' Her voice was a bit loud--concerned, really. ''I didn't mean to bump into you. Sometimes I be in such a hurry, that I don't pay attention to where I'm going. I hate when that happens. Especially when my eyes are opened, and my path is literally in front of me. I think I was lost in my thoughts again. I'm sorry, once again. Please forgive me. I've always been bit of a bird brain,'' She giggled, then closed her maw as she noticed she was talking too much, but that's who this feline was. She was absolutely friendly to everyone and everything. Completely harmless, and naturally sweet. Sometimes it may have got annoying, but she hoped the tom didn't mind her intrusion.



The dark orange-furred male stared on at a few clanmates conversing, not putting any word into the conversation, only listening with a neutral, yet somewhat calmed expression on his maw and he wondered if other cats didn’t approach him because of his size - he was a big tom and strong too, in his opinion, and maybe that intimidated others or something. He’d never know for certain, Redfeather was, after all, a strong, silent type and he never really asked questions unless they were really important. As the Thunderclan male gave a sigh and shook his head, he jumped ever so slightly when someone bumped into him, his fur bristling in surprise. He turned his head and his deep amber-hued eyes met a small calico who was peering up at him with bright yellow-hued eyes, filled with curiosity and fascination that reminded him of a kitten. Redfeather parted his jaws to speak, but the she-cat quickly spoke before him, apologizing in a loud tone that surprised him, but he remained silent as she went on about how she was clumsy and not watching where she was going. This went on for about a minute or so before the small she-cat realized her rambling, shutting her mouth after uttering a little giggle that made his heart pound. The large male gave the calico a warming smile before speaking. “It’s quite alright.” Redfeather remarked, his tone deep and soothing to the ears, “It’s not the first time someone’s bumped into a badger like me, nor will it be the last.” The male joked, being the large maine coon that he was. He didn’t recognize the smell on her, it was no clan that was near Thunderclan, that was for sure. “Skyclan, right?” Redfeather said, asking her about the clan she was in, “You’re not a bird-brain, don’t worry. There’s an empty space next to me that you’re welcome to have.” He said her, hinting to the she-cat about joining him while listening to the Gathering, his tone polite and hoping that nothing about him scared the smaller cat. “The name’s Redfeather, I’m a warrior of Thunderclan.” Redfeather introduced himself with a rumbling purr. The tom didn’t know much about socializing when he thought about it, he just took up space sometimes. “You sensing the tension around here between the clans too?” The maine coon asked her.

[Ainz Ooal Gown]

Shadomaru
Blackfrost padded along beside her mate, Crowhawk, along with the rest of the Shadowclan group that headed into the Seastones. The black-and-white furred warrior hadn’t been to a gathering in a very long time, not since her apprentice days and it brought back exciting memories of when she was so small and the whole crowd looked so large with cats of all ranks from all the clans. Ever now, it looked amazing, seeing everyone all together in one place, or at least, most of them. As they headed through the group to find a spot to sit, Blackfrost couldn’t help but notice the thick tension in the air that was swarming through. She looked over at her mate with a bit of concern in her expression. “The tension between Windclan and Thunderclan is hard not to notice.” She murmured, keeping her tone low to avoid any confrontation with any cat that she passed by. The whole scene made her pelt prickle, but she acted her best and tried to not to be rude or disrespecting.


CandyFlossCat
Flintheart looked up to where the leaders sat, following the apprentice’s gaze. He was silent for a moment, listening to them talk about how powerful they are. It was true, leaders of clans are seen as strong, powerful cats with a lot of authority and responsibility. “Perhaps, someday, one of you will be the next leader of Thunderclan.” He said to the two siblings, his tail swishing back and forth as he looked at them with his bluish green-colored eyes. The old warrior wasn’t teasing either, who knew what the future held for the two young ones? He didn’t know, nor did they. He believed that anything was possible these days.


[ OPEN TO ANYONE ]
The muscular, long-haired male gave a small yawn as he scanned the large group of cats spread out before him, his amber-colored eyes seeming to flicker from cat to cat as he grew more and more bored of just sitting here, doing nothing. There seemed to be a lack of calm through the area with the tension between clans that have recently gone into not-so-happy terms. His own clan, Thunderclan, was one of them and he knew how uneasy his clanmates felt now, seeing them and Shadowclan cast glances of disgust towards one another while some avoided eye-contact all together. It made him feel uneasy, a weird shiver like feeling crawling up his spine through his dark orange fur. Redfeather knew that there was nothing that he alone could do to ease this feeling, so he decided to not bother with such things. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he caught sight of another cat - a she-cat, sitting alone in the gathering. She was among the Thunderclan group, so he assumed nothing more than that she was apart of his clan. He was a bit excited to go and talk to someone, but another cat soon walked over to her, striking up a conversation. It made him sigh and grow disappointed, knowing that he could’ve possibly made a friend out of that. He hesitated too much, perhaps.
Crowhawk stayed close to Blackfrost as they walked into the place where they would all be sitting. It was such a thing he didn't enjoy as much anymore considering he didn't really like being around all these cats at once. It meant if he did one thing embarrassing or wrong, cats of all the clans would stare at him. But he managed to stay cool and not look like a complete idiot as they walked in. Though it was supposed to be a time of peace, Crowhawk could tell that something might happen tonight that could cause some arguing. Then he heard Blackfrost tell him about the tension. "I know. I think every cat here can feel it. It's better to probably not talk about it here." He said.

[Brilliance]

"A Riot?" he squeaked, pale yellow eyes flickering with excitement. "i've never caused a riot before, the worst thing i've done is get three Riverclan warriors, one of which is I think that tom that yelled at me, have to escort me back to my camp because i fell in the river. But get a chance to get on some Warriors' nerves? you bet!" he leaped up and walked a few steps before collapsing. All four paws in the air. "My paws!" he screeched. "My paws are hurt! My poor, poor paws!" he then pretended to black out. As a pale calico she cat sniffed him he jumped up, causing her to let out a yelp of surprise. " Gotcha!" he shrieked as he ran back to Alunapaw. "How did I do?" he asked as the she cat glared at him, along with her two friends.

Alunapaw giggled once more, finding the tom to be very odd in his way, but enjoyable company nonetheless. She had purred when he went off to cause some mischief, and she watched with keen eyes of his moves. Tricking a she cat that his paw was hurt. He had succeeded and bounded back over to her. Alunapaw watched the she cat and her friends glare at them, and it made her purr rumble louder. ''Awesome!'' She hopped on her own paws, getting the inspiration to cause a riot on her own. Only...she didn't know what type of riot she wanted to do. Something subtle that her uncle wouldn't notice that she did it. Alunapaw's mind clicked and she gave a wink towards Stormpaw. ''Watch this.'' She whispered, flickering her tail as she sauntered past him. In the distance, she made out a fellow clan cat. Not knowing which clan they were. Definitely not riverclan as they didn't have that horrific stench of fish, but it was some clan cat. And, she sat beside him, not close enough for him to know she was up to something. Beside her, she stared at a train of ants. Ants were good to use for pranking, weren't they? Suddenly a new idea hatched into her mind as she carefully used a claw to hook on an ant, allowing it to run along her sharp talons. Without allowing anyone to see her, she planted a few ants within his pelt, tenderly to not be caught. Then, she stepped back after her masterpiece was finished. She gave Stormpaw a look behind her shoulder, her charming smile of mischief and awaited for the action to began. The clan cat only sat there for a moment--stoic before he began to itch. He was getting irritated and Alunapaw was clearly about to burst out laughing. Soon enough he did jump up screaming. Cats nearby stared at him as if he were crazy, which made Alunapaw saunter back towards her new friend. She didn't want to be apart of that trouble, but it did give her a good laugh. ''Okay, so I didn't cause a riot--but he did it for me!'' She purred, laughing once more. ''Saved me the trouble. And the horrible cause of using my voice,'' She shrugged, bringing her tail close to her in a comforting way.


Pebbleheart smiled at the she-cat, enjoying her company as he purred softly. He wasn't finding her a flirt, more a teasing and friendly cat he was growing to like. He'd definitely attempt to talk to her if he saw her at another Gathering. "Yeah. They've got intelligence" he chuckled, his tail swaying behind him. The company of this she-cat was nice, unlike a couple other cats he'd talked to she wasn't bragging about her Clan or trash-talking the others. It was nice. "True, they have powers beyond imagination.." he mewed, a mix of awe and.. fear in his eyes. StarClan had done some pretty scary things in the past, with their power. An amused look on his face, he gestured to a tom with the other leaders. "That tom, his name is Grousestar. His deputy is Auroraflame, that she-cat." He gestured to the she-cat with the other deputies. "It's fine! It took me awhile to remember the other Clan leaders and deputies, since we're not sharing boarders with them." He replied, it'd taken him half a moon to remember Russetstar. The description of ShadowClan didn't appeal to him, but they must have different preferences. He dipped his head, a smile on his face. "I hope everything remains well" he mewed, respecting her decision to keep their information vague. Pebbleheart wouldn't have told her about anything important going on in SkyClan exactly, not because he didn't trust her, but because he didn't want to spill all his Clan's information. Grousestar wouldn't appreciate that, he was sure. Glad for the subject change, he flicked his ear. "Just that everyone is well, and perhaps a bit of information." Pebbleheart mewed with a shrug. "I have a few friends scattered throughout the Clans from other gatherings, but no family." He replied, his family was pure SkyClan. "Were you hoping to hear anything particular? Any friends in other Clans?" He didn't bring up family, just in case. "You probably have more than me, due to my residence" he chuckled.

Chrysanthemumshade looked towards the leaders, flicking her ears as she heard Pebbleheart introduce his leader and deputy. She nodded, now that she knew their names. ''Ah, Grousestar and Auroraflame.'' She nodded, tilting her head for a moment as she done so. Then, a small smile came onto her maw as she thought about something, but quickly dismissed it. ''I hardly ever pay attention to my...nevermind.'' She shook her head, blinking her eyes. Chrysanthemumshade feared for anyone to truly get to know her. She liked being secret. Not because of the shady clan she was in, but because she learned long ago that being herself was not good enough. Her mother had drained all the power from her, and left her in a shell of what she used to be--of who she wanted to be. Upon his next words, Chrysanthemumshade lightly gave her tail a thump. ''Oh, everything will be fine in Shadowclan--I just know it. But thank you for your concern. You're so kind.'' She smiled at him. ''And, I hope the same for Skyclan. It's nice to be here without tearing each other's throats out, you know?'' She giggled. ''It would be nice if the clans were always like this. Peaceful. Not just on gathering night.'' Chrysanthemumshade was always a benevolent she cat, but she wasn't afraid to fight if she needed to. She just preferred peace over power. Upon his next words, the small feline nodded. ''Same. I wonder what will go on tonight. Seems like everyone is having something peaceful.'' The she cat says, then narrowed her eyes as she took a look at a couple apprentices. ''Except for the troubling making apprentices, that is.'' Even though they weren't doing as they were suppose to, it had warmed Chrysanthemumshade's heart. They were funny, she had to admit. Her ears slightly flattened at his last words, and she turned her head to give her pelt a couple licks. You'd be surprised. She wanted to roll her eyes. Making friends was never easy for her. She always was under the impression that she needed to impress another cat before she could be accepted as their friend. ''Oh, yeah! Plenty friends...'' She giggled, trailing off. ''I'm certainly the life of the party!'' She mewed, turning once back to him with her foresty hues gleaming, and a charming smile placed on her maw. The life of the party? More like the fool of it.


The dark orange-furred male stared on at a few clanmates conversing, not putting any word into the conversation, only listening with a neutral, yet somewhat calmed expression on his maw and he wondered if other cats didn’t approach him because of his size - he was a big tom and strong too, in his opinion, and maybe that intimidated others or something. He’d never know for certain, Redfeather was, after all, a strong, silent type and he never really asked questions unless they were really important. As the Thunderclan male gave a sigh and shook his head, he jumped ever so slightly when someone bumped into him, his fur bristling in surprise. He turned his head and his deep amber-hued eyes met a small calico who was peering up at him with bright yellow-hued eyes, filled with curiosity and fascination that reminded him of a kitten. Redfeather parted his jaws to speak, but the she-cat quickly spoke before him, apologizing in a loud tone that surprised him, but he remained silent as she went on about how she was clumsy and not watching where she was going. This went on for about a minute or so before the small she-cat realized her rambling, shutting her mouth after uttering a little giggle that made his heart pound. The large male gave the calico a warming smile before speaking. “It’s quite alright.” Redfeather remarked, his tone deep and soothing to the ears, “It’s not the first time someone’s bumped into a badger like me, nor will it be the last.” The male joked, being the large maine coon that he was. He didn’t recognize the smell on her, it was no clan that was near Thunderclan, that was for sure. “Skyclan, right?” Redfeather said, asking her about the clan she was in, “You’re not a bird-brain, don’t worry. There’s an empty space next to me that you’re welcome to have.” He said her, hinting to the she-cat about joining him while listening to the Gathering, his tone polite and hoping that nothing about him scared the smaller cat. “The name’s Redfeather, I’m a warrior of Thunderclan.” Redfeather introduced himself with a rumbling purr. The tom didn’t know much about socializing when he thought about it, he just took up space sometimes. “You sensing the tension around here between the clans too?” The maine coon asked her.

The small calico feline let out a breath of relief upon realizing that he had forgiven her. Most cats in her own clan found her to be unbearable at times. And, occasionally, she had met some pretty nice cats, but she was still somewhat of a new warrior. Within joining the clans and all. This had been her second gathering, and, just like last time, she made a complete fool of herself. The feline shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts. Her gaze trailed the outline--his form, and she slightly tilted her head until her eyes met his. She looked confused for a second, before she smiled up at him. She giggled when he called himself a badger. ''Badgers are really dangerous though!'' She vigorously shook her head, her yellow hues almost growing wide. ''When I was younger my brothers and I encountered a badger, but he didn't get us! Our mother took care of him! He was so vicious--and scary--and ugly. I was scared, but I suppose I was the one who caused us harm. After all, I didn't stay where I was suppose to, and my brothers thought because I was the eldest, they would follow me. Whew! I got the hardest nip of my life! My mother scolded me, terribly--oh.'' She closed her maw once again. ''I tend to do that a lot. I mean talk. Because talking is good, but my clan mates say I talk too much. Sometimes I trail off onto different topics without even noticing it. I can't help it, it's like I have to do it. You know what I mean? I mean, Starclan wouldn't have given me a mouth if I couldn't use it. I love to sing occasionally. I sing all the time. I would sing now, but I don't want to be soul attention, you know--you know what? I'm just gonna stop talking now.'' She bowed her head, hiding a small smile that was on her maw. This tom, despite his large size, was pretty nice. Splotchfeather was sure he was one of those intimidating toms that didn't like company--but he wasn't, and she felt comfortable. Even if he were from a different clan. ''I am Skyclan.'' She lifted her head proudly, swishing her tail to the side for a moment with a sparkling smile. Upon his next words, Splotchfeather looked behind her, trying to find sense in her own clan, but decided that maybe--just, maybe, she would sit right here and talk for while. She always was in the mood for a new friend, and this tom right here seemed wonderful to get to know. So, she sat next to him, her tail wrapped slightly around her. She just hoped that the other cats wouldn't mind. This was a different clan, and Splotchfeather always had to keep a cautious eye out, despite the kindness that this large cat was showing her. ''Redfeather?'' She echoed, then her eyes light up, and she jumped from her seat, her fur ruffling about. ''I'm Splotchfeather!'' She shouted, more loudly than she intended too. ''I can't believe we have the same suffix! Wow! That's amazing! Redfeather and Splotchfeather! We should definitely set up a group of feathers!'' She giggled once more, finding joy that she shared something in common with this tom--and potentially a new friend. See, Splotchfeather was too lost in her own world to notice anything wrong. She didn't see any type of tensions going on within the packs. She was too busy running after fireflies at night, or trying to cheer a sad face up. Her enthusiasm was hard to calm down as she always got excited over the simplest of things. Like, now. As she was lost in her own world, she didn't hear what Redfeather had said, so the feline sat next to him once more, tilting her head up to stare at him. He was so big! And, she was so small compared to him. If Thunderclan toms were like that, she was definitely intimidated. But, he was nice. She wondered if all Thunderclan toms were like that. ''Tensions?'' She repeated. ''I like to think that we're all gonna get along just fine!''

[graves]

"Burningforest." He said."From thunderclan." He added,almost forgetting."If your medicine cat,then why do you still have your apprintice name?" He asked curiously.Foxdung!I should have let her ask something first!Guess it's to late know though... he waited for the shadowclan cats answer quietly,hoping she didn't think he was rude over the question he asked so suddenly and,and rudly in his opinion.
[Could you not use she/her pronouns for Daypaw? its they/them.]
Daypaw huffed at the question. of course a warrior wouldnt know how medcat training worked. "I was a warrior apprentice before, I cant just be appointed as a full medcat without knowing anything." it had been awhile since Kestrelberry resigned. It was events like this Daypaw wished they had a mentor,it got lonely not having someone older and experienced to comfort you. "A starclan cat trains me because the past medcat resigned before they could train anyone. Until my training is up, I was an apprentice name."

[Static]

[Could you not use she/her pronouns for Daypaw? its they/them.]
Daypaw huffed at the question. of course a warrior wouldnt know how medcat training worked. "I was a warrior apprentice before, I cant just be appointed as a full medcat without knowing anything." it had been awhile since Kestrelberry resigned. It was events like this Daypaw wished they had a mentor,it got lonely not having someone older and experienced to comfort you. "A starclan cat trains me because the past medcat resigned before they could train anyone. Until my training is up, I was an apprentice name."
Sorry.I forgot,and I new at this.Is this right?)
"That's so cool!Your really trained by a starclan cat?" He said amazed.He didn't know that cats could really be trained by starclan,but how could he?He was only a warrior,and had only seen starclan once as a apprintice,unlike medicine cats who saw starclan every half moon."Will starclan also asign you your medicine cat name?" He asked them,getting more and more curious about medicine cats,even though he would never give up being a warrior for it.

[dino.]

Cottonspark nods in acknowledgement. "I didn't, but you shouldn't argue at a gathering, of all places, she snaps. The silver-patched white she-cat padded to where Larkcry and Flamescar were sitting, and sat down. "I'm Cottonspark," she introduced.
"I'm Flamescar," Flamescar meowed. "And this is grumpy Larkcry."

"I'm not the one who-" He broke off, tail-tiptwitching, as Flamescar flicked him with his tail.

"What did Cottonspark say?" he mewed before turning back to her. "Sorry about the argument. Larkcry's just a bit upset because I went off be myself a while ago. I've just recently returned."

[Cosmo]

(Open)

Brindlestream sat alone in the gathering area. She wasn't a hostile cat, but she wasn't exactly social. While the other ThinderClan cats went to talk to cats from other clans, Brindlestream stayed put. If a cat approached her, so she would talk to them. But Brindlestream wasn't exactly a cat to go up to cats and talk to them. She was her own, silent self. Unlike some other cats, Brindlestream didn't sit there on display to show how great their clan was, nor did she go up to cats, she just sat there, not in a bored matter, but in her own strange way.

[wickedvirtues]

Chrysanthemumshade looked towards the leaders, flicking her ears as she heard Pebbleheart introduce his leader and deputy. She nodded, now that she knew their names. ''Ah, Grousestar and Auroraflame.'' She nodded, tilting her head for a moment as she done so. Then, a small smile came onto her maw as she thought about something, but quickly dismissed it. ''I hardly ever pay attention to my...nevermind.'' She shook her head, blinking her eyes. Chrysanthemumshade feared for anyone to truly get to know her. She liked being secret. Not because of the shady clan she was in, but because she learned long ago that being herself was not good enough. Her mother had drained all the power from her, and left her in a shell of what she used to be--of who she wanted to be. Upon his next words, Chrysanthemumshade lightly gave her tail a thump. ''Oh, everything will be fine in Shadowclan--I just know it. But thank you for your concern. You're so kind.'' She smiled at him. ''And, I hope the same for Skyclan. It's nice to be here without tearing each other's throats out, you know?'' She giggled. ''It would be nice if the clans were always like this. Peaceful. Not just on gathering night.'' Chrysanthemumshade was always a benevolent she cat, but she wasn't afraid to fight if she needed to. She just preferred peace over power. Upon his next words, the small feline nodded. ''Same. I wonder what will go on tonight. Seems like everyone is having something peaceful.'' The she cat says, then narrowed her eyes as she took a look at a couple apprentices. ''Except for the troubling making apprentices, that is.'' Even though they weren't doing as they were suppose to, it had warmed Chrysanthemumshade's heart. They were funny, she had to admit. Her ears slightly flattened at his last words, and she turned her head to give her pelt a couple licks. You'd be surprised. She wanted to roll her eyes. Making friends was never easy for her. She always was under the impression that she needed to impress another cat before she could be accepted as their friend. ''Oh, yeah! Plenty friends...'' She giggled, trailing off. ''I'm certainly the life of the party!'' She mewed, turning once back to him with her foresty hues gleaming, and a charming smile placed on her maw. The life of the party? More like the fool of it.



"And that's our Medicine cat, Ebonyfrost." He gestured to the cat with the other medics, his eyes shining. "So, what's Halestar like?" He asked with curiosity, not wanting to intrude on her privacy. Pebbleheart was a VERY nice, respectful cat. Pebbleheart wondered why she was so secretive. Probably not because of her Clan, but because of her own will. He shrugged slightly, unnoticeable to most cats. She seemed a bit sad, until she spoke her next words. "That's good! It'd be a shame if something bad happened to your Clanmates." He mewed. "It's no problem!" He trilled, because it wasn't. He was a naturally kind cat, never one to be rude on purpose and he liked to know everyone was okay. He purred softly, gazing at the leaders. "Would you ever want to be leader?" He asked, his tail twitching as he turned his gaze to Chrysanthemumshade. Pebbleheart chuckled. "Besides from the Syndicate, SkyClan is mostly calm. It gets a bit boring, but I wouldn't leave my Clan for anything." He mewed, puffing his chest out with pride. "Yes, that'd be nice. Not at war or bickering over territory" he said dreamily, wishing the Clans were like that most of the time. Pebbleheart hated violence, and even though he'd fight tooth and claw for his Clan, he found it pointless. "I hope a fight doesn't break out. StarClan wouldn't appreciate that.." he mewed, a tinge of worry in his voice. He gazed where she was, finding a pair of apprentices watching something, looking very amused. "It's youth. Of course they'll try and create chaos for fun." He chuckled, knowing how fun it was to be a slightly-more free apprentice. Even though they were misbehaving, Pebbleheart didn't want to scold them. Who was he to keep them from having fun? In the middle of the tension between the Clans, he found the small cats amusing. Their antics didn't go beyond annoyance of some warriors, so if they didn't set the place on fire, why bother stopping them? He blinked at her statement, confused why she seemed to be amused he said she must've had friends in other Clans. It slightly confused him, but then again he was finding himself very clueless at this gathering. "Okay then.." he mewed, keeping a smile on his maw as he glanced at her. Pleased with her happy look, he smiled back and then turned to the leaders, making sure he wasn't missing anything crucial.

[Captain]

The small calico feline let out a breath of relief upon realizing that he had forgiven her. Most cats in her own clan found her to be unbearable at times. And, occasionally, she had met some pretty nice cats, but she was still somewhat of a new warrior. Within joining the clans and all. This had been her second gathering, and, just like last time, she made a complete fool of herself. The feline shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts. Her gaze trailed the outline--his form, and she slightly tilted her head until her eyes met his. She looked confused for a second, before she smiled up at him. She giggled when he called himself a badger. ''Badgers are really dangerous though!'' She vigorously shook her head, her yellow hues almost growing wide. ''When I was younger my brothers and I encountered a badger, but he didn't get us! Our mother took care of him! He was so vicious--and scary--and ugly. I was scared, but I suppose I was the one who caused us harm. After all, I didn't stay where I was suppose to, and my brothers thought because I was the eldest, they would follow me. Whew! I got the hardest nip of my life! My mother scolded me, terribly--oh.'' She closed her maw once again. ''I tend to do that a lot. I mean talk. Because talking is good, but my clan mates say I talk too much. Sometimes I trail off onto different topics without even noticing it. I can't help it, it's like I have to do it. You know what I mean? I mean, Starclan wouldn't have given me a mouth if I couldn't use it. I love to sing occasionally. I sing all the time. I would sing now, but I don't want to be soul attention, you know--you know what? I'm just gonna stop talking now.'' She bowed her head, hiding a small smile that was on her maw. This tom, despite his large size, was pretty nice. Splotchfeather was sure he was one of those intimidating toms that didn't like company--but he wasn't, and she felt comfortable. Even if he were from a different clan. ''I am Skyclan.'' She lifted her head proudly, swishing her tail to the side for a moment with a sparkling smile. Upon his next words, Splotchfeather looked behind her, trying to find sense in her own clan, but decided that maybe--just, maybe, she would sit right here and talk for while. She always was in the mood for a new friend, and this tom right here seemed wonderful to get to know. So, she sat next to him, her tail wrapped slightly around her. She just hoped that the other cats wouldn't mind. This was a different clan, and Splotchfeather always had to keep a cautious eye out, despite the kindness that this large cat was showing her. ''Redfeather?'' She echoed, then her eyes light up, and she jumped from her seat, her fur ruffling about. ''I'm Splotchfeather!'' She shouted, more loudly than she intended too. ''I can't believe we have the same suffix! Wow! That's amazing! Redfeather and Splotchfeather! We should definitely set up a group of feathers!'' She giggled once more, finding joy that she shared something in common with this tom--and potentially a new friend. See, Splotchfeather was too lost in her own world to notice anything wrong. She didn't see any type of tensions going on within the packs. She was too busy running after fireflies at night, or trying to cheer a sad face up. Her enthusiasm was hard to calm down as she always got excited over the simplest of things. Like, now. As she was lost in her own world, she didn't hear what Redfeather had said, so the feline sat next to him once more, tilting her head up to stare at him. He was so big! And, she was so small compared to him. If Thunderclan toms were like that, she was definitely intimidated. But, he was nice. She wondered if all Thunderclan toms were like that. ''Tensions?'' She repeated. ''I like to think that we're all gonna get along just fine!''

“Ah, you never know - I could be really dangerous.” Redfeather teased the smaller cat with a smirk on his maw, but of course, he was only joking. He’d never hurt an innocent soul and only used violence when it came to protecting those he cared about. The large maine coon grew quiet again, looking down at her with a curious expression as she talked. As she went on about the tale of her family and the badger incident, he seemed to focus on her face, taking note of small thing, like the color of her eyes or the occasional twitch of her whiskers, but he never strayed far from paying attention to her story. The way she talked made him smile, no other cat had told him so much about their life and he so far enjoyed all the little stories. A low, amused chuckle came from the large, young warrior when she caught herself from talking so much again, though he didn’t mind one bit. Redfeather continued to be silent and respectfully listen to her talk as he just peered down at her with his softened amber-hued eyes. The constant chatter and bickering around them seemed to fade away, the tom focusing on the other cat before him. Though, his ears perked when she claimed that she would stop talking. “No, no - please don’t stop talking.” Redfeather urged her, another gentle smile coming onto his maw, “I would love to hear you sing some time, I bet your voice sounds even more beautiful when you sing.” The warrior complimented the small she-cat, a light breeze ruffling through his thick dark orange fur. He was delighted to hear her talk more, listening to her confirm his assumption about being apart of Skyclan. He had heard from some tom’s talk about how beautiful the she-cats looked in Thunderclan, but this she-cat before him was nothing to compare. He blinked and shook his head, knowing that he shouldn’t think this way. He could see the hesitation in her actions when she looked around when he offered her a place to sit - was it something that he did to make her feel this way? No. He needed to stop that. They were different clans and the tensions were scarce enough, she had a reason to be cautious as she was. Redfeather almost expected her to leave to be with her clan, but he cheered up immediately when she sat down beside him, seeing her eyes light up when she introduced herself. “Splotchfeather.” He echoed her words. So that’s her name. The warrior thought and smiled, “It’s a great pleasure to meet you.” He chuckled, putting a paw to his muzzle as she mewed a bit too loud, seeing a few cats turn their heads to scowl at them, but he could care less what they thought. He smiled as they learned that they had the same suffix and his whiskers twitched in amusement when she suggested getting a group of feathers together. He did know of another cat with a the feather suffix - a young, confident tom from Windclan named Hawkfeather, but that was besides the point. He watched as she sat down once more beside him, looking up at the warrior in awe, having to tilt her head to meet his gentle gaze. Redfeather chuckled at this due to the fact that, like most she-cats that he has talked to, were always surprised by his size. However, Splotchfeather was smaller than the average she-cat warrior. He had no problem with that, it was simply adorable and their size difference was something that they could have a chuckle about now and then. Redfeather smiled at her words about the tensions, knowing that some cats choose to ignore such things and enjoy life. “Ah, you’re right.” The large warrior murmured, “I must be on edge because of all the other warriors in my clan.” He looked up at the sky, seeing the small lights that speckled the night above them and then turned to Splotchfeather. For the first time, he had no words for her at first, lost in thought as he gazed at this Skyclan she-cat. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some Thunderclan cats eyeing him and he gritted his teeth. “Would you like to get a more better spot to sit?” He asked her, “I know that it’s a bit cramped here and I would hate for you to feel uncomfortable around cats that aren’t from your clan - especially since there’s so many.” He was trying to make her feel comfortable and Redfeather only wished to get to know her more.

[Serendipity]

[OPEN]

This was it. Her first gathering. The apprentice was another moon older, and although she hadn't been able to attend a gathering during her sixth moon, Badgerpaw was prepared to attend this one. She had no idea what to expect and as she followed behind her clanmates, the young apprentice began to feel herself shaking in his pelt with anticipation and a little bit of fear. There were already cats here, though not as many as she thought there would be. Maybe not everyone is here yet? To confirm her suspicions, Badgerpaw directed her gaze onto Snowstar, managing to capture a glimpse of a large ginger tom. Who is that?

Letting her gaze settle back onto the collection of cats, Badgerpaw awkwardly shuffled her way next to a smaller group of cats.
Stonepaw walked over to her (Is this still open?)

[Serendipity]

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[fresh]

He would've shouted a 'Don't tell me what to do!' if it weren't for the warriors that could be watching and the scolding he'd be in for once he got back. Also, he should try to control himself for once. "Tch.." Is all he said as a reply, not quite making eye contact, but looking back up at the leaders that sat upon the large rocks. Tinypaw had also preferred to keep to himself, not even wanting anything to do with cats of his own clan. Let alone cats from other clans. Why should he if he was only going to end up having to tear their ears and kick them off of him one day?

It was the brutal truth, and they were being told the sweet lie. All cats who had made friends from another clan would learn that some day and regret even talking to them. What're they gonna do, kiss and make up? Act like nothing happened? No, you're forever competitors here. At least, this is what this apprentice believes. Sure, maybe knowing a cat here and there may be useful, but you shouldn't be getting too close. This is getting completely off topic.
The apprentice rolled her eyes. "What in StarClan makes you so grumpy?" The she-cat flicked her tail. "Who made dirt in your fresh-kill?" She wondered if she was possibly touching a nerve here, and this tom would suddenly leap at her and they'd get into a fight. Great StarClan, a fight at my first Gathering? I'd be in so much trouble! But if he did leap at her, what then? Would she just be shredded? They were in a corner, after all- no cat would be paying attention and it was too loud to hear. If Grass fought back, she'd be okay but be scolded by her Clanmates for moons. If she didn't she'd be the laughing stock of the apprentice den. I'm not sure which is worse.

[Random Melody]

Springwind felt himself purring that he managed to get a full smile from the tom. It was nice knowing that Hunterpaw was less worried about things. Besides that, he had his entire life to think about later. At the moment, Springwind would enjoy his time training him and raising him to be the best he can be. Despite knowing Hunterpaw carried a large ego, Springwind knew he would have continue feeding his confidence because Hunterpaw was--indeed, tender inside. Surprising it was, but Springwind seen this when Wrenpaw came over, and practically Hunterpaw almost lost it.

''Knowing, Aluna?'' Springwind chuckled. ''Kinda wish I didn't. Too much of a handful, and I thought tom-kits were. This girl is like a crazy whirlwind that is the definition of trouble.'' Of course he was joking, but Alunapaw was growing up. She was becoming quite rambunctious, much to Springwind's dismay, but he shook his head anyway. He still couldn't catch a whiff of her, but her sweet smell lingered within the crowd, so he knew she was still there...somewhere, but not close to where they had been.

Springwind was ready to continue on until he noticed Hunterpaw stop moving, and started staring into the distance once more. The tom perked his ears, hoping that Hunterpaw haven't found a new flirt target, or that he wasn't spying on Wrenpaw. But, when he followed the tom's gaze, his eyes narrowed. He knew there were complications when it came to Windclan and Thunderclan. Of course, he respected all leaders greatly--his own, more than others. ''Wish to mingle with the colonists?'' He asked, throwing his head forward toward the group of Thunderclan cats. ''After all...it was where you were born. Maybe, you see some old friends there.'' Springwind suggested. He didn't like Thunderclan, but it was still apart of his apprentice. He just hoped that if they did talk to any of them, that they would be nice. Peace would still be enacted, and no fights would brew.

Hunterpaw blinked slightly at Springwind's words, glancing up before looking back toward the ThunderClan cats. "Well..." He trailed off. He knew tensions were high between his birth Clan and his... His home Clan. And he did wonder what would happen if he ran into someone.

Like Honeypaw. Or... Well, she was probably a warrior by now, wasnt she? Like Foxpaw, and Blackpaw. And Goldenpaw. And Splashpaw, too. Hunterpaw blinked, wondering vaguely whether any of them were there. They were his kithood friends after all. Cats he'd sort of grown up with.

"Well we know how high tensions are." Hunterpaw finally said, looking through the ThunderClan crowd for the familiar pelts. "Dont think i'd be welcome in the crowd." He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze trailing through the ThunderClan cats. Most of them were avoiding WindClan, but Hunterpaw couldnt help notice one particular Somali Tom that didnt exactly seem to care, weaving through each Clan and mewing cheerful greetings to each of them. He didnt seem to care, and honestly? Even a few cats from the other Clans seemed sort of happy to see him. The ginger Tom simply replied to them with cheeky smiles and happy laughs. Hunterpaw's gaze followed him with faint curiosity. "Hm."

[Brilliance]

“Ah, you never know - I could be really dangerous.” Redfeather teased the smaller cat with a smirk on his maw, but of course, he was only joking. He’d never hurt an innocent soul and only used violence when it came to protecting those he cared about. The large maine coon grew quiet again, looking down at her with a curious expression as she talked. As she went on about the tale of her family and the badger incident, he seemed to focus on her face, taking note of small thing, like the color of her eyes or the occasional twitch of her whiskers, but he never strayed far from paying attention to her story. The way she talked made him smile, no other cat had told him so much about their life and he so far enjoyed all the little stories. A low, amused chuckle came from the large, young warrior when she caught herself from talking so much again, though he didn’t mind one bit. Redfeather continued to be silent and respectfully listen to her talk as he just peered down at her with his softened amber-hued eyes. The constant chatter and bickering around them seemed to fade away, the tom focusing on the other cat before him. Though, his ears perked when she claimed that she would stop talking. “No, no - please don’t stop talking.” Redfeather urged her, another gentle smile coming onto his maw, “I would love to hear you sing some time, I bet your voice sounds even more beautiful when you sing.” The warrior complimented the small she-cat, a light breeze ruffling through his thick dark orange fur. He was delighted to hear her talk more, listening to her confirm his assumption about being apart of Skyclan. He had heard from some tom’s talk about how beautiful the she-cats looked in Thunderclan, but this she-cat before him was nothing to compare. He blinked and shook his head, knowing that he shouldn’t think this way. He could see the hesitation in her actions when she looked around when he offered her a place to sit - was it something that he did to make her feel this way? No. He needed to stop that. They were different clans and the tensions were scarce enough, she had a reason to be cautious as she was. Redfeather almost expected her to leave to be with her clan, but he cheered up immediately when she sat down beside him, seeing her eyes light up when she introduced herself. “Splotchfeather.” He echoed her words. So that’s her name. The warrior thought and smiled, “It’s a great pleasure to meet you.” He chuckled, putting a paw to his muzzle as she mewed a bit too loud, seeing a few cats turn their heads to scowl at them, but he could care less what they thought. He smiled as they learned that they had the same suffix and his whiskers twitched in amusement when she suggested getting a group of feathers together. He did know of another cat with a the feather suffix - a young, confident tom from Windclan named Hawkfeather, but that was besides the point. He watched as she sat down once more beside him, looking up at the warrior in awe, having to tilt her head to meet his gentle gaze. Redfeather chuckled at this due to the fact that, like most she-cats that he has talked to, were always surprised by his size. However, Splotchfeather was smaller than the average she-cat warrior. He had no problem with that, it was simply adorable and their size difference was something that they could have a chuckle about now and then. Redfeather smiled at her words about the tensions, knowing that some cats choose to ignore such things and enjoy life. “Ah, you’re right.” The large warrior murmured, “I must be on edge because of all the other warriors in my clan.” He looked up at the sky, seeing the small lights that speckled the night above them and then turned to Splotchfeather. For the first time, he had no words for her at first, lost in thought as he gazed at this Skyclan she-cat. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some Thunderclan cats eyeing him and he gritted his teeth. “Would you like to get a more better spot to sit?” He asked her, “I know that it’s a bit cramped here and I would hate for you to feel uncomfortable around cats that aren’t from your clan - especially since there’s so many.” He was trying to make her feel comfortable and Redfeather only wished to get to know her more.


Splotchfeather soaked in everything around her. Granted, she should had been in the line of her clan mates, but she had trailed away from the other cats to get a hint of another life. She didn't mean to stumble into Redfeather, but she had. And, quite frankly, she enjoyed being in his company. She promised herself she would make new friends at this gathering. The only thing that made her heart wrench was the fact that she wouldn't be able to see her new friends as much as she wanted. Since Skyclan did not share a border with the rest of the clan, she figured that the new friends she made would forget her. Splotchfeather carried a vivid memory. One that was visionally clear for her to make out. Like a photographic memory. She would only be able to see her new treasured friends at gatherings, and for some odd reason...the small calico was alright with that. But as she sat next to him, she could feel the eyes of the other Thunderclan cats. They had made her uncomfortable, but she tried her best to mask this. The only thing that mattered was the cat that she met and was talking to. She marveled how sweet he was being towards her. Not yelling at her, or running away when they saw her coming. Practically the entire Skyclan knew that when was the hyper feline that never could settle down. She acted like a kit at nature, never seemed very serious about her life. That was because Splotchfeather was young. She had went through some crazy turn of events in life, but that did little to change her view on life. On love. On...anything. The she cat beamed at the tom. It was like he complimented her voice. "Do you really want to hear me ramble incessantly about absolutely everything and nothing?" She giggled, giving off an dramatic sigh. She could still feel the other cats gazes boring on her. They knew she wasn't apart of their group, but Splotchfeather tried to ignore this. She focused solely on the tom beside her, her tail flickering behind her. "I don't know if I'll ever let you be to hear me sing. My mother had a gorgeous voice. Have you ever heard a nightingale sing? Something as treasurable as that. My brothers weren't lucky enough to inherit her voice--but I was. The kits love it! I can sing them lullabies at night, or even my closest friends in Skyclan. They love hearing my voice. I'm sorry you won't ever get to hear. Skyclan is...pretty far from the other clans." She let out an awkward giggle. This tom was delicately sweet, and kind. He was listening to her. He didn't want her to stop talking, so that was a plus. She also found it weird, but since he was from another clan, she figured it was the norm. The she cat gave tender licks to her chest fur as she stood up once more, her fluffy tail swishing to the side. "It's a wonderful pleasure to meet you as well!" The she cat purred. She felt proud when someone repeated her name. Though she had been known affectionately as Splotch most of her life before she joined Skyclan. The feather was added for her soft delicate fur. Definitely not her personality which was wild and unattainable. For a moment, her gaze was given to the sky. She sat there content, looking at the stars for a moment before they landed on the leaders ahead of them. She had to admit that Grousestar and Auroraflame looked great upon the rock. She loved when her leaders stood out. Not that the other leaders didn't stand out. In all honesty, she didn't know their names. She was constantly in her own world to remember the leaders' names of different clans. It was a bit impolite of her, but she figured a long as anybody didn't ask her about it, then she could shrug it off. She hadn't seen her friend Greystep at the gathering, and supposed he was staying within the territory of Skyclan. Just thinking about the grey warrior made the feline purr because that's exactly what Greystep would do. She also didn't see Yarrowpounce. The poor tom was grieving the lost of a love. She was trying her hardest to cheer him up, with such skinny bones he had. She made it her goal to get him on the right track again. The only question? Where was that mostly white with brown patches tom? Her mind wa a brought back when she heard the sounds of Redfeather's deep, soothing voice. "I can definitely feel the intensity." She shyly looked away when most of the eyes were still on her. Splotchfeather didn't like to be stared at when it came to a group. She knew she was the outsider. She had chose to sit here and to get to know Redfeather, but now all she wanted to do was leave the comfort of this place because it was not comforting at all. When he had suggested that they move to a different seat, Splotchfeather was already hoping up. "Maybe we can go to the back of the crowd? Theirs less cats there. And judge mental eyes." Even when the gathering was s time of truce, other cats always had to put their nose in someone else's business. It almost made Splotchfeather's fur bristle, but she kept herself from being mad at the world. Being angry was not something she liked to enjoy. She was always the sweet, smiley, honey coated feline with mesmerizing eyes and a resonate voice to match. She thought it was kind of him to suggest that they move seats. She would love to do that because she did feel uncomfortable. And, the only way to tell that was because she hardly talked when all eyes were on her. Splotchfeather was a chatterbox, but when an entire clan of glares were hunting he down, it made her whimper slightly. All she wanted to do was make a friend. Where was the harm in that? "Your clan mates seem nice--no doubt. Though they could slack up on the glares. Make a she cat feel uncomfortable, you know? And, it's hard to make friends like that. I want us to be friends and all... But I don't think your clan mates want that. They might even be questioning your loyalty. Aren't you worried about that?"

[RedHead]

Sunrisedapple hadn't noticed that Royalflash was off, but she almost growled when someone pushed her aside, and only realizing that it was her younger half-brother. The she cat let out an audible sigh as she stared at Crimsonblaze with a roll of her eyes. The two brothers were so full of themselves! It got on the dappled pelted feline's nerves. Definitely like their father she could tell. Although Crimsonblaze was more of she-cats' dreamy type. He seemed to have the type of aura that made all the she cats tumbling after him like sweet honey. Whereas, Royalflash was more of the bad-boy type, causing trouble, like to flirt, but being oblivious when another catch feelings. To Sunrisedapple, both of the brothers were out their minds. They needed to be knocked down a peg or two, but since she was a she cat. They wouldn't listen to her, so she kept quiet and continued to walk behind her father, who held his head proudly like he owned the place. ''Dream?'' She snorted, only loud enough for Crimsonblaze to hear. ''I think they would run away when they see you. You're anything but a dream. A nightmare would be more accurate.'' She giggled, softly.


"A nightmare?!" Crimsonblaze growled, then glanced over at his father. He lowered his voice as he continued. "You are going to pay for that." He growled, yellow-green eyes sparkling with anger. Straightening up, the tom spoke once more. "I normally would take offense to that, but this is a gathering, a time of truce." He meowed, loudly enough for Honeythistle to hear. Then he whispered to Sunrisedapple no more. "But really, there's so many felines to choose from! Tell me which one looks ready to meet thier dream, or nightmare, whatever you call it." He asked his life half-sister. Crimsonblaze was not shy, oh no. He was just indecisive and didn't know which she-cat to go after. Though most likley, as soon as he stepped out of the shadow of his father and into the moonlight, she-cats would be tripping over their paws to get to him. At least, that's how it normally was for Crimsonblaze.


At the mention of Thunderclan, the apprentice puffed her chest out in pride, holding the position for a brief moment. Born and raised! I thought you were maybe from Windclan, but honestly, I haven't been to the Windclan border all that much." Badgerpaw quickly turned her head up towards the rock where the leaders where positioned, her green eyes settling on the ginger tom.

"So that's Blazingstar?" She paused a moment, giving the other apprentice a bit to confirm or deny her question before she snorted, "You'd think with everything floating around camp, he'd have horns coming from his head." Snorting once more, she looked back at Rainpaw, gave him a warm, but hesitant smile and ducked her head, holding back a small bout of giggles. "At least he's better looking than I thought." [/center]

"Yep! I was born and raised in Windclan as well." At the mention of his leader, Rainpaw turned his brilliant blue eyes towards the top of the Seastones where Blazingstar sat. Rainpaw believed his leader to be a strong, level-headed tom, with a heart made of gold. But yet, Rainpaw believed every cat had a heart made of gold.

"Uh huh! He's a great leader. And I know there's been rumors floating around, but don't believe them." Rainpaw gained a more serious look as he looked back over to the feline. "I don't believe the outrageous tumors about Snowstar." He looked up to where he saw the Siamese she-cat sitting. He'd never seen the Thunderclan leader before, but he'd heard enough about her to assume that that was her. "Oh and where are my manners?!" Rainpaw blurted as he realized he hadn't introduce himself. "My name is Rainpaw, what is yours?"

[Captain]

Splotchfeather soaked in everything around her. Granted, she should had been in the line of her clan mates, but she had trailed away from the other cats to get a hint of another life. She didn't mean to stumble into Redfeather, but she had. And, quite frankly, she enjoyed being in his company. She promised herself she would make new friends at this gathering. The only thing that made her heart wrench was the fact that she wouldn't be able to see her new friends as much as she wanted. Since Skyclan did not share a border with the rest of the clan, she figured that the new friends she made would forget her. Splotchfeather carried a vivid memory. One that was visionally clear for her to make out. Like a photographic memory. She would only be able to see her new treasured friends at gatherings, and for some odd reason...the small calico was alright with that. But as she sat next to him, she could feel the eyes of the other Thunderclan cats. They had made her uncomfortable, but she tried her best to mask this. The only thing that mattered was the cat that she met and was talking to. She marveled how sweet he was being towards her. Not yelling at her, or running away when they saw her coming. Practically the entire Skyclan knew that when was the hyper feline that never could settle down. She acted like a kit at nature, never seemed very serious about her life. That was because Splotchfeather was young. She had went through some crazy turn of events in life, but that did little to change her view on life. On love. On...anything. The she cat beamed at the tom. It was like he complimented her voice. "Do you really want to hear me ramble incessantly about absolutely everything and nothing?" She giggled, giving off an dramatic sigh. She could still feel the other cats gazes boring on her. They knew she wasn't apart of their group, but Splotchfeather tried to ignore this. She focused solely on the tom beside her, her tail flickering behind her. "I don't know if I'll ever let you be to hear me sing. My mother had a gorgeous voice. Have you ever heard a nightingale sing? Something as treasurable as that. My brothers weren't lucky enough to inherit her voice--but I was. The kits love it! I can sing them lullabies at night, or even my closest friends in Skyclan. They love hearing my voice. I'm sorry you won't ever get to hear. Skyclan is...pretty far from the other clans." She let out an awkward giggle. This tom was delicately sweet, and kind. He was listening to her. He didn't want her to stop talking, so that was a plus. She also found it weird, but since he was from another clan, she figured it was the norm. The she cat gave tender licks to her chest fur as she stood up once more, her fluffy tail swishing to the side. "It's a wonderful pleasure to meet you as well!" The she cat purred. She felt proud when someone repeated her name. Though she had been known affectionately as Splotch most of her life before she joined Skyclan. The feather was added for her soft delicate fur. Definitely not her personality which was wild and unattainable. For a moment, her gaze was given to the sky. She sat there content, looking at the stars for a moment before they landed on the leaders ahead of them. She had to admit that Grousestar and Auroraflame looked great upon the rock. She loved when her leaders stood out. Not that the other leaders didn't stand out. In all honesty, she didn't know their names. She was constantly in her own world to remember the leaders' names of different clans. It was a bit impolite of her, but she figured a long as anybody didn't ask her about it, then she could shrug it off. She hadn't seen her friend Greystep at the gathering, and supposed he was staying within the territory of Skyclan. Just thinking about the grey warrior made the feline purr because that's exactly what Greystep would do. She also didn't see Yarrowpounce. The poor tom was grieving the lost of a love. She was trying her hardest to cheer him up, with such skinny bones he had. She made it her goal to get him on the right track again. The only question? Where was that mostly white with brown patches tom? Her mind wa a brought back when she heard the sounds of Redfeather's deep, soothing voice. "I can definitely feel the intensity." She shyly looked away when most of the eyes were still on her. Splotchfeather didn't like to be stared at when it came to a group. She knew she was the outsider. She had chose to sit here and to get to know Redfeather, but now all she wanted to do was leave the comfort of this place because it was not comforting at all. When he had suggested that they move to a different seat, Splotchfeather was already hoping up. "Maybe we can go to the back of the crowd? Theirs less cats there. And judge mental eyes." Even when the gathering was s time of truce, other cats always had to put their nose in someone else's business. It almost made Splotchfeather's fur bristle, but she kept herself from being mad at the world. Being angry was not something she liked to enjoy. She was always the sweet, smiley, honey coated feline with mesmerizing eyes and a resonate voice to match. She thought it was kind of him to suggest that they move seats. She would love to do that because she did feel uncomfortable. And, the only way to tell that was because she hardly talked when all eyes were on her. Splotchfeather was a chatterbox, but when an entire clan of glares were hunting he down, it made her whimper slightly. All she wanted to do was make a friend. Where was the harm in that? "Your clan mates seem nice--no doubt. Though they could slack up on the glares. Make a she cat feel uncomfortable, you know? And, it's hard to make friends like that. I want us to be friends and all... But I don't think your clan mates want that. They might even be questioning your loyalty. Aren't you worried about that?"

“I could listen to you ramble all that you’d like - I’d still listen to every single word that escaped your mouth.” Redfeather murmured, giving the small calico a heartwarming smile that made a rumbling purr bubble in his throat, “Besides, if you didn’t talk as much as you did, I would be alone and I wouldn’t be hearing your voice right now, would I?” The large warrior’s tone was softened and affectionate, for once, not caring one bit if other cats stared at them. Her sweet, subtle giggle made his heartbeat quicken and the smile on his maw stayed longer this time, his whiskers twitching as he listened to Splotchfeather more. Although, as she continued to speak about not being able to hear her sing, his smile fell from his face ever so slightly and his ears lowered in disappointment. “I’ve never heard the nightingale's song, but I have heard the whistling tune of a thrush while I’ve gone for walks in the hunting grounds.” Redfeather said, growing silent once more when she pointed out the fact that Skyclan was farther away from the other clans. His gaze fell to his paws and thoughts seemed to flicker in his eyes as things began to piece together in his mind. He looked over at the group of Thunderclan cats near them, most were lost in their own conversations, but one cat locked gazes with him - Flintheart. His cold, stern gaze seemed to strike fear into his heart and the older tom-cat’s eyes narrowed, seeming to threaten the maine coon with his stare. He shook his head and glared at the grey-furred senior warrior and turned back to Splotchfeather, a smile coming onto his maw once more when she shared the pleasure of meeting each other. His ear twitched silently, knowing that a few warriors were watching him - silently questioning his kindness and affection towards a cat that was not of his own. They had enough doubts about him due to his origins, but he refused to let them get in the way him and her. The warrior made himself a promise that he wouldn’t let them get to him, not like this. Redfeather knew that cats were judging the both of them now, seeing how affectionate and happy they were towards each other. Thunderclan never fully trusted him with the warrior being silent most of the time and given his rocky past. He was brought away from his thoughts when she mentioned feeling the intense feeling in the air and Redfeather was getting annoyed at them staring at her, judging her for being seen with him because she wasn’t a Thunderclan member. He wanted to stand up, turn around and snap at them to leave them alone, but he stayed quiet, a slight scowl on his face from these thoughts. He could see her looking away, shying her face away because they were being like this - he didn’t want her to feel this way. She immediately hopped up, however, when he mentioned moving spots. The large, dark-orange warrior heaved himself to his paws, looking much bigger and more intimidating than sitting down. “Let’s go over there.” Redfeather murmured, flicking his gaze to the back of the Gathering area where there was close to nobody around, “I’ll make sure that none of them look at you like this anymore, trust me.” His words were kind and soothing once more to her as they slowly weaved through the crowd to their more secluded spot. While they did this, he passed Flintheart, who murmured something into his ear that made the warrior growl under his breath, but brush it off. Splotchfeather’s concerned words made him snap back to reality and he looked at the small, sweet Skyclan warrior. Aren’t you worried about that? Her words echoed in his head and he looked back at the Thunderclan group for a moment, knowing that she was right. He paused in his pawsteps and looked down at his paws for a moment. Then, Redfeather raised himself up and continued on his way with her. “No.” He simply said, his tail waving back and forth, “They can question me all they like, they have since I joined Thunderclan. Nothing will keep me from talking to you and that’s my decision - not theirs.” His words were sincere, serious and determined. Redfeather sat down on the cold sand, now in an area where no other cat was seated. “Here.” He said to her with a soft smile, “Now they won’t stare at you like the fox-hearts they are.” He huffed, shaking his head, “Don’t they know it’s rude to stare at a beautiful she-cat?” By now, Redfeather didn’t put much thought and caution into his words, but his tone was lowered to where she could only hear him.

[vellichor]

Royalflash managed to sneak away from behind his father, leaving the side of Sunrisedapple as he lingered in the back of the line of Shadowclan. He strayed away--like he normally did. Honestly, the tom believed that he would be an awesome loner. That way he could live by his own rules, but being as young as he was, his father would had definitely disagree. And, his mother wouldn't approve anyway. Crimsonblaze? Perhaps, would cheer him on. His brother always managed to annoy, yet amuse at different times.

As he allowed the Shadowclan cats to mingle, the ginger tom practically jumped at a voice from around him. He turned his golden green gaze onto a she cat. He tried to determine which clan she was from, but did that really matter to him? Royalflash didn't care much about that. He wasn't really a nice cat when first meeting him. He stared at the she cat longer than he intended, giving her a confused look as to say Why is she talking to me? But, he didn't allow these words to slip out. They would be considered rude, and it would make Royalflash laugh. Even though he was somewhat nice, he was known as a trouble maker. A prank master. He gave the she cat a grim expression until his frown turned into a smirk. Perhaps, it would be fun to play with her. ''You talking to me?'' He asked, flashing a charming smile. Oh, how his charming personality contradicted with his troubling one. His brother was the more flirty of the two, managing to catch every she cat that passed their way. And, Royalflash? Flirted whenever he wanted to, but left that department for his brother to conquer. In all honesty, he didn't think any she cat was worth flirting with. Playing with? Most certainly. Because games were fun.


Wavesplash cocked her head. Was this cat dumb? Or was he just acting the part? Her dark blue hues sparked with confusion before returning to their blank state. She tried not to let her jumbled emotions show, and it worked rather well. She has much practice with hiding her emotions as she hid her depression most of the time. She didn't speak of it to her mother, littermate, or even her adopted son. She strayed from the main clan activities and went out on her own most of the time, so she was like a shadow in her own clan. She focused again and eyed the tom. "Yes..." she meowed almost emotionlessly. "Your name is...?" she asked, curiosity lacing her silky voice. She let that hint of emotion enter her voice, but her face remained unreadable, or so she thought.

The WindClan cat barely unsheathed her claws, only the tips poked out of her soft blue-gray paws. She flicked her ear, then drew her tongue down on her chest. "You're ShadowClan right?" she asked a bit later, bored. "So, is your Clan really, uh, evil? I mean you don't seem like it," She added hastily, feeling her pelt prickle. "I just want to know the rumors are true..." Wavesplash regained her calm, collected expression and posture in a heartbeat.

[Captain]

"Yeah, I guess so." Ebonypaw replied, for once not including a snappy remark or eye roll. Ebonypaw chuckled at his mentors reply. "But you'd be a good leader, you have common sense, you aren't a pushover." Ebonypaw didn't mean to say that, but it did no harm to not be rude all the time. He wouldn't be a praising kind cat, either. He was a mix, of sorts, with a dash of nice in his sarcastic wits and rudeness. "Thanks, Flintheart. I think you'd make a great leader too, if you wanted" Ivorypaw purred, a grin on her face that was common. "I only wish everyone was at ease, though." She sighed, tension still thick in the air.

Flintheart gave the small apprentice a gentle smile and rested the tip of his tail on the apprentice’s shoulder. “I know so.” He assured his apprentice and chuckled, ‘Thank you, though it’s taken many moons for me to become the hard headed warrior that I am today.” The warrior was finally getting along with his apprentice and it made him happier than he had been in a very long time, though, out of the corner of his eye - he could see two figures. It was Redfeather and a she-cat, not from this clan too. The grey-furred male watched them with narrow, suspicious eyes for a few moments before turning back to the two apprentices. “Ah, I’ll leave the future leader of Thunderclan up to the younger generation of the clan.” He mentioned to Ivorypaw, smirking ever so slightly, but he nodded to her words, noticing the tension and uneasiness still present in the area. “Unfortunately, we cannot do much about it, besides letting it cause us to be paranoid - I won’t let it get to me though, I refuse to.” He huffed, his tail sweeping behind him.

[wickedvirtues]

Flintheart gave the small apprentice a gentle smile and rested the tip of his tail on the apprentice’s shoulder. “I know so.” He assured his apprentice and chuckled, ‘Thank you, though it’s taken many moons for me to become the hard headed warrior that I am today.” The warrior was finally getting along with his apprentice and it made him happier than he had been in a very long time, though, out of the corner of his eye - he could see two figures. It was Redfeather and a she-cat, not from this clan too. The grey-furred male watched them with narrow, suspicious eyes for a few moments before turning back to the two apprentices. “Ah, I’ll leave the future leader of Thunderclan up to the younger generation of the clan.” He mentioned to Ivorypaw, smirking ever so slightly, but he nodded to her words, noticing the tension and uneasiness still present in the area. “Unfortunately, we cannot do much about it, besides letting it cause us to be paranoid - I won’t let it get to me though, I refuse to.” He huffed, his tail sweeping behind him.


(I'll reply in the morning, sleeps)

[217]

Fawn
Newtpaw padded into the Gathering area, her eyes growing wide with curiosity and amazement at the sight of so many cats. She could see all kinds of different ranks, ranging in color, size and form. The small apprentice had never been here before, this being the farthest away from camp she had ever been. Her tail waved behind her as she scampered after the Shadowclan group, her paws brushing across soft sand and stone. She didn’t know what to expect out here and to be honest, the small female was a bit nervous at the moment - would other apprentices tease her or even other warriors about her strange appearance? Newtpaw just wanted to be like everyone else and be seen as a Shadowclan apprentice. Hopefully, she could sit with Lionpaw, who was certain to have her back and be there when she needed reassuring words. The munchkin cat wondered if Brightfluff was here too, among the group of Shadowclan as they dispersed into the sea of cats of all clans that she knew. Newtpaw gulped, her whiskers twitching as she headed past cats that she didn’t know, ranging in smells that she was far from familiar with.

The golden brown apprentice bounded into the Gathering area with the rest of the ShadowClan cats who were pouring in, and he smiled at the sight of the cats of different Clans mingling and chatting. It was his first Gathering and he couldn't be more excited, though he did have something on his mind as he weaved around the different cats talking with each other. He'd been looking for his friend since they left, but hadn't caught sight of her yet, and he hoped he could find her in the cluster of cats. His smile grew after a few minutes of looking; he'd found her, and she seemed to be looking for someone as well. Lionpaw briefly wondered if it was him she was looking for, and hurried towards her. "Newtpaw!" He exclaimed, slowing to a stop as he reached her. "I've been looking for you! I was hoping you came to the Gathering, but I was sure you'd be here!" He was glad to have someone to talk to now. Sure, he'd gladly approach another cat, but if Newtpaw was here he'd definitely want to be by her. The tom knew there was a possibility she could be teased by others, though he'd never say that out loud, and that wouldn't be happening if he could help it.

[Captain]

The golden brown apprentice bounded into the Gathering area with the rest of the ShadowClan cats who were pouring in, and he smiled at the sight of the cats of different Clans mingling and chatting. It was his first Gathering and he couldn't be more excited, though he did have something on his mind as he weaved around the different cats talking with each other. He'd been looking for his friend since they left, but hadn't caught sight of her yet, and he hoped he could find her in the cluster of cats. His smile grew after a few minutes of looking; he'd found her, and she seemed to be looking for someone as well. Lionpaw briefly wondered if it was him she was looking for, and hurried towards her. "Newtpaw!" He exclaimed, slowing to a stop as he reached her. "I've been looking for you! I was hoping you came to the Gathering, but I was sure you'd be here!" He was glad to have someone to talk to now. Sure, he'd gladly approach another cat, but if Newtpaw was here he'd definitely want to be by her. The tom knew there was a possibility she could be teased by others, though he'd never say that out loud, and that wouldn't be happening if he could help it.

The small apprentice’s ears perked up at the familiar voice of her best friend, Lionpaw, making her turn swiftly on her paws to meet his cheerful gaze. She bounded up and down. “I’ve been looking for you too, bee-brain!” She purred, happiness in her tone, “This is my first gathering ever and it looks so awesome, I get to experience it with you now too! Even better!” Newtpaw was excited to meet new cats, but she was even happier to be with Lionpaw in this new place that they could explore together. “Where should we sit?” She asked, “Maybe we should try to get up close to the leaders so we can hear them better, or perhaps we should go towards the back, so we don’t get surrounded by cats.” The small female giggled slightly at her excited behavior, “I’ll just let you pick where we sit, I’ll follow you anywhere!” Newtpaw exclaimed and then quieted down, noticing a few cats giving her looks due to her loud tone. The she-cat's face grew hot with embarrassment and she went behind Lionpaw, a bit self-conscious from being stared at with her appearance clear to see.

[Teza]

{OPEN RP}

Green eyes searched the area, wondering who to talk to. She was curious as to how the other clans were coping with all the rain lately, but Firesparks knew that she would probably learn that answer once Russetstar and Riverclan arrived and the gathering started. The normally outgoing warrior felt a small bit of stage fright as more clans showed up, and opted simply to sit near the medicine cats, though still far enough away to not evesdrop on them. If any cat wished to talk to her she would allow it, otherwise she was fine waiting on Riverclan to get there in silence.

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Wolfsoul sat alone as close to the deputies as possible and away from the crowd. His clanmates were mingled with the other clans by now, but he simply refused, much too nervous about his thoughts toward Windclan to attempt to mingle. He simply didn't know what he would do if any of them brought up the recent quarrels with the opposing clan. The Tabby lifted his head, sniffing the air for any familiar scents near him, but all he got was the salty sea air and a mixture of the scents from every clan. He likely wouldn't be able to pick out a single cat even with his enhanced sense of smell, or so he thought it was enhanced. Maybe someone that wasn't Windclan would come up to him and talk, as he was increadibly bored waiting for Russetstar to arrive with Riverclan.

[vellichor]

{OPEN RP}

Green eyes searched the area, wondering who to talk to. She was curious as to how the other clans were coping with all the rain lately, but Firesparks knew that she would probably learn that answer once Russetstar and Riverclan arrived and the gathering started. The normally outgoing warrior felt a small bit of stage fright as more clans showed up, and opted simply to sit near the medicine cats, though still far enough away to not evesdrop on them. If any cat wished to talk to her she would allow it, otherwise she was fine waiting on Riverclan to get there in silence.


( Sprucey's on the case! )

The tom bumped into another pelt. A hiss erupted, and he muttered an apology. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but suddenly he was tripping up and failing in his duties. His lovesick mind always wandered to one cat... Snowfall... he thought dreamily, his gaze shifting to the sky before bumping into another cat. "Oh - Sorry..." he meowed sheepishly. "Oh, I haven't seen you before. I'm Sprucefur," he smiled a little.

[rubinaito]

[OPEN TO MULTIPLE]

It was Daypaws first time at a gathering as a medicine cat. Amber eyes gazed around for the other medicine cats; if any were going to show up that is. They werent to keen on crowds and loud places but it was only so often there was a gathering anymore,and Daypaw wanted to represent Shadowclan. Even if they still would be having their apprentice name and all,Daypaw would try to be the best Med cat they could be. They were tired to say the least, eyes heavy from a rough dream the previous night. Daypaw slumped in a shaded part of the large clearing, deciding to lay down and curling their paws under themselves, eyes in slits simply watching.

[this could also be a starter for Clover]
Burningforest looked at the shadowclan cat,walking over to her."Your the shadowclan medicine cat right?" He asked,checking himself.He was positive she was shadowclan,but the scents where a little mingled,so it was a question to make sure he didn't make himself look stupid.He sat down a few feet away,not wanting to get to close just in case the medicine cat told him to leave.If wouldn't be the first time someone told him to leave,and probably not the last.
[daypaw uses they/them pronouns <3]
Daypaw looked up at the tom, raising an eyebrow,"Newly appointed, yes." Daypaw had only been appointed medicine cat two moons ago but it had felt like seasons. They didnt know how many cats they had treated so far, but they knew it was many. It seemed cats cats would do reckless things and then always expect their medcat to patch them up. Watching the tom sit down, it seemed like he was going to start a conversation. They werent against this, they just hadnt talked to many to get used to it. "Names Daypaw, yours?"
"Burningforest." He said."From thunderclan." He added,almost forgetting."If your medicine cat,then why do you still have your apprintice name?" He asked curiously.Foxdung!I should have let her ask something first!Guess it's to late know though... he waited for the shadowclan cats answer quietly,hoping she didn't think he was rude over the question he asked so suddenly and,and rudly in his opinion.
[Could you not use she/her pronouns for Daypaw? its they/them.]
Daypaw huffed at the question. of course a warrior wouldnt know how medcat training worked. "I was a warrior apprentice before, I cant just be appointed as a full medcat without knowing anything." it had been awhile since Kestrelberry resigned. It was events like this Daypaw wished they had a mentor,it got lonely not having someone older and experienced to comfort you. "A starclan cat trains me because the past medcat resigned before they could train anyone. Until my training is up, I was an apprentice name."
Sorry.I forgot,and I new at this.Is this right?)
"That's so cool!Your really trained by a starclan cat?" He said amazed.He didn't know that cats could really be trained by starclan,but how could he?He was only a warrior,and had only seen starclan once as a apprintice,unlike medicine cats who saw starclan every half moon."Will starclan also asign you your medicine cat name?" He asked them,getting more and more curious about medicine cats,even though he would never give up being a warrior for it.

Ebonymist eyed the other cats, hesitating. She didn't really know anyone except for Daypaw, and even then she wasn't sure that Daypaw even liked her. Being socially awkward wasn't the reason- well, it was, partly, but it was mainly due to her RiverClan/Rogue heritage. She was also a tad afraid that she would scare off anyone who managed to talk to her long enough to hear her determination to be a warrior worth being promoted to deputy. Then again, many cats were determined to get the same position, Ebonymist mused as she made her way over to Daypaw and the ThunderClan cat that they were speaking to. She wrinkled her nose up at the scent of the unfamiliar cat, and the end of her tail twitched. This is a Gathering, Ebonymist. She chided herself mentally, hesitating a small ways away trying to hear a break in the conversation where she could join in. Besides, it's not like there are tensions between the tree-huggers and us. They've got their paws full with those rabbit-chasers. Ebonymist watched Daypaw and Burningforest, shuffling her paws awkwardly. Sniffing the air, she was glad to note that RiverClan wasn't there yet.


{Open!}

Neverwing was quite a bit nervous as he walked around. Glancing at his sister-in-law, the ThunderClan leader Snowstar, he couldn't help but wonder where Blackstorm was. He was too excited to be brought along to the Gathering that he completely forgot about his mate. With his ears flattening, Neverwing mentally berated himself for such a thing. They were so distant already, he didn't need to make it any worse. Neverwing chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched Snowstar and Blazingstar interact, the tension between the two obvious- however, it didn't look like they were fighting. Thankfully Grousestar and Halestar were there as well to help keep things calm. Noting that RiverClan hadn't arrived yet, Neverwing frowned faintly and turned his gaze back over to Breezerunner. She was watching him carefully, her eyes narrowed and cold. "Breezerunner," He chuckled nervously, making his way over. "How are you on this fine evening?"
"Fine." Breeerunner responded shortly, gazing at Neverwing with suspicion. "What do you want?" She snapped, flicking her tail in annoyance.
"Well... I..." Neverwing hesitated, his green eyes flicking to the side.
"Well, spit it out. I don't have all night." Breezerunner said coolly.
"I wanted to say that... I... You know about Stonebird and I, right?" Neverwing blurted out, his expression miserable, his ears flat and his tail drooping.
"Why yes, I know about you two. After all, I was there when I saw you murder him." Breeerunner hissed. "You're lucky I haven't told anyone yet, traitor. You broke the Warrior Code, have you no shame?"
Neverwing looked at Breeerunner helplessly, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I've... I've changed." He said weakly. "I haven't done anything like that since, I-"
"I'm not telling anyone." Breezerunner spat. "Just get out of my sight, tree-hugger, before I change my mind."
Neverwing backed up, his tail flicking nervously before he bounded off in the direction of his Clanmates.
Random Winchester

[Brilliance]

“I could listen to you ramble all that you’d like - I’d still listen to every single word that escaped your mouth.” Redfeather murmured, giving the small calico a heartwarming smile that made a rumbling purr bubble in his throat, “Besides, if you didn’t talk as much as you did, I would be alone and I wouldn’t be hearing your voice right now, would I?” The large warrior’s tone was softened and affectionate, for once, not caring one bit if other cats stared at them. Her sweet, subtle giggle made his heartbeat quicken and the smile on his maw stayed longer this time, his whiskers twitching as he listened to Splotchfeather more. Although, as she continued to speak about not being able to hear her sing, his smile fell from his face ever so slightly and his ears lowered in disappointment. “I’ve never heard the nightingale's song, but I have heard the whistling tune of a thrush while I’ve gone for walks in the hunting grounds.” Redfeather said, growing silent once more when she pointed out the fact that Skyclan was farther away from the other clans. His gaze fell to his paws and thoughts seemed to flicker in his eyes as things began to piece together in his mind. He looked over at the group of Thunderclan cats near them, most were lost in their own conversations, but one cat locked gazes with him - Flintheart. His cold, stern gaze seemed to strike fear into his heart and the older tom-cat’s eyes narrowed, seeming to threaten the maine coon with his stare. He shook his head and glared at the grey-furred senior warrior and turned back to Splotchfeather, a smile coming onto his maw once more when she shared the pleasure of meeting each other. His ear twitched silently, knowing that a few warriors were watching him - silently questioning his kindness and affection towards a cat that was not of his own. They had enough doubts about him due to his origins, but he refused to let them get in the way him and her. The warrior made himself a promise that he wouldn’t let them get to him, not like this. Redfeather knew that cats were judging the both of them now, seeing how affectionate and happy they were towards each other. Thunderclan never fully trusted him with the warrior being silent most of the time and given his rocky past. He was brought away from his thoughts when she mentioned feeling the intense feeling in the air and Redfeather was getting annoyed at them staring at her, judging her for being seen with him because she wasn’t a Thunderclan member. He wanted to stand up, turn around and snap at them to leave them alone, but he stayed quiet, a slight scowl on his face from these thoughts. He could see her looking away, shying her face away because they were being like this - he didn’t want her to feel this way. She immediately hopped up, however, when he mentioned moving spots. The large, dark-orange warrior heaved himself to his paws, looking much bigger and more intimidating than sitting down. “Let’s go over there.” Redfeather murmured, flicking his gaze to the back of the Gathering area where there was close to nobody around, “I’ll make sure that none of them look at you like this anymore, trust me.” His words were kind and soothing once more to her as they slowly weaved through the crowd to their more secluded spot. While they did this, he passed Flintheart, who murmured something into his ear that made the warrior growl under his breath, but brush it off. Splotchfeather’s concerned words made him snap back to reality and he looked at the small, sweet Skyclan warrior. Aren’t you worried about that? Her words echoed in his head and he looked back at the Thunderclan group for a moment, knowing that she was right. He paused in his pawsteps and looked down at his paws for a moment. Then, Redfeather raised himself up and continued on his way with her. “No.” He simply said, his tail waving back and forth, “They can question me all they like, they have since I joined Thunderclan. Nothing will keep me from talking to you and that’s my decision - not theirs.” His words were sincere, serious and determined. Redfeather sat down on the cold sand, now in an area where no other cat was seated. “Here.” He said to her with a soft smile, “Now they won’t stare at you like the fox-hearts they are.” He huffed, shaking his head, “Don’t they know it’s rude to stare at a beautiful she-cat?” By now, Redfeather didn’t put much thought and caution into his words, but his tone was lowered to where she could only hear him.

The first thing that Splotchfeather took notice of was that this tom was such a sweetheart! And, maybe...just maybe he was trailing her along, like most toms did to a pretty she cat. Maybe he was toying with her because she was such a clueless feline and easy to approach. Just maybe, but even that sounded less than likely. Splotchfeather had happily sat next to the tom when they moved seats. Sitting in the back of the crowd was much better. No eyes to judge them, saying why is that thunderclan tom with that skyclan she cat? Splotchfeather was friendly cat all around. She loved meeting different cats from different places, but she knew her heart would always belong with Skyclan. Grousestar had made her apart of them, taking her in after she lost her mother and two brothers at such a young age. In order to repay them, she tried her best to keep the clan happy. Sometimes she sang to the little ones to get them off their mothers nerves, and most times she was a friend for someone in a depressing manner. Whenever others see Splotchfeather, they have to smile at her because of her sweet helpful nature. It was contagious really--of how she acted. And, the way she reacted? As of now, she was sitting with this large orange pelted maine coon, enjoying the night stars while the others mingled around them. Of course, since they were in the back of the crowd, others might get a suspicious note from them, knowing they weren't of the same clan. Splotchfeather gazed up at the stars, allowing a soft breath to exhale from her. ''I wouldn't want to talk you to death. Trust me, some believe that it's better for me to stay quiet than talk at all. My brothers thought I talked so much, they tried to tackle me to the ground and rip my maw off. It was hilarious though! Because their fur tickled me, and our mother just watched and purred at us like we were the sweetest things. Perhaps we were, because we were her only family. I didn't know the cat that sired me though. I wish I did meet him--but, my friend--his name is Greystep, and he's like a father to me. Funny story, you should know. Greystep and I met when I thought he was hiding something. Like he was literally hiding a secret. He's the most skittish tom I know! I sang to him once...he loved my voice...'' the she cat trailed off, thinking of that long ago memory. She could recall the words she softly sang in her head, almost wanting to sway to the music, but thought best not to since she were in public. She was talking too much, and Redfeather haven't shut her up? Did he really enjoy when she rambled on and on? In all honesty, he sounded like Yarrowpounce--the tom that really needed help. Splotchfeather tried to help everyone that she passes by. She hated seeing Yarrowpounce in that corner, his fur clinging to his bones...all from a broken heart? ''They're called madrigals.'' She told him, softly. ''What the nightingales sing. They sound so pretty! You have to hear them one day. You won't ever want them to stop after hearing them singing for so long. I remember long nights and those birds would sing. They would keep me up until sunrise. It was a nice thing to look forward to. The sun was something that we cherished when we had our pretty music at night. My mother and I used to sing tunes to go along with the twittering birds,'' she giggled, softly once more, then decided to stop talking. The first thing was because the memories were getting to her, and the second thing was the fact she was telling this tom everything about herself...yet, she knew nothing of him. She knew his name, and that was about it, but nothing else. Granted, she was talking more than him, allowing herself to remain open since she knew that was the best way to make friends, but she wished to get to know him as well. He had to be pretty interesting. And, the fact that he called her beautiful? Splotchfeather bashfully looked away, allowing her tail to cover her muzzle for a moment. She never knew how to take compliments well. It was rude to stare at a beautiful she cat...that was what she heard. She wished she didn't hear those words, but she did. And, they sunk into her mind. There were plenty toms within her own clan that called her pretty, or cute, or once they got to know her kit-like personality, she was deemed as adorable. But, beautiful? That seemed like such a mature word that she was never called before. And, possibly, these toms before had thought of her as such, but never dared use the word for her knowledge. This made the she cat almost curl up in a ball from a state of flustered, but she maintained herself, and turned her head to look at the large tom. She had to look up at him greatly because of his large size. He was such a good friend. Splotchfeather felt good. She felt that she could call him a friend. He was incredibly sweet to her. ''It's a shame that we're not from the same clans. We could had hung out every day! But, I suppose I'll be seeing you at another gathering?'' She asked, tilting her head. ''Skyclan is so far away! You have no idea how far we traveled just to get to this place! And, we finally get here, and it's a dream come true!'' She smiled brilliantly, looking at the other cats in the field. ''And, the stars are absolutely gorgeous, and the moon is high, the brightest light tonight. And, we're all here having a magnificent time!'' She got up prancing around in her energetic state. The type of actions that Skyclan knew her as; their bubbling angel. The she cat circled around the tom in a friendly manner, brushing against his fur, and purring softly. ''I think I talk too much. And, you know I talked too much...how about I get to know you? I promise to stay quiet! No word shall leave my mouth, like...now!...and now!...and now!...Wait, wait, wait--don't start yet!'' She cleared her throat, and whirled around him once more until she was sitting across from him, looking up at him with her wide bright yellow eyes. ''Okay, you can start now. I'll be quiet...and for once, I'll listen. Now. Starting now. And, now. Wait, nope right now.'' She giggled, but kept her mouth shut as she awaited to at least get to know a few new things about her new friend.


Wavesplash cocked her head. Was this cat dumb? Or was he just acting the part? Her dark blue hues sparked with confusion before returning to their blank state. She tried not to let her jumbled emotions show, and it worked rather well. She has much practice with hiding her emotions as she hid her depression most of the time. She didn't speak of it to her mother, littermate, or even her adopted son. She strayed from the main clan activities and went out on her own most of the time, so she was like a shadow in her own clan. She focused again and eyed the tom. "Yes..." she meowed almost emotionlessly. "Your name is...?" she asked, curiosity lacing her silky voice. She let that hint of emotion enter her voice, but her face remained unreadable, or so she thought.

The WindClan cat barely unsheathed her claws, only the tips poked out of her soft blue-gray paws. She flicked her ear, then drew her tongue down on her chest. "You're ShadowClan right?" she asked a bit later, bored. "So, is your Clan really, uh, evil? I mean you don't seem like it," She added hastily, feeling her pelt prickle. "I just want to know the rumors are true..." Wavesplash regained her calm, collected expression and posture in a heartbeat.


Royalflash sat down on his haunches, bringing up a paw to give it a tender lick. The she cat in front of him was not convincing enough, so he called off his act. In fact, he was ready to cause some trouble, but she was holding him back. What did she want anyway? The tom twitched his nose, breathing in deeply as he heard her speak. Ah, she wanted to know his name. Royalflash never felt secure when others knew his name. It made him slightly...unsafe. His fur bristled up for a moment, and he exhaled a deep breath. ''My name is--confidential. Sorry, not sorry. I don't give it out on a daily basis.'' He told her, getting to his paws, and gave off one of his cocky annoying smiles.

He didn't know much about this she cat, and as he took a whiff of her. Heavy Windclan settled within her. Royalflash shrugged. ''Yeah, I'm apart of Shadowclan. What's it to you?'' He cocked his head to the side, wondering what her deal was when it came to his home territory and the place he was raise. Sure, the tom himself couldn't stand it at times, but that was because he recently became a warrior, and his dad was always breathing down his back, so could you blame them? Her next words seemed to shock the tom, and it made him frown. Did she really just have the audacity to ask if his clan was evil? Was Shadowclan evil? His ears twitched, and he shook his head in disbelief. This she cat had to be kidding him, right? Royalflash didn't know how to answer that, so he allowed his slick attitude to do it for him. ''I'll let you be the judge of that. Think of us whatever as you feel.'' He says, his fur bristling slightly before he brushed past the she cat.

Evil? What's up with these clan cats? Are they all mouse-brained?


"A nightmare?!" Crimsonblaze growled, then glanced over at his father. He lowered his voice as he continued. "You are going to pay for that." He growled, yellow-green eyes sparkling with anger. Straightening up, the tom spoke once more. "I normally would take offense to that, but this is a gathering, a time of truce." He meowed, loudly enough for Honeythistle to hear. Then he whispered to Sunrisedapple no more. "But really, there's so many felines to choose from! Tell me which one looks ready to meet thier dream, or nightmare, whatever you call it." He asked his life half-sister. Crimsonblaze was not shy, oh no. He was just indecisive and didn't know which she-cat to go after. Though most likley, as soon as he stepped out of the shadow of his father and into the moonlight, she-cats would be tripping over their paws to get to him. At least, that's how it normally was for Crimsonblaze.

[/CENTER]

Sunrisedapple almost curled her lip upon her half brother whispering a seemingly threat towards her. What did that even suppose to mean? Sunrisedapple wished he could had stayed home, helped within the nursery, but her father had suggested she come and get fresh air, so she followed behind the boys and their dad. Honeythistle was seeking out his own family. Hoping to find his mother in the crowd. The large tom swiveled his ears upon hearing the sound of his son's voice, and he turned back approvingly with a wave of his tail. The gathering was for peace, that was what Honeythistle wanted. No fights. Just love.

''Kiss up.'' Sunrisedapple muttered to herself, but coiled once Crimsonblaze was near her again. The she cat wanted to roll her eyes at her brother. He was terribly annoying. ''Why don't you trail behind, Royalflash? He'll give you targets.'' She said, her voice filled with annoyance. She was never comfortable around the toms because they didn't know how to act. Royalflash was a reckless daredevil and Crimsonblaze was an egomaniac flirt. Sunrisedapple actually wanted to relax, and talk to a few friends of her own--if given the chance to be made. ''Why don't you choose the one who will only fall for your charms?'' Her eyes flicked up with amusement. ''Too bad there aren't any ponds here for you to see your own reflection.'' She giggled. She may have been a shy feline when others met her, but when with family? She wasn't afraid to speak up. She was the eldest sibling, and therefore wouldn't allow her young siblings to put her through agony.

"And that's our Medicine cat, Ebonyfrost." He gestured to the cat with the other medics, his eyes shining. "So, what's Halestar like?" He asked with curiosity, not wanting to intrude on her privacy. Pebbleheart was a VERY nice, respectful cat. Pebbleheart wondered why she was so secretive. Probably not because of her Clan, but because of her own will. He shrugged slightly, unnoticeable to most cats. She seemed a bit sad, until she spoke her next words. "That's good! It'd be a shame if something bad happened to your Clanmates." He mewed. "It's no problem!" He trilled, because it wasn't. He was a naturally kind cat, never one to be rude on purpose and he liked to know everyone was okay. He purred softly, gazing at the leaders. "Would you ever want to be leader?" He asked, his tail twitching as he turned his gaze to Chrysanthemumshade. Pebbleheart chuckled. "Besides from the Syndicate, SkyClan is mostly calm. It gets a bit boring, but I wouldn't leave my Clan for anything." He mewed, puffing his chest out with pride. "Yes, that'd be nice. Not at war or bickering over territory" he said dreamily, wishing the Clans were like that most of the time. Pebbleheart hated violence, and even though he'd fight tooth and claw for his Clan, he found it pointless. "I hope a fight doesn't break out. StarClan wouldn't appreciate that.." he mewed, a tinge of worry in his voice. He gazed where she was, finding a pair of apprentices watching something, looking very amused. "It's youth. Of course they'll try and create chaos for fun." He chuckled, knowing how fun it was to be a slightly-more free apprentice. Even though they were misbehaving, Pebbleheart didn't want to scold them. Who was he to keep them from having fun? In the middle of the tension between the Clans, he found the small cats amusing. Their antics didn't go beyond annoyance of some warriors, so if they didn't set the place on fire, why bother stopping them? He blinked at her statement, confused why she seemed to be amused he said she must've had friends in other Clans. It slightly confused him, but then again he was finding himself very clueless at this gathering. "Okay then.." he mewed, keeping a smile on his maw as he glanced at her. Pleased with her happy look, he smiled back and then turned to the leaders, making sure he wasn't missing anything crucial.

Chrysanthemumshade dared to were another feline was perched. Ebonyfrost. That was a very pretty name to her for a medicine cat. She let out a tiny rumble in her throat before Pebbleheart asked her how Shadowclan's leader was. Chrysanthemumshade bent her head for a moment, thinking. How would she answer this question. She couldn't tell him that Halestar was paranoid, or the fact that Riverclan and Shadowclan might be having some conflict. Perhaps, she could tell him the good things about Halestar. Yes, yes, that would be good. ''Halestar is great! A strong leader, with an entire force that supports her and helps her along the way.'' The she cat spoke, keeping her voice friendly and upbeat. Pebbleheart didn't know about the constant fears Halestar had, and the paranoia that surrounded her, and quite frankly, Chrysanthemumshade wanted to keep it that way. As long as Shadowclan was still standing, then everything was good, right? Right. ''Ah, you're such a gentlemen, Pebbleheart.'' The she cat purred, lightly. ''I'm positive that Skyclan is happy to have you as a warrior representing their clan.'' It was nice of the tom to keep her company while she was at the gathering. She felt that she made a new friend. A distant friend since she would only see him during gatherings, but a friend nonetheless. Her eyes searched around if her apprentice was still, but she couldn't see a ginger tabby pelt. ''A leader?'' Chrysanthemumshade threw her head back at Pebbleheart. It wasn't something that she had always thought about, and Shadowclan been through a lot of deputies before. Cloverwhisker, Chrysanthemumshade's sister was the deputy once before she was replaced with Goldeneye. But, Chrysanthemumshade knew deep in her heart she wouldn't want to be a leader. Too much work, and she hardly liked to do her own duties. ''As fun as it would be to boss others around, I prefer being a warrior.'' She smiled up at at the tom. ''Being a leader seems like too much work, but the name Chrysanthemumstar doesn't sound so bad,'' she purred, deeply. ''What about yourself?'' She tilted her head in a curious expression. What did he think about being a leader? Chrysanthemumshade could recall when Wolfglare said he wouldn't want to be a leader. That he wouldn't do good leading a clan. Chrysanthemumshade felt that Shadowclan would be the most feared clan because of Wolfglare's intimidating size. Thinking back on it, she almost laughed. ''I never had an encounter with the Syndicate before. Only that the evil cats lived there now, and that they don't believe in Starclan. What type of lives--where are their faith when you don't believe in Starclan?'' The she cat muttered. ''It's good that Skyclan is safe and still on the rise. Who would had known there would be five clans? Sometimes I forget that there aren't only four clan any longer.'' She smiled. Chrysanthemumshade nodded at the mention of the misbehaving apprentices. They were too much, but the silver feline knew that the apprentices were their future. They all were and it were their jobs to protect them, like a queen to their kits, so she allowed them to have their fun. After all, they weren't Shadowclan apprentices to scold anyway.

[Dust]

"Yep! I was born and raised in Windclan as well." At the mention of his leader, Rainpaw turned his brilliant blue eyes towards the top of the Seastones where Blazingstar sat. Rainpaw believed his leader to be a strong, level-headed tom, with a heart made of gold. But yet, Rainpaw believed every cat had a heart made of gold.

"Uh huh! He's a great leader. And I know there's been rumors floating around, but don't believe them." Rainpaw gained a more serious look as he looked back over to the feline. "I don't believe the outrageous tumors about Snowstar." He looked up to where he saw the Siamese she-cat sitting. He'd never seen the Thunderclan leader before, but he'd heard enough about her to assume that that was her. "Oh and where are my manners?!" Rainpaw blurted as he realized he hadn't introduce himself. "My name is Rainpaw, what is yours?"



Shaking her head slightly, the bicolored Molly agreed silently, "Blazingstar looks like a good leader, but I bet he's not as cool as Snowstar." Her voice was laced with a bragging playfulness, of course she didn't mean any harm. Rainpaw didn't look like he was hostile, otherwise Badgerpaw might have come of a lot more offensive.

Tilting her head to the side, Badgerpaw stuttered out, "Badgerpaw.." She was positively sure that she had already told the other her name but she quickly shook the thought away, attempting to make some more conversation. "What do you think everyone is going to talk about this gathering?"

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[Bracken12]

Alunapaw giggled once more, finding the tom to be very odd in his way, but enjoyable company nonetheless. She had purred when he went off to cause some mischief, and she watched with keen eyes of his moves. Tricking a she cat that his paw was hurt. He had succeeded and bounded back over to her. Alunapaw watched the she cat and her friends glare at them, and it made her purr rumble louder. ''Awesome!'' She hopped on her own paws, getting the inspiration to cause a riot on her own. Only...she didn't know what type of riot she wanted to do. Something subtle that her uncle wouldn't notice that she did it. Alunapaw's mind clicked and she gave a wink towards Stormpaw. ''Watch this.'' She whispered, flickering her tail as she sauntered past him. In the distance, she made out a fellow clan cat. Not knowing which clan they were. Definitely not riverclan as they didn't have that horrific stench of fish, but it was some clan cat. And, she sat beside him, not close enough for him to know she was up to something. Beside her, she stared at a train of ants. Ants were good to use for pranking, weren't they? Suddenly a new idea hatched into her mind as she carefully used a claw to hook on an ant, allowing it to run along her sharp talons. Without allowing anyone to see her, she planted a few ants within his pelt, tenderly to not be caught. Then, she stepped back after her masterpiece was finished. She gave Stormpaw a look behind her shoulder, her charming smile of mischief and awaited for the action to began. The clan cat only sat there for a moment--stoic before he began to itch. He was getting irritated and Alunapaw was clearly about to burst out laughing. Soon enough he did jump up screaming. Cats nearby stared at him as if he were crazy, which made Alunapaw saunter back towards her new friend. She didn't want to be apart of that trouble, but it did give her a good laugh. ''Okay, so I didn't cause a riot--but he did it for me!'' She purred, laughing once more. ''Saved me the trouble. And the horrible cause of using my voice,'' She shrugged, bringing her tail close to her in a comforting way.




Chrysanthemumshade looked towards the leaders, flicking her ears as she heard Pebbleheart introduce his leader and deputy. She nodded, now that she knew their names. ''Ah, Grousestar and Auroraflame.'' She nodded, tilting her head for a moment as she done so. Then, a small smile came onto her maw as she thought about something, but quickly dismissed it. ''I hardly ever pay attention to my...nevermind.'' She shook her head, blinking her eyes. Chrysanthemumshade feared for anyone to truly get to know her. She liked being secret. Not because of the shady clan she was in, but because she learned long ago that being herself was not good enough. Her mother had drained all the power from her, and left her in a shell of what she used to be--of who she wanted to be. Upon his next words, Chrysanthemumshade lightly gave her tail a thump. ''Oh, everything will be fine in Shadowclan--I just know it. But thank you for your concern. You're so kind.'' She smiled at him. ''And, I hope the same for Skyclan. It's nice to be here without tearing each other's throats out, you know?'' She giggled. ''It would be nice if the clans were always like this. Peaceful. Not just on gathering night.'' Chrysanthemumshade was always a benevolent she cat, but she wasn't afraid to fight if she needed to. She just preferred peace over power. Upon his next words, the small feline nodded. ''Same. I wonder what will go on tonight. Seems like everyone is having something peaceful.'' The she cat says, then narrowed her eyes as she took a look at a couple apprentices. ''Except for the troubling making apprentices, that is.'' Even though they weren't doing as they were suppose to, it had warmed Chrysanthemumshade's heart. They were funny, she had to admit. Her ears slightly flattened at his last words, and she turned her head to give her pelt a couple licks. You'd be surprised. She wanted to roll her eyes. Making friends was never easy for her. She always was under the impression that she needed to impress another cat before she could be accepted as their friend. ''Oh, yeah! Plenty friends...'' She giggled, trailing off. ''I'm certainly the life of the party!'' She mewed, turning once back to him with her foresty hues gleaming, and a charming smile placed on her maw. The life of the party? More like the fool of it.




The small calico feline let out a breath of relief upon realizing that he had forgiven her. Most cats in her own clan found her to be unbearable at times. And, occasionally, she had met some pretty nice cats, but she was still somewhat of a new warrior. Within joining the clans and all. This had been her second gathering, and, just like last time, she made a complete fool of herself. The feline shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts. Her gaze trailed the outline--his form, and she slightly tilted her head until her eyes met his. She looked confused for a second, before she smiled up at him. She giggled when he called himself a badger. ''Badgers are really dangerous though!'' She vigorously shook her head, her yellow hues almost growing wide. ''When I was younger my brothers and I encountered a badger, but he didn't get us! Our mother took care of him! He was so vicious--and scary--and ugly. I was scared, but I suppose I was the one who caused us harm. After all, I didn't stay where I was suppose to, and my brothers thought because I was the eldest, they would follow me. Whew! I got the hardest nip of my life! My mother scolded me, terribly--oh.'' She closed her maw once again. ''I tend to do that a lot. I mean talk. Because talking is good, but my clan mates say I talk too much. Sometimes I trail off onto different topics without even noticing it. I can't help it, it's like I have to do it. You know what I mean? I mean, Starclan wouldn't have given me a mouth if I couldn't use it. I love to sing occasionally. I sing all the time. I would sing now, but I don't want to be soul attention, you know--you know what? I'm just gonna stop talking now.'' She bowed her head, hiding a small smile that was on her maw. This tom, despite his large size, was pretty nice. Splotchfeather was sure he was one of those intimidating toms that didn't like company--but he wasn't, and she felt comfortable. Even if he were from a different clan. ''I am Skyclan.'' She lifted her head proudly, swishing her tail to the side for a moment with a sparkling smile. Upon his next words, Splotchfeather looked behind her, trying to find sense in her own clan, but decided that maybe--just, maybe, she would sit right here and talk for while. She always was in the mood for a new friend, and this tom right here seemed wonderful to get to know. So, she sat next to him, her tail wrapped slightly around her. She just hoped that the other cats wouldn't mind. This was a different clan, and Splotchfeather always had to keep a cautious eye out, despite the kindness that this large cat was showing her. ''Redfeather?'' She echoed, then her eyes light up, and she jumped from her seat, her fur ruffling about. ''I'm Splotchfeather!'' She shouted, more loudly than she intended too. ''I can't believe we have the same suffix! Wow! That's amazing! Redfeather and Splotchfeather! We should definitely set up a group of feathers!'' She giggled once more, finding joy that she shared something in common with this tom--and potentially a new friend. See, Splotchfeather was too lost in her own world to notice anything wrong. She didn't see any type of tensions going on within the packs. She was too busy running after fireflies at night, or trying to cheer a sad face up. Her enthusiasm was hard to calm down as she always got excited over the simplest of things. Like, now. As she was lost in her own world, she didn't hear what Redfeather had said, so the feline sat next to him once more, tilting her head up to stare at him. He was so big! And, she was so small compared to him. If Thunderclan toms were like that, she was definitely intimidated. But, he was nice. She wondered if all Thunderclan toms were like that. ''Tensions?'' She repeated. ''I like to think that we're all gonna get along just fine!''

" That? That was the best thing I've ever seen! And I thought putting live frogs in the Warriors' den was funny, but that. Ants in his pelt? That is a gem of riots!" Stormpaw was amazed that a she cat like her could cause such chaos. " I mean you look so well, not like some one who would prank and cause riots but bam! You are one of the best pranker's I have met, Alunapaw, you have my respect, i can promise you that!" HE was waving his paws and had a crazy look on his face. The Three Riverclan warriors scooted away from him. "Anyways, how has the life Starclan planned for you treated you so far? Starclan must have hated me in my past life because they made my mom go insane and leave Shadowclan when I was only two moons old and my dad followed her when I was three and a half moons! My mom's friend took care of me, but that's only because no one else would! My mentor is more of a parent to me than anyone!" His voice cut like claws, and anger sparked in his pelt and eyes. He had hated the relationship his denmates had with their parents when they was all kits, he envied them and it made him sad and angry that his parents didn't want him.

[Captain]

The first thing that Splotchfeather took notice of was that this tom was such a sweetheart! And, maybe...just maybe he was trailing her along, like most toms did to a pretty she cat. Maybe he was toying with her because she was such a clueless feline and easy to approach. Just maybe, but even that sounded less than likely. Splotchfeather had happily sat next to the tom when they moved seats. Sitting in the back of the crowd was much better. No eyes to judge them, saying why is that thunderclan tom with that skyclan she cat? Splotchfeather was friendly cat all around. She loved meeting different cats from different places, but she knew her heart would always belong with Skyclan. Grousestar had made her apart of them, taking her in after she lost her mother and two brothers at such a young age. In order to repay them, she tried her best to keep the clan happy. Sometimes she sang to the little ones to get them off their mothers nerves, and most times she was a friend for someone in a depressing manner. Whenever others see Splotchfeather, they have to smile at her because of her sweet helpful nature. It was contagious really--of how she acted. And, the way she reacted? As of now, she was sitting with this large orange pelted maine coon, enjoying the night stars while the others mingled around them. Of course, since they were in the back of the crowd, others might get a suspicious note from them, knowing they weren't of the same clan. Splotchfeather gazed up at the stars, allowing a soft breath to exhale from her. ''I wouldn't want to talk you to death. Trust me, some believe that it's better for me to stay quiet than talk at all. My brothers thought I talked so much, they tried to tackle me to the ground and rip my maw off. It was hilarious though! Because their fur tickled me, and our mother just watched and purred at us like we were the sweetest things. Perhaps we were, because we were her only family. I didn't know the cat that sired me though. I wish I did meet him--but, my friend--his name is Greystep, and he's like a father to me. Funny story, you should know. Greystep and I met when I thought he was hiding something. Like he was literally hiding a secret. He's the most skittish tom I know! I sang to him once...he loved my voice...'' the she cat trailed off, thinking of that long ago memory. She could recall the words she softly sang in her head, almost wanting to sway to the music, but thought best not to since she were in public. She was talking too much, and Redfeather haven't shut her up? Did he really enjoy when she rambled on and on? In all honesty, he sounded like Yarrowpounce--the tom that really needed help. Splotchfeather tried to help everyone that she passes by. She hated seeing Yarrowpounce in that corner, his fur clinging to his bones...all from a broken heart? ''They're called madrigals.'' She told him, softly. ''What the nightingales sing. They sound so pretty! You have to hear them one day. You won't ever want them to stop after hearing them singing for so long. I remember long nights and those birds would sing. They would keep me up until sunrise. It was a nice thing to look forward to. The sun was something that we cherished when we had our pretty music at night. My mother and I used to sing tunes to go along with the twittering birds,'' she giggled, softly once more, then decided to stop talking. The first thing was because the memories were getting to her, and the second thing was the fact she was telling this tom everything about herself...yet, she knew nothing of him. She knew his name, and that was about it, but nothing else. Granted, she was talking more than him, allowing herself to remain open since she knew that was the best way to make friends, but she wished to get to know him as well. He had to be pretty interesting. And, the fact that he called her beautiful? Splotchfeather bashfully looked away, allowing her tail to cover her muzzle for a moment. She never knew how to take compliments well. It was rude to stare at a beautiful she cat...that was what she heard. She wished she didn't hear those words, but she did. And, they sunk into her mind. There were plenty toms within her own clan that called her pretty, or cute, or once they got to know her kit-like personality, she was deemed as adorable. But, beautiful? That seemed like such a mature word that she was never called before. And, possibly, these toms before had thought of her as such, but never dared use the word for her knowledge. This made the she cat almost curl up in a ball from a state of flustered, but she maintained herself, and turned her head to look at the large tom. She had to look up at him greatly because of his large size. He was such a good friend. Splotchfeather felt good. She felt that she could call him a friend. He was incredibly sweet to her. ''It's a shame that we're not from the same clans. We could had hung out every day! But, I suppose I'll be seeing you at another gathering?'' She asked, tilting her head. ''Skyclan is so far away! You have no idea how far we traveled just to get to this place! And, we finally get here, and it's a dream come true!'' She smiled brilliantly, looking at the other cats in the field. ''And, the stars are absolutely gorgeous, and the moon is high, the brightest light tonight. And, we're all here having a magnificent time!'' She got up prancing around in her energetic state. The type of actions that Skyclan knew her as; their bubbling angel. The she cat circled around the tom in a friendly manner, brushing against his fur, and purring softly. ''I think I talk too much. And, you know I talked too much...how about I get to know you? I promise to stay quiet! No word shall leave my mouth, like...now!...and now!...and now!...Wait, wait, wait--don't start yet!'' She cleared her throat, and whirled around him once more until she was sitting across from him, looking up at him with her wide bright yellow eyes. ''Okay, you can start now. I'll be quiet...and for once, I'll listen. Now. Starting now. And, now. Wait, nope right now.'' She giggled, but kept her mouth shut as she awaited to at least get to know a few new things about her new friend.

“You are loyal to Thunderclan.” A quiet voice in his head reminded him, rather sharply, “She is loyal to Skyclan.” The words echoed in his mind, telling him that he couldn’t be closer to her - this young Skyclan cat that made him feel so valued, even though they only met a few moments ago. Redfeather looked towards all the leaders that stood atop the Seastones in front of all the cats that lived in the forest, was he really as loyal to Snowstar as he believed? Ever since he was welcomed into Thunderclan, they never completely accepted him, always giving the tom-cat looks of suspicion and now, being with Splotchfeather at this moment, it wasn’t helping his case in any way. Though, something deep down in the regions of his soul - he didn’t care anymore, this warrior just wanted to be happy and cared about. Maybe Redfeather was a fox-hearted traitor for thinking such things, he didn’t know what to think at this point in time, but he didn’t want to lose the possible connection that they both could share. She was different from the she-cats in his clan, she didn’t feel scared or overpowered by his size, she was kind and her laugh was the sweetest sound that he’s ever heard. He was brought away from these thoughts when she spoke once more and Redfeather watched her out of the corner of his eye, listening intently to another one of her stories. There were many details and comments that he could insert in between the parts of her tale, but he remained quiet and respectful until she finished. He listed to her about her mother, her brothers and even the father-figure known as Greystep in her life, it all fascinated him to a point where he put all his focus into each word that she uttered. When Splotchfeather trailed off in her words, the large warrior looked over at her as she seemed self-conscious about her speaking, though he grew quite interested in her ramblings, even if they were just small moments of her life story. “I never knew my father, my mother nor any of my siblings.” Redfeather murmured softly under his breath and he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t hear these words, they were mostly just to himself. He, however, closed his mouth once again for a short moment before repeating her. “Madrigals.” He said, to make sure that he was saying it right. Redfeather let a softened smile slip onto his maw as she continued, filling him in on the peaceful song of the nightingale that filled the forest. The lightened giggle that came from the calico made his smile grow for a moment, yet he interrupted her no more. Redfeather looked at the young she-cat though, with gentle eyes, when she bashfully turned away when she heard the compliment that slipped from his parted jaws. A moment passed and she then turned to look up at him, meeting his softened gaze for a peaceful small time where no words were spoken. Redfeather turned away from her, looking back to the leaders as she spoke once more, this time about them being in different clans, which made the tom’s whiskers twitch. Her question, however, made him glance at her for a few seconds and then back to their original location.

“Perhaps even sooner than that.” Redfeather said to Splotchfeather, not saying anything more as his words left mystery and possibilities for the near future. He made sure to listen to her words about how Skyclan was far away from here and it made the tom’s plan sound a bit far-fetched, but perhaps it would be worth it. Through all these thoughts though, he did not fill her in on the things that trailed through his mind at the moment. Three moons sounded too long, much too far away. “Stop being so foolish.” The voice hissed at him, making the tom’s claws unsheathe and sink into the sand, “She’ll just forget about you in the span of those three moons, just move on.” The tom-cat wanted to yowl out at these voices in his head, but he didn’t, because Splotchfeather was still speaking to him and he wouldn’t dare interrupt her. “The moon and stars are certainly beautiful,” The large warrior remarked to her, “The moonlight makes your fur shimmer and it’s like a gift from Starclan.” Redfeather knew these words were cheesy, but he truly felt them. He watched her get up and prance around, excited and adorable in her actions. The tom-cat, however, grew silent and still when she trailed around him, brushing against his fur and the light rumbling of her purrs could be heard. It made a shiver run up his spine and a relaxed, quiet sigh come from his mouth. His fur felt hot with embarrassment and he became flustered by her touch. He brought himself back to reality, however, when she spoke again, seeming to go on about something which made him raise an eyebrow in amusement before she cleared her throat and sat across from him on the cool, soft sand, her yellow-hued eyes beaming up at him with curiosity. She claimed to want him to tell her about his past now, curious and wanting him to talk instead of her. He was hesitant, but perhaps revealing his past to her would allow him to become closer and get her to trust him more. Redfeather blinked at her and then looked around at the cats off in the crowd, who, thankfully, were fixed on the leaders. He laid down, his underbelly against the sand to go close to her so that he could lower his tone and she could hear him. “Very well.” Redfeather said, “I will tell you my story now.” The male gave a small final sigh before thinking back to his former moons, when everything happened.

“I was born in a twoleg home right on the outside of the twolegplace that we know in this area.” He explained, “I was born as the largest in my litter and the only one, as far as I know, the only thing that I know is that my mother rejected me as soon as I gave my first breath. Her twolegs fed me and cared for me until I could walk, see and hear on my own. Then, when that happened, I was cast out into the cold and rain without a home nor a family to go to. There were dogs, vicious and mean, who chased me down alleys and fierce rogues who would beat me up and I would have to fight for survival each day. Then, when I finally decided that I was done with the twolegplace life, I ran out into the forest - hungry, tired, alone and not knowing where I was going. That’s where I found out about the clans and Snowstar let me in Thunderclan, even though to this day, most of the cats don’t trust me and give me dirty looks. I have never had a friend nor anyone to talk to, until now.” Redfeather said, gesturing to her, “I have trained constantly and become very strong, muscular in my form so that nobody could ever treat me like a weakened loner anymore.” The maine coon looked down at his paws for a moment before gritting his teeth together and then shaking his head, he looked at her with a glint in his gaze. “I must see you again.” He said, his tone low as he got closer to the she-cat, “I know that I may sound crazy and that’s fine, but hear me out. You aren’t like the others, you make me smile and feel important, even though we just met. I cannot wait three moons to see you again, you will surely forget about me by then.” He urged her with warmth in his eyes, “Please, can we meet here, on the beach, after the gathering - perhaps in a quarter moon or so. I would love to hear you sing and look at the stars with you. We could learn more about each other and become closer..”

[goddess of ducks]

"Hello!" Tealeaf was the first to speak, uncaring the tom smelled of the forest. This was a time of truce, and this tom seemed kind enough. "I'm Tealeaf, and that's Caracalspirit!" She trilled, a smile on her maw. Caracalspirit politely dipped her head, the worried she-cat putting aside her anxiety to be kind. Still, the feeling of dread never left her even if she knew the fight would be put aside. Sitting up straight, though relaxed, she listened to the waves and looked up at the sky, the moon bright. "It's a nice night, too bad it has so much tension.." Tealeaf sighed, turning to the tom who had approached. "At least we can get over it for one night." She chuckled.

She didn't mind that he was ThunderClan, just this night. Any other time she'd be curt or rude if he approached during the battle, but they put the battle aside. Scenting the air, she caught traces of both Clans and the Sea. Feeling at ease, she nudged Caracalspirit playfully. "Awful quiet, huh?" The warrior blinked before chuckling. "So, Storkflight, how many gatherings have you been to?" Caracalspirit asked, not wanting to ask a cliche or dumb question.


Storkflight gave an inward sigh of relief, glad that at least one other cat didn't seem to be blatantly holding back from attacking. Everyone was so tense and aggitated, it was almost annoying. It seemed like no one knew how to let it go for just one night. At least Tealeaf felt the same. As the two cats introduced them selves to the Bengal, he dipped his head politely. "Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you both." He said, his voice very polite and cautious. He turned to glance at Tealeafs companion, who didn't seem as happy as she did. At Carcaralspirits words, he turned his attention back to the feline. "Yea, I think the tension isn't much of a secret. You'd have to be mouse rained if you didn't feel it here. Truce or not, it seems most of us still want to get at each other's throats." He sighed, his maw curving down into a frown. "Oh, Gatherings. Well, this will be my second as a warrior, but I went to three or for as an apprentice. What about you two?"


Ashpaw smiled gently, looking at the shecat as she explained what clan she was from. "Oh. I am from Shadowclan. Halestar is up there with your leader." He said, "And I am sure there are a lot of other apprentices that are here for the first time at every Gathering." He was actually slightly happy it was her first time too, someone he could share the experience with. He was still slightly shocked at the massive amount of cats that came into the area so quickly. It was hard to tell what clan the cats nearby were from because of the mingling scents.

The small apprentice glanced up to the rock, where the leaders stood. She had heard of Halestar, but never actually seen the cat. Honestly she had never seen any cat outside her Clan til tonight, and boy were there lots of other cats. As he continued talking, she stopped smiling as bright. She had a habit of taking things personally way too quickly. "Oh yeah, your probably right..." She sighed. "But hey, we can still have some fun right? Actually, we should get some good seats before some warrior sits in front of us, blocking the view." She whispered to him with a small giggle. "Trust me, it happens to me a lot at Clan meetings." She offered lightheartedly.

[Brilliance]

“You are loyal to Thunderclan.” A quiet voice in his head reminded him, rather sharply, “She is loyal to Skyclan.” The words echoed in his mind, telling him that he couldn’t be closer to her - this young Skyclan cat that made him feel so valued, even though they only met a few moments ago. Redfeather looked towards all the leaders that stood atop the Seastones in front of all the cats that lived in the forest, was he really as loyal to Snowstar as he believed? Ever since he was welcomed into Thunderclan, they never completely accepted him, always giving the tom-cat looks of suspicion and now, being with Splotchfeather at this moment, it wasn’t helping his case in any way. Though, something deep down in the regions of his soul - he didn’t care anymore, this warrior just wanted to be happy and cared about. Maybe Redfeather was a fox-hearted traitor for thinking such things, he didn’t know what to think at this point in time, but he didn’t want to lose the possible connection that they both could share. She was different from the she-cats in his clan, she didn’t feel scared or overpowered by his size, she was kind and her laugh was the sweetest sound that he’s ever heard. He was brought away from these thoughts when she spoke once more and Redfeather watched her out of the corner of his eye, listening intently to another one of her stories. There were many details and comments that he could insert in between the parts of her tale, but he remained quiet and respectful until she finished. He listed to her about her mother, her brothers and even the father-figure known as Greystep in her life, it all fascinated him to a point where he put all his focus into each word that she uttered. When Splotchfeather trailed off in her words, the large warrior looked over at her as she seemed self-conscious about her speaking, though he grew quite interested in her ramblings, even if they were just small moments of her life story. “I never knew my father, my mother nor any of my siblings.” Redfeather murmured softly under his breath and he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t hear these words, they were mostly just to himself. He, however, closed his mouth once again for a short moment before repeating her. “Madrigals.” He said, to make sure that he was saying it right. Redfeather let a softened smile slip onto his maw as she continued, filling him in on the peaceful song of the nightingale that filled the forest. The lightened giggle that came from the calico made his smile grow for a moment, yet he interrupted her no more. Redfeather looked at the young she-cat though, with gentle eyes, when she bashfully turned away when she heard the compliment that slipped from his parted jaws. A moment passed and she then turned to look up at him, meeting his softened gaze for a peaceful small time where no words were spoken. Redfeather turned away from her, looking back to the leaders as she spoke once more, this time about them being in different clans, which made the tom’s whiskers twitch. Her question, however, made him glance at her for a few seconds and then back to their original location.

“Perhaps even sooner than that.” Redfeather said to Splotchfeather, not saying anything more as his words left mystery and possibilities for the near future. He made sure to listen to her words about how Skyclan was far away from here and it made the tom’s plan sound a bit far-fetched, but perhaps it would be worth it. Through all these thoughts though, he did not fill her in on the things that trailed through his mind at the moment. Three moons sounded too long, much too far away. “Stop being so foolish.” The voice hissed at him, making the tom’s claws unsheathe and sink into the sand, “She’ll just forget about you in the span of those three moons, just move on.” The tom-cat wanted to yowl out at these voices in his head, but he didn’t, because Splotchfeather was still speaking to him and he wouldn’t dare interrupt her. “The moon and stars are certainly beautiful,” The large warrior remarked to her, “The moonlight makes your fur shimmer and it’s like a gift from Starclan.” Redfeather knew these words were cheesy, but he truly felt them. He watched her get up and prance around, excited and adorable in her actions. The tom-cat, however, grew silent and still when she trailed around him, brushing against his fur and the light rumbling of her purrs could be heard. It made a shiver run up his spine and a relaxed, quiet sigh come from his mouth. His fur felt hot with embarrassment and he became flustered by her touch. He brought himself back to reality, however, when she spoke again, seeming to go on about something which made him raise an eyebrow in amusement before she cleared her throat and sat across from him on the cool, soft sand, her yellow-hued eyes beaming up at him with curiosity. She claimed to want him to tell her about his past now, curious and wanting him to talk instead of her. He was hesitant, but perhaps revealing his past to her would allow him to become closer and get her to trust him more. Redfeather blinked at her and then looked around at the cats off in the crowd, who, thankfully, were fixed on the leaders. He laid down, his underbelly against the sand to go close to her so that he could lower his tone and she could hear him. “Very well.” Redfeather said, “I will tell you my story now.” The male gave a small final sigh before thinking back to his former moons, when everything happened.

“I was born in a twoleg home right on the outside of the twolegplace that we know in this area.” He explained, “I was born as the largest in my litter and the only one, as far as I know, the only thing that I know is that my mother rejected me as soon as I gave my first breath. Her twolegs fed me and cared for me until I could walk, see and hear on my own. Then, when that happened, I was cast out into the cold and rain without a home nor a family to go to. There were dogs, vicious and mean, who chased me down alleys and fierce rogues who would beat me up and I would have to fight for survival each day. Then, when I finally decided that I was done with the twolegplace life, I ran out into the forest - hungry, tired, alone and not knowing where I was going. That’s where I found out about the clans and Snowstar let me in Thunderclan, even though to this day, most of the cats don’t trust me and give me dirty looks. I have never had a friend nor anyone to talk to, until now.” Redfeather said, gesturing to her, “I have trained constantly and become very strong, muscular in my form so that nobody could ever treat me like a weakened loner anymore.” The maine coon looked down at his paws for a moment before gritting his teeth together and then shaking his head, he looked at her with a glint in his gaze. “I must see you again.” He said, his tone low as he got closer to the she-cat, “I know that I may sound crazy and that’s fine, but hear me out. You aren’t like the others, you make me smile and feel important, even though we just met. I cannot wait three moons to see you again, you will surely forget about me by then.” He urged her with warmth in his eyes, “Please, can we meet here, on the beach, after the gathering - perhaps in a quarter moon or so. I would love to hear you sing and look at the stars with you. We could learn more about each other and become closer..”

The small calico feline listened intently to the story that Redfeather was saying. At first a smile was on her face, believing it was something happy, then it turned into a small smile, until it ended up in a frown. She didn't think his past would be so...tough. It was devastating. The fact that his mother didn't want him. The she cat had no words for him, and all she felt she could do was comfort him, so gradually she relaxed her tail on his shoulder for a few moments, allowing soft thoughts to past through them. Splotchfeather hardly had anything not to say. She was a feline known to keep a conversation running. And, besides that, it was hard enough getting her to listen, but she wanted to listen to Redfeather. He had been listening to her all day. He had been dealing with her all day, and the she cat dearly started to enjoy his company. He was, indeed, a charmer. Splotchfeather just couldn't put it in words of how she felt at that current moment. As he began to speak, she lifted her tail away from him, breathing softly to hear what he needed to say. The small feline stood up from her seat, her pelt clinging to her sides like a warm blanket. She as heavily marked with white, ginger, and different shades of brown. Her eyes were wide like two yellow suns. She was ready to comment on his story, telling him how brave she though the was. A remarkable tom, but he started talking before she even got the chance to. She perked her ears at this, and at hearing his words she felt her eyes grow wider. She almost stumbled back, bringing up a paw out of confusion at hearing his words. "You wanna see me again?" She asked, her mouth making a tiny gape. It had truly surprised her. Just last gathering she had been here with her best friend, and though occasionally she had talked to a few of the cats, they never said they wanted to see her again. Besides that, Splotchfeather, at the time, stayed near Acornflash because that was her best friend. He was always there for her, and she was there for him, but this gathering he did not come because of he did, she would need the advice from him. Right about now. Or, from Greystep. Or, Yarrowpounce. Or, anyone who she seemed her friend within Skyclan's territory. And, when it came to Splotchfeather? Everyone was her friend. It was till surprising, as if the information haven't sunk in good enough already. She didn't know what to say. She knew one thing for certain. It would be wrong for them to see each other again. But he sounded so sincere. They were from different clans. She made him feel important. It was a sign of disloyalty. She made him smile. To Splotchfeather, making another smile was a great present. Every frown she had seen, but every smile was rare and different, and if she made him smile, she might have made his world a little better. Splotchfeather gave him a delicate smile, giggling. "I could never forget you, silly. I have a very photographic memory. I could remember the last thing my mother had said to me before she...died." Splotchfeather twitched her nose, tilting her head a bit as she did not know why she had said that, but it was something to say. Usually, that's what it was like when it came to her. It was just something to say. Something to add. Something to improve the conversation. But, she still felt iffy about this entire ordeal. This massive tom wanted to see her again. He wanted to see her in less than three moons. He wanted her to travel back here, so they could spend time together. It sounded tempting--it really did. It was something that she wanted, but then again, most of her clan mates believe she didn't know what she wanted. Splotchfeather was a kit at heart, always ready to play instead of facing the real world. She was the type of cat to not believe in any type of atrocious crimes--even when seeing it, she refused to acknowledge it. Most would think she lives with her head in the clouds, but Splotchfeather was truly scared. She knew of the dangers in the world, and that life was short, but she chose the path of a naive, sweet she cat because someone needed to be the angel in a dim world.

An angel? Splotchfeather looked up at the stars once more, realizing that she hadn't really given him an answer. She was still scared of what would happen if she chose to agree to his proposal. Just throw everything away and risk her home to spend time with some tom? Putting it that way sounded rude. But, what any other way could she put it? Splotchfeather stated quickly towards the leaders, catching a glance at Grousestar. He was such a strong leader. She admired him, greatly. Kind, understanding, compassionate, and a protector. She would always be grateful to the brown tabby for taking her in. Clan life was a lot different than roaming around as a loner--and, perhaps that's something they had in common. They weren't from the clans. Splotchfeather felt that she could relate to this tom beside her when it came to that area. So, after a while of thinking. This was something that Splotchfeather rarely did. She never liked to think much, feeling that it would be getting in the way of whatever else she wanted to do. Like chase the fireflies, but being around other cats it seemed uncivilized for her to do such s thing, so she stayed put, and leaned closer towards the tom. "It don't seem like any harm in meeting you here in a quarter moon." She pulled away slightly from him, giving a small smile. Even though she agreed to it, she still felt something sick in her stomach. She was nervous as she thought about what could lay ahead of them. The foremost thing that Splotchfeather would do was focus on her clan mates. She had to make sure they were okay, and well cared for. Especially Yarrowpounce. The she cat knew she shouldn't be thinking of the tom much, but she couldn't help it. Her heart had ached for him, and she promised that she would stay there with him to heal that cracked heart of his so he would be a strong leading warrior of Skyclan once more. Now, she had promised to another tom that she would continue meeting with him, knowing it would be wrong.

"Do you think Starclan will be angry at us?" Her voice was small, almost scared, but she wanted to meet with him. Splotchfeather liked to change others' lives--for the better. She liked to be a positive outcome out all the negative things. She adored these things, just being herself in the process. She just hoped she wasn't punished with it. As long as she could make Redfeather happy, then all should be good. The only question was; how long would it last? How long would their friendship last before he want more? Something else? Something less? Just thinking about the future had freaked Splotchfeather out. Not the fact of growing up, but the pressure of growing up. The she cat liked to take things slow as she liked to keep everyone happy. Right now, she was quite baffled but remained a smiling face the entire time. She stayed near her new friend, occasionally feeling the picks of his fur against her own. She knew he was a massive cat, much heavier than she would be. Splotchfeather was light. Well...as light as a feather some might say. "I would love to sing to you the madrigals that my mother taught me." She tilted her head once more so that she could get a good luck at him. "They're soft and sweet. And they always put the kits to sleep back in Skyclan." She giggled softly. "I just adore the kits falling to sleep after hearing a lullaby. They're just so cute! Kinda make a she cat want to have her own!" She gushed, thinking about the little ones back in the nursery. They were saddened that they found out Splotchfeather had to go to the gathering. Splotchfeather was like a designated kit sitter. She loved hounding the kits together and playing a game with them or singing new tunes with them. It would give their mother a break from them, and time to relax. Since Splotchfeather was always full of energy, there was never a boring time with the calico feline. But, as much as she loved kits, Splotchfeather knew she was not ready for them. Not that she was scared, or that she was looking for the perfect one, but mainly the fact that she wasn't where she wanted to be at the point of her life her. It was a complicated matter with her.

Then, the she cat sighed. It was nice sitting in the back of the crowd, but still able to see the leaders of she squinted her eyes long enough. Since she was behind everyone, the she cat was pretty small, so she could hardly see anything, but she did make out Grousestar, where her loyalty laid. Then, she glanced at Redfeather. Possibly, he was another part where her loyalty laid. Where her new friendship laid. But, the she cat was still scared, but he wanted to see her again. Just thinking about it made the she cat flustered. She felt embarrassed for some odd reason, and she didn't understand why he wanted to see her again in particular. And, for once...she had nothing to ramble on about. So, in the distance she focused her gaze on a moth, staring as if flee about. She hopped to her paws, swishing her tail gently behind her. "Watch this." She told the tom quietly before she stepped past him, keeping her belly low to the ground. The moth was still hovering, just above her head. When she shot up, paws extended but claws retracted, she tried to catch the small critter, but it flew away, so she began to run after it in a short distance until she lost her footing, and slipped over one of her paws. As she tumbled about, applying friction at holding her claws into the ground, the she cat let out rapid breaths, her yellow eyes wide--with laughter. Yes, she began laughing. Giggling all sorts. Her fur was pretty much filled with dust, much to her dismay, but she head her fun. It was fun! "Wow! That moth sure got me! Did you see the look of that thing!" She called to her new friend. "It just came at me! And, I almost had him! I think I was too slow at catching him thought. He got away this time...but he can't be Hunter Splotch. I'm the bomb at it!" She laughed once more and walked towards her companion. Everything was always fun and games with this she cat, but right now, she needed to groom her pelt from that fall. "Sorry, that I got carried away there. I get..dis-" her eyes followed another moth, the wings on it glowing brilliantly in the moonlight. "I get distracted very easily." She shakes her head to rid the moth, and quickly glances over at Redfeather before she began to lightly groom her fur.

[Momotaro]

Wheatfur padded into seastones, the toms violet gaze watching cats as they passed. This was the Thunderclan medicine cat's second gathering the Rank, and was still unused to the respectful and awe filled stares of cats, instead of the slightly fearful, intimidated gazes that traced him. Before becoming medicine cat he was one of the greatest warrior, sometimes he wondered why he didn't stay a warrior, but Wheatfur was happy with these changes. He could become friends with other cats without fear of becoming to attached when battle came. He was happy with helping younger cats to stay healthy, not training them for the battle field. The golden tom scanned the crouds, towering over them slightly, for a cat to talk to.

| Open |

[Teza]

( Sprucey's on the case! )

The tom bumped into another pelt. A hiss erupted, and he muttered an apology. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but suddenly he was tripping up and failing in his duties. His lovesick mind always wandered to one cat... Snowfall... he thought dreamily, his gaze shifting to the sky before bumping into another cat. "Oh - Sorry..." he meowed sheepishly. "Oh, I haven't seen you before. I'm Sprucefur," he smiled a little.



Firesparks smiled and nodded to the unfamiliar tom that had so rudely bumped into her. Though, he apologized, so she couldn't be too mad as there were many cats at the Seastones. "It's alright if I were moving through a crowd this large at the speed you were I'd bump into some cats too," she said, a light-hearted yet sarcastic tone in her voice. "My name is Firesparks. I'm from Windclan," she said, puffing out her chest a bit when she mentioned her clan She was so proud of where she grew up.

[ShiningFern]

The small apprentice glanced up to the rock, where the leaders stood. She had heard of Halestar, but never actually seen the cat. Honestly she had never seen any cat outside her Clan til tonight, and boy were there lots of other cats. As he continued talking, she stopped smiling as bright. She had a habit of taking things personally way too quickly. "Oh yeah, your probably right..." She sighed. "But hey, we can still have some fun right? Actually, we should get some good seats before some warrior sits in front of us, blocking the view." She whispered to him with a small giggle. "Trust me, it happens to me a lot at Clan meetings." She offered lightheartedly.

"Yeah, I don't need a bunch of mouse-b....erm warriors blocking the view. How about over there!" He mewed, laughing quietly. The dark gray tom looked at Peachpaw with a grin and bounded over to the spot he pointed out before someone else got there. Ashpaw sat down, waiting for his new friend to come over. He was honestly surprised he made a friend, hmmm, what would my mother think... He had met some Riverclan cats on a patrol before, but never anyone else out of his clan. This was new to him.

[lone]

Wheatfur padded into seastones, the toms violet gaze watching cats as they passed. This was the Thunderclan medicine cat's second gathering the Rank, and was still unused to the respectful and awe filled stares of cats, instead of the slightly fearful, intimidated gazes that traced him. Before becoming medicine cat he was one of the greatest warrior, sometimes he wondered why he didn't stay a warrior, but Wheatfur was happy with these changes. He could become friends with other cats without fear of becoming to attached when battle came. He was happy with helping younger cats to stay healthy, not training them for the battle field. The golden tom scanned the crouds, towering over them slightly, for a cat to talk to.

| Open |
A cheerful looking golden tabby practically bounced into the crowd of cats - her hues were sparkling eagerly, as always,
when she saw a cat who was sitting more or less alone. Now, Hawkfeather normally came to the Gathering to meet cats from other Clans, and this cat had the scent of ThunderClan - but since she didn't recognize him, it was still an opportunity to make a new friend. "Hi!" She chirped, taking a seat beside him without asking if it was okay first. See, Hawkfeather tended to just thrust herself into others' personal space without asking. She never really thought about it, to be honest. A sudden realization struck her as a tangy scent of herbs came over her senses as well. This was the medicine cat, Wheatfur! She hadn't realized it at first, but now she could recognize him. "You were alone, and I was alone, so I thought I'd come say hi! Besides, you look nice! I thought I didn't know you at first, and then I realized 'oh my gosh that's Wheatfur' and now I can't BELIEVE you were alone, where are all your friends?" Hawkfeather asked, peeking around him as though she thought there might be cats hiding somewhere.

[Starfall]

Rosenose padded through the trees carefully, the Shadowclan molly was pregnant with her mate, Honeythistle's, kits. The beautiful gingerish red cat had lost him in the crowds, however, and without her mate by her side she began to worry. Where is he? What if a cat attacks me, and he can't protect me or the kits! What if he's in trouble! She kept up these worrying thoughts till she walked strait into a bush. Rosenose immediately jumped up in fear, the kits! The molly had always been frail, and quickly looked around for a medicine cat, though she was freaking out to much.

| starfall Junipersight? Or Redwillow |
[Junie :heartbounce: ]
The brown warrior perked his ear as he heard the sound of shuffling paws and the sharp intake of breath, which usually meant one was panicking. He swirled his head in the direction of the noise and flicked his tail, "Excuse me." he called out quietly, "Do you need any help?" he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. He had never met this molly before and her scent was unfamiliar, it was exciting. Junipersight shot the molly a soft smile, his green optics gleamed with understanding "Are you nervous? I think most are, or well, I mean if it's your first gathering." he added, a pang of sorrow filled his heart as he thought of his childhood friend, Hemlockpaw. It had been moons since he last saw her, and the night they became apprentices they promised that they would go to the gathering together. After a few seconds of getting lost in the past the brown tom turned his pale gaze upon Rosenose once more and cocked his head to the side "My names Junipersight, nice to meet you, and I'll try to help the best I can." he purred.

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The ebony warrior padded into the clearing, a huge grin plastered on his face. He never got tired of it, the gathering, a chance to meet new friends. He still never got a chance to clean of his legs after he fell in the creek on his way here. Pufftuft looked around the cluster of cats, his green eyes blazed with excitement, so many new faces, must mean that there were new apprentices and possibly new members of the clan. The Shadowclan warrior shook off the mud that was caked on his legs and let out a scowl "Yuck, now I smell like fish." he spat, his nose twitched with disgust.

[wickedvirtues]

Storkflight gave an inward sigh of relief, glad that at least one other cat didn't seem to be blatantly holding back from attacking. Everyone was so tense and aggitated, it was almost annoying. It seemed like no one knew how to let it go for just one night. At least Tealeaf felt the same. As the two cats introduced them selves to the Bengal, he dipped his head politely. "Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you both." He said, his voice very polite and cautious. He turned to glance at Tealeafs companion, who didn't seem as happy as she did. At Carcaralspirits words, he turned his attention back to the feline. "Yea, I think the tension isn't much of a secret. You'd have to be mouse rained if you didn't feel it here. Truce or not, it seems most of us still want to get at each other's throats." He sighed, his maw curving down into a frown. "Oh, Gatherings. Well, this will be my second as a warrior, but I went to three or for as an apprentice. What about you two?"


Caracalspirit chuckled at his relief, glad he wasn't as intensely upset at her Clan than some others. Tealeaf glanced at the leaders, looking powerful and wise as she smiled. "You too" Caracalspirit purred, her eyes glittering. "Yeah, it's a shame. The Gathering is usually a time of mingling and friendliness, but this time.." Tealeaf sighed, but her cheery demeanor quickly returned. She smiled softly, a glitter in her eyes. "This is Caracalspirit's first, but i've been once a few moons ago." Tealeaf purred, remembering her awe at the first Gathering she went to.

[~Aesthetic~]

MoonHeart & Friends
The tortiseshell she-cat walked quietly to a small spot near where many RiverClan cats were seated, bright green eyes scanning the bustling crowd. She kept her eyes open for a familiar golden tom, but grew frustrated as she didn't find him. She stood on her hind legs for a few heartbeats before returning to her sitting position, eyes narrowing as she made sure to glance at every cat in the clearing.
Surely he would want to see me?
What if he doesn't?
Should I just leave him be?
No, he would want to talk to me.
And I really want to talk to him.
More determined than before, she looked even more. She glanced at a few Clanmates, some of which huddled in small groups. Would he be looking for her there?
No, keep looking.
At last, she saw a flowing golden pelt among many other shades gray, black, ginger and brown, and immediately got to her paws and headed over, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. With each pawsteps, her heart drummed with uncertainty. However, for once, her heart told her to keep going. It was as if she was...
Falling for him.
Her mind tried desperately to steer her from the ridiculous thought, but her heart drummed louder, drowning put the thoughts. For once, she had found a cat that was nice, understanding and caring, and enjoyed her company- no way she'd let that go so soon.
She made it to Lionspirit after the small walk, she tapped him lightly on the back with her tail tip.
"Lionspirit? Hi!" She chirped, voice energetic. Not even a stutter. She wasn't the slightest bit nervous.

[Teza]

[Disclaimer: Some -phobic content]

[Open to FUZZ family members]

Head held high, Cedartuft picked her way into the clearing, her long tail brushing against others and sweeping the ground behind her. Gazing around the clearing, the molly let out a tired huff before picking her way over to a secluded corner away from most of the "undesirables." Honestly, Cedar had trouble understanding why in Starclan's name they were allowed to even touch the sacred ground of Seastones, but she'd just have to keep it to herself for now. A cough shook her frame, but she quickly recovered by giving her chest fur a few licks. Glancing around the clearing, Cedar let her gaze drift among the cats, mostly looking for her kits and mate, although she wasn't completely sure if all of them had decided to come. She had seen a few familiar pelts, most of her own beautiful, if not gorgeous, coloring, so she didn't feel entirely left out. All that was left was to wait for her family to seek her out. Raising her head high, she let her gaze wander to the rock holding almost all the leaders, shaking her head slightly. Cedar didn't get out of the nursery often - where else would she go? - but the old queen could spot a pregnancy from a mile away. She should resign and be where she belongs.. taking care of her kits. Shaking her head again, a displeased sigh leaving her maw, the molly shuffled her paws into a comfortable position and wrapped her tail around her paws neatly.

[Warning!
Homo-phobic/Non-Cis Gender-Phobic Content!]

[If I skipped anyone I apologize, I couldn't find your post :/]

Panting ever-so-slightly, Feathermist wondered why she was at the gathering. She had chosen to come, but didn't really understand why. No matter, she was no where near popping her kits out, so she could still travel. It just wasn't suggested. Maybe it was healthier for the kits to get out every now and then, considering her last two litters were so small. She glanced around, searching for anyone she knew, when she found her mother shaking her head at the leaders. She padded up to her, still a bit tired from the journey to the Seastones. "What is it? The fact that Snowstar and Russetstar should really be in the nursery? Isn't that kind of old news?" she asked, trying to crack a joke to her mother, sitting next to the older queen. She soon decided to lay down instead, as her growing belly was getting uncomfortable to sit with.

[rubinaito]

Duststorm

Ashpaw looked around excitedly. "Golly, I didn't think so many cats would be at the gathering!" He said to Nightbreeze with a beaming smile. "I can't believe I'm at the gathering..." He said, bouncing on the tips of his toes, looking around before spotting Breezerunner and Neverwing. He blinked, watching their hostile exchange before bounding over to them before Nightbreeze could say anything to him. "Hey! Aren't you supposed to be getting along at the Gathering? StarClan's gonna get mad at you!" He declared, lashing his tail and puffing out his chest. Golly-gee, I feel so important! He thought to himself proudly, shooting a stern glare at them.
Neverwing and Breezerunner blinked at Ashpaw.
"Ah... I guess you're right..." Breezerunner stifled a 'd'aww' at the apprentice's behavior, the tension in her shoulders disappearing as she observed the SkyClan kit. "We should be getting along." She shot an apologetic glance at Neverwing, although there was still some trace amounts of suspicion in her eyes. "Right, Neverwing?"
Neverwing stared at Ashpaw for a moment, quite bewildered before nodding slightly. "Yeah... what Breezerunner said..." he said awkwardly, flicking his tail.

[Brilliance]

[Warning!
Homo-phobic/Non-Cis Gender-Phobic Content!]

[If I skipped anyone I apologize, I couldn't find your post :/]

Panting ever-so-slightly, Feathermist wondered why she was at the gathering. She had chosen to come, but didn't really understand why. No matter, she was no where near popping her kits out, so she could still travel. It just wasn't suggested. Maybe it was healthier for the kits to get out every now and then, considering her last two litters were so small. She glanced around, searching for anyone she knew, when she found her mother shaking her head at the leaders. She padded up to her, still a bit tired from the journey to the Seastones. "What is it? The fact that Snowstar and Russetstar should really be in the nursery? Isn't that kind of old news?" she asked, trying to crack a joke to her mother, sitting next to the older queen. She soon decided to lay down instead, as her growing belly was getting uncomfortable to sit with.

Quietdance was there trailing behind his mate. He was always silent. A cat with few words, but his actions were different. He always kept himself busy, but since his mate was pregnant again, he made sure to occupy his time to her needs. She was a forever queen, constantly in the nursing tending to the other kits, and even their grandkit that was recently born to their eldest daughter. The tom stayed by her side, his tail flicks up, and his eyes scanned the area. Being in s crowd never suited this older tom. It made him cool as he only tolerated being near Shadowclan cats only. Though as they approached Feathermist's mother, Cedartuft, the older warrior greeted her with a curt nod. Upon her words, Quietdance rolled his eyes. They always had something to say about others, and truthfully the tom had gotten use to the snide comments because of their traditional views, but he allowed her to get comfortable, his eyes gazing at her growing belly before he looked up, and at leaders. He sat down near her, but he didn't say anything. Only allowing mother and daughter to talk.

Honeythistle approached, keeping his head high as if he owned the place. And, being who he was, he considered that he did own the place. He could hear the constant chatter of his oldest kits, and for a second was wondering where Royalflash had been to. That troublemaking son of his should had been following home, and promised to be on his best behavior, but he didn't see Royalflash anywhere. Honeythistle could see his mother and sister lounging around, so he approached them waving his tail in the air towards Sunrisedapple and Crimsonblaze but they probably didn't notice it. The tom gave his mother a quick nuzzle, a purer emitting out his throat. It was no doubt that Honeythistle was a mother's boy. "How is everyone doing? Hey--is dad suppose to be coming to the gathering? I could only imagine the type of insults he'll be making." The Maine coon spoke with a slight shake of his head, but he found it humorous at the same time.

Duststorm


" That? That was the best thing I've ever seen! And I thought putting live frogs in the Warriors' den was funny, but that. Ants in his pelt? That is a gem of riots!" Stormpaw was amazed that a she cat like her could cause such chaos. " I mean you look so well, not like some one who would prank and cause riots but bam! You are one of the best pranker's I have met, Alunapaw, you have my respect, i can promise you that!" HE was waving his paws and had a crazy look on his face. The Three Riverclan warriors scooted away from him. "Anyways, how has the life Starclan planned for you treated you so far? Starclan must have hated me in my past life because they made my mom go insane and leave Shadowclan when I was only two moons old and my dad followed her when I was three and a half moons! My mom's friend took care of me, but that's only because no one else would! My mentor is more of a parent to me than anyone!" His voice cut like claws, and anger sparked in his pelt and eyes. He had hated the relationship his denmates had with their parents when they was all kits, he envied them and it made him sad and angry that his parents didn't want him.

Alunapaw sat down on her haunches, at first tilting her head at the tom but keeping a lovely smile on her face before she picked up a paw to give it a couple strokes, and allowed it to stroke her ears in the process. "Ah, come on anyone could had done that." She says, wrapping her tail slightly around her as she stared at the other apprentice. Alunapaw was such a troubled kit, that she became a troublemaker. She knew her uncle probably thought this was a phrase she was going through, but Alunapaw felt herself changing, hatching onto the dark voids in the world. "Oh? Good to know." She giggled. "I can give you a few ideas in case you want to have a bit of fun, the least to put it." She shrugged, but was happy to have made a new friend. Even though they were from different clans. Upon his next words, Alunapaw castes a quick glance towards her uncle, a small smile gracing her face. "I've been...okay." Starclan was there, they weren't talking to her, or bothering her. Alunapaw gave the tom a sad smile upon hearing about his past. In fact, her gaze lingered on him until she slithered her eyes upon a familiar black and white pelt. Of course, he wasn't staring back at her, but Alunapaw was probably staring at him more than she needed to. "You remind me a lot of my friend." Were they even friends? She knew they teased each other a lot, and that she was a bit mean to him, but she presumed they were friends. "Hunterpaw." She finished, smiling just thinking of the goofy tom. "I'm sorry that your parents left you, Stormpaw." She edged closer to her companion, frowning. "My dad died before I was even born, and my mom left me as well. I...know how it feels to be abandoned, and so does, Hunterpaw--but he has both of his parents. Only they're hardly around." She lowered her voice. It was a tender subject and quite the touchy one to her. In order to get away from it the feline usually went to her troublesome ways. It was much easier for the both of them. "But, hey!" She delicate brushed her tail against him. "Everything gonna get better. Don't lose hope, Stormpaw." She told him, encouragingly. Then flicked her gaze to roam her friend, Hunterpaw's pelt. "Some of our weakest moments, make us the strongest in the end." Her green eyes looked up to the stars. Perhaps, she was lucky. She had her uncle who loved her, and a clan that more or less tolerated and dealt with her. And, she knew Stormpaw would be the same. Hopefully.


Hunterpaw blinked slightly at Springwind's words, glancing up before looking back toward the ThunderClan cats. "Well..." He trailed off. He knew tensions were high between his birth Clan and his... His home Clan. And he did wonder what would happen if he ran into someone.

Like Honeypaw. Or... Well, she was probably a warrior by now, wasnt she? Like Foxpaw, and Blackpaw. And Goldenpaw. And Splashpaw, too. Hunterpaw blinked, wondering vaguely whether any of them were there. They were his kithood friends after all. Cats he'd sort of grown up with.

"Well we know how high tensions are." Hunterpaw finally said, looking through the ThunderClan crowd for the familiar pelts. "Dont think i'd be welcome in the crowd." He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze trailing through the ThunderClan cats. Most of them were avoiding WindClan, but Hunterpaw couldnt help notice one particular Somali Tom that didnt exactly seem to care, weaving through each Clan and mewing cheerful greetings to each of them. He didnt seem to care, and honestly? Even a few cats from the other Clans seemed sort of happy to see him. The ginger Tom simply replied to them with cheeky smiles and happy laughs. Hunterpaw's gaze followed him with faint curiosity. "Hm."

Springwind walked through the crowds of cats, hoping to stay in line with his own clan. Sure, Thunderclan was around them. It was tension between the two clans, that was for sure. Though Springwind kept his head up because he refused to surrender to such. He stayed with his head raised, looking at the other cats with a friendly gaze. His eyes stayed friendly as much even to the Thunderclan cats. "It's alright if you talk to them. As long as you don't get attach." Springwind shrugged. It was his birth clan after all. Springwind didn't want to keep Hunterpaw from choosing his own decisions, but Hunterpaw was old enough to understand where his loyalty lied.

Just then, as another tom weaved through the crowds, Springwind held in a slight growl. "Do these cats not see where they're going?" He shook his head. Even if this tom looked fire fly, like everyone knew him, Springwind wondered what made the Somali tom so special. And, was he a thunderclan cat? Yes, of course. He had to be a thunderclan cat--but why wasn't he sitting with his own clan.

Upon the thoughtful expression of his apprentice, Springwind twitched his ears. "You know him?" He asked, throwing his head to point towards the Somali tom. The way Hunterpaw was staring with slight curiousity made the older warrior wonder if Hunterpaw had been friends with him, but then again he could be wrong. Yet, Hunterpaw seemed to know a lot of cats from different clans, and this cease to amaze Springwind.

[Random Melody]

Springwind walked through the crowds of cats, hoping to stay in line with his own clan. Sure, Thunderclan was around them. It was tension between the two clans, that was for sure. Though Springwind kept his head up because he refused to surrender to such. He stayed with his head raised, looking at the other cats with a friendly gaze. His eyes stayed friendly as much even to the Thunderclan cats. "It's alright if you talk to them. As long as you don't get attach." Springwind shrugged. It was his birth clan after all. Springwind didn't want to keep Hunterpaw from choosing his own decisions, but Hunterpaw was old enough to understand where his loyalty lied.

Just then, as another tom weaved through the crowds, Springwind held in a slight growl. "Do these cats not see where they're going?" He shook his head. Even if this tom looked fire fly, like everyone knew him, Springwind wondered what made the Somali tom so special. And, was he a thunderclan cat? Yes, of course. He had to be a thunderclan cat--but why wasn't he sitting with his own clan.

Upon the thoughtful expression of his apprentice, Springwind twitched his ears. "You know him?" He asked, throwing his head to point towards the Somali tom. The way Hunterpaw was staring with slight curiousity made the older warrior wonder if Hunterpaw had been friends with him, but then again he could be wrong. Yet, Hunterpaw seemed to know a lot of cats from different clans, and this cease to amaze Springwind.


Hunterpaw nodded a little at Springwind's words, still watching the Somali, who continued to carelessly greet the other cats, who mostly replied with smiles and cheerful mews back at him. When the Tom drew closer, Hunterpaw pricked his ears, hearing a faint reply of "Hey, Foxy," from one of the cats that the Somali had spoken to. Hunterpaw smirked at the confirmation.

"Oh yeah, I know him." Hunterpaw chuckled. "He's an old friend of mine." With that he looked up at the Somali Tom drew closer, and grinned, raising his voice. "Hey, Fox!"

Immediately, the Tom's head swiveled around in his direction, and green eyes lit up. He mewed a goodbye to the cat he was talking to and headed Hunterpaw's way, a goofy smirk on his face. "Hey, Hunter! Great to see you kid, its been a while," He laughed and glanced up and looked at Springwind, and the smile widened. "Hey there, im Foxthorn!"

[Starfall]

[ >:0 thanks Dust!! I Forgot I could have family members interact w/ each other XD ]

[Open for any FUZZ family members <3 ]

The golden warrior scrunched his nose up the moment he stepped into the clearing, his blue orbs blazed with disgust. The mingling of other clan scents was new to him, he wasn't used to it. After taking a few moments to adjust to the scents the tom smiled and hopped forward, excitement pulsed through every vein in his body. It was his first gathering, he wasn't able to attend the one when he was an apprentice since he got sick, which of course made everything in the world horrible, until he forgot about it. Blazingsky looked around for a few seconds, hoping to see a few members of his family bustling about, he had heard they were coming but he didn't get to see them before they set off.

[vellichor]

Firesparks smiled and nodded to the unfamiliar tom that had so rudely bumped into her. Though, he apologized, so she couldn't be too mad as there were many cats at the Seastones. "It's alright if I were moving through a crowd this large at the speed you were I'd bump into some cats too," she said, a light-hearted yet sarcastic tone in her voice. "My name is Firesparks. I'm from Windclan," she said, puffing out her chest a bit when she mentioned her clan She was so proud of where she grew up.

"Nice to meet you, Firespsrks," Sprucefur purred. "Oh, and sorry again about bumping into you..." He added sheepishly, detecting the note of sarcasm in the Molly's voice. He didn't want to voice that he was ThunderClan, as tensions were high between the Clams, but knew his scent gave it away. So, instead of lying or avoiding the truth, he came right out and spoke, "I'm from ThunderClan. And no, I don't blame WindClan for anything. I really don't know what's happening at the moment..." He added, lowering his head. He knew almost all chances of having Firesparks as a friend were ruined. His green hues locked onto the ground, avoiding Firesparks' face.


Royalflash sat down on his haunches, bringing up a paw to give it a tender lick. The she cat in front of him was not convincing enough, so he called off his act. In fact, he was ready to cause some trouble, but she was holding him back. What did she want anyway? The tom twitched his nose, breathing in deeply as he heard her speak. Ah, she wanted to know his name. Royalflash never felt secure when others knew his name. It made him slightly...unsafe. His fur bristled up for a moment, and he exhaled a deep breath. ''My name is--confidential. Sorry, not sorry. I don't give it out on a daily basis.'' He told her, getting to his paws, and gave off one of his cocky annoying smiles.

He didn't know much about this she cat, and as he took a whiff of her. Heavy Windclan settled within her. Royalflash shrugged. ''Yeah, I'm apart of Shadowclan. What's it to you?'' He cocked his head to the side, wondering what her deal was when it came to his home territory and the place he was raise. Sure, the tom himself couldn't stand it at times, but that was because he recently became a warrior, and his dad was always breathing down his back, so could you blame them? Her next words seemed to shock the tom, and it made him frown. Did she really just have the audacity to ask if his clan was evil? Was Shadowclan evil? His ears twitched, and he shook his head in disbelief. This she cat had to be kidding him, right? Royalflash didn't know how to answer that, so he allowed his slick attitude to do it for him. ''I'll let you be the judge of that. Think of us whatever as you feel.'' He says, his fur bristling slightly before he brushed past the she cat.

Evil? What's up with these clan cats? Are they all mouse-brained?

Wavesplash smirked. She saw how she could use this scenario to her advantage. When the tom spoke, she pricked her ears, listening, only to be met with disappointment. When he flashed that annoying grin, her blue hues flashed with irritation before settling back into their calm state. She gave s low chuckle and spoke. "Confidential, eh? Well, nice to meet you Confidential," the molly grinned, mocking the ShadowClan tom. Though she wasn't around many cats, she knew how to annoy them.

She cocked her head to the side, expression curious. She didn't know what to think of this tom, but knew from the start that he was... well, a bit egotistical. She could see it in the way he held himself. There was an air of... superiority around him. And in his voice, she could make out the arrogance. But she smirked, knowing how to deal with him. "What do you mean, 'what's it to me'?" she asked, looking innocent.

Wavesplash lowered her head. Why has she just asked that? Of course, she could see the slight frown as it worked its way on the tom's face. 'Wavesplash, why?' she thought bitterly, her expression unreadable. She looked back up as he spoke, and her hues darted up to the stars. She thought about his statement for a few moments before looking the tom in the eye. "Hey, sorry. Some of my clan mates are mouse-brains." she said, trying to lighten the mood. Her skin prickled as he brushed past her and she turned to face him. Her expression showed regret and a hint of mischief.

[Teza]

"Nice to meet you, Firespsrks," Sprucefur purred. "Oh, and sorry again about bumping into you..." He added sheepishly, detecting the note of sarcasm in the Molly's voice. He didn't want to voice that he was ThunderClan, as tensions were high between the Clams, but knew his scent gave it away. So, instead of lying or avoiding the truth, he came right out and spoke, "I'm from ThunderClan. And no, I don't blame WindClan for anything. I really don't know what's happening at the moment..." He added, lowering his head. He knew almost all chances of having Firesparks as a friend were ruined. His green hues locked onto the ground, avoiding Firesparks' face.

The Windclan she-cat tilted her head at... What was his name again? No matter. After all, what was the likelihood of her ever having the chance of interacting with the tom again? Though she had to admit, it was quite rude of her to forget his name like that in the span of a few moments. "You don't have to worry about me, I don't judge a cat by their looks, or in this case, heritage," she said simply. Firesparks smiled at him, but in the span of a tail flick, her expression changed to that of confusion. "I'm very sorry but I've lost your name... I'm terrible at them." She laughed half-heartedly, embarrassed that she had to ask or it would have bothered her for longer than the gathering. "Anyway," she started before he could respond, "How is Thunderclan? Are you thriving through this dreaded rain?" she asked, honestly concerned for her new friend.

[vellichor]

The Windclan she-cat tilted her head at... What was his name again? No matter. After all, what was the likelihood of her ever having the chance of interacting with the tom again? Though she had to admit, it was quite rude of her to forget his name like that in the span of a few moments. "You don't have to worry about me, I don't judge a cat by their looks, or in this case, heritage," she said simply. Firesparks smiled at him, but in the span of a tail flick, her expression changed to that of confusion. "I'm very sorry but I've lost your name... I'm terrible at them." She laughed half-heartedly, embarrassed that she had to ask or it would have bothered her for longer than the gathering. "Anyway," she started before he could respond, "How is Thunderclan? Are you thriving through this dreaded rain?" she asked, honestly concerned for her new friend.


Sprucefur looked up as Firesparks spoke, his green hues glistening with relief. "Oh, that's good. I mean, well... you know what I mean," he purred. "Oh, and its Sprucefur," he said, his voice full of kindness. "ThunderClan is doing well. The rain helps quite s bit. It's better than drought, I can say that," he half-joked, grinning. "How's WindClan? I hope your doing alright," he asked, sharing the concern for Firesparks.

[Teza]

Sprucefur looked up as Firesparks spoke, his green hues glistening with relief. "Oh, that's good. I mean, well... you know what I mean," he purred. "Oh, and its Sprucefur," he said, his voice full of kindness. "ThunderClan is doing well. The rain helps quite s bit. It's better than drought, I can say that," he half-joked, grinning. "How's WindClan? I hope your doing alright," he asked, sharing the concern for Firesparks.


"Well, I can't say we're doing terrible, but not too great either in my opinion. There's too much rain and water. It makes the moores so muddy and slick. Otherwise, we seem to be doing well. Kits are being born seemingly every day and growing in the blink of an eye, you know, life stuff." She was joking now, trying to get the tom to laugh. He didn't seem like a bad cat, so she decided to let her guard down. AFter all, it was the gathering. There was a truce under the full moon. She shouldn't have to keep her guard up.

[wickedvirtues]

Flintheart gave the small apprentice a gentle smile and rested the tip of his tail on the apprentice’s shoulder. “I know so.” He assured his apprentice and chuckled, ‘Thank you, though it’s taken many moons for me to become the hard headed warrior that I am today.” The warrior was finally getting along with his apprentice and it made him happier than he had been in a very long time, though, out of the corner of his eye - he could see two figures. It was Redfeather and a she-cat, not from this clan too. The grey-furred male watched them with narrow, suspicious eyes for a few moments before turning back to the two apprentices. “Ah, I’ll leave the future leader of Thunderclan up to the younger generation of the clan.” He mentioned to Ivorypaw, smirking ever so slightly, but he nodded to her words, noticing the tension and uneasiness still present in the area. “Unfortunately, we cannot do much about it, besides letting it cause us to be paranoid - I won’t let it get to me though, I refuse to.” He huffed, his tail sweeping behind him.

Ebonypaw smiled back at his mentor, a purr rumbling from his throat. A rare feat for anyone. He chuckled, then realized something. Maybe, just maybe, he'd add his mentor to the small group of cats he liked. It made him relieved that his training wouldn't be awful. Ivorypaw smiled, a glitter of tease directed at Ebonypaw in her eyes. She glanced at the leaders, two of who looked tense and cold towards eachother. Obviously, Blazingstar and Snowstar. Ebonypaw grinned slightly, flicking his tail and glancing around. Cats of all different Clans were chatting, looking content. "Yeah, I guess it's no use being paranoid about it when nothing's happened" Ivorypaw giggled, her tail swaying.

[Brilliance]

Hunterpaw nodded a little at Springwind's words, still watching the Somali, who continued to carelessly greet the other cats, who mostly replied with smiles and cheerful mews back at him. When the Tom drew closer, Hunterpaw pricked his ears, hearing a faint reply of "Hey, Foxy," from one of the cats that the Somali had spoken to. Hunterpaw smirked at the confirmation.

"Oh yeah, I know him." Hunterpaw chuckled. "He's an old friend of mine." With that he looked up at the Somali Tom drew closer, and grinned, raising his voice. "Hey, Fox!"

Immediately, the Tom's head swiveled around in his direction, and green eyes lit up. He mewed a goodbye to the cat he was talking to and headed Hunterpaw's way, a goofy smirk on his face. "Hey, Hunter! Great to see you kid, its been a while," He laughed and glanced up and looked at Springwind, and the smile widened. "Hey there, im Foxthorn!"

Springwind tilted his head, though his fur continued to stand on end as he watched this tom. Hunterpaw had called him over, and therefore Springwind decided to remain calm and friendly, but his ears stayed on alert. Yes, they were at a gathering. Peaceful auras would surround them for the night being, but still. There were always those one cats that loved to brew up trouble.

The tom smiled towards Foxthorn, flicking his ears as he done so. So far, he seemed friendly enough-- for a Thunderclan cat. "Foxthorn," Springwind gave him a curt nod. "I'm Springwind." He introduced himself, puffing out his chest as if to say this proudly. "You two know each other?" He asked, clearing his throat as he stared at the other tom for a second.

Then his eyes trailed the other cats, the other clans rather than his own. Though he was loyal to his own clan, he did enjoy the little times when he would get to know the other clans. Soaking in their scents, getting to know who they were. Although, this would only be for a short while. The confusing thing about that is the fact that during gathering they were all meant to be friends, but after the gathering? Enemies once more. "How are things going in Thunderclan?" He asked. It was the most easiest question to ask. He didn't know much about this tom, but he imagined him to be friendly. Hunterpaw knew him more than he did though.


[CENTER][FONT="Trebuchet MS"][SIZE="4"]Wavesplash smirked. She saw how she could use this scenario to her advantage. When the tom spoke, she pricked her ears, listening, only to be met with disappointment. When he flashed that annoying grin, her blue hues flashed with irritation before settling back into their calm state. She gave s low chuckle and spoke. "Confidential, eh? Well, nice to meet you Confidential," the molly grinned, mocking the ShadowClan tom. Though she wasn't around many cats, she knew how to annoy them.

She cocked her head to the side, expression curious. She didn't know what to think of this tom, but knew from the start that he was... well, a bit egotistical. She could see it in the way he held himself. There was an air of... superiority around him. And in his voice, she could make out the arrogance. But she smirked, knowing how to deal with him. "What do you mean, 'what's it to me'?" she asked, looking innocent.

Wavesplash lowered her head. Why has she just asked that? Of course, she could see the slight frown as it worked its way on the tom's face. 'Wavesplash, why?' she thought bitterly, her expression unreadable. She looked back up as he spoke, and her hues darted up to the stars. She thought about his statement for a few moments before looking the tom in the eye. "Hey, sorry. Some of my clan mates are mouse-brains." she said, trying to lighten the mood. Her skin prickled as he brushed past her and she turned to face him. Her expression showed regret and a hint of mischief.

Royalflash was ready to stalk off, find something more suitable to his liking but at her words, the young warrior turned his head to look behind him. His ginger fur, long, thick, and downy ruffled slightly at the night time breeze. He gave her a quizzical look, that soon turned into a smirk more than anything else. The tom flicked his ears back for a quick second. She was toying with him, as he were with her. It was good that she could play along, however. Most cats were downers in Royalflash's eyes, and the tom certainly did not like a cat that was always depressed or that took him seriously.

"I mean, why do you care?" He spoke, rolling his eyes. That, very much was obvious after all. "I'm pretty sure you can smell the scent of Shadowclan--all amazing and addicting." He boasted. The tom did hold a prideful nature when it came to his clan. Just like any other cat that was loyal to their clan. Royalflash stepped a tad closer to her, leaning his head in towards her, just to predict her scent. "And, I'd say you're Windclan. Just by how you presumed that we're evil, you must be rabbitbrained." Royalflash snorted. Shadowclan had nothing against Windclan, but still. She still had him riled up at the unnecessary comment. Then again, he figured that all windclan cats were as dumb as the rabbits they chased.

Royalflash's golden green hues shone with slight amusement-- and surprise. Did she apologize to him? It had caught him off guard, but he wanted to hold the peace. His father's voice was definitely nagging him in the back of his mind, being annoying as much. "I'd say they are. What?" The tom stood. One thing he did love, as young as he was, he held a massive size that he inherited from his father. His size of the family always had large cats, and Royalflash found himself being lucky that he was one of them. "Do I display fear?" He asked, deepening his voice and narrowing his eyes. Of course, he was playing with her but still-- if he wanted to give her a real reason to fear Shadowclan. More specifically, him. He would had.

[wickedvirtues]

Chrysanthemumshade dared to were another feline was perched. Ebonyfrost. That was a very pretty name to her for a medicine cat. She let out a tiny rumble in her throat before Pebbleheart asked her how Shadowclan's leader was. Chrysanthemumshade bent her head for a moment, thinking. How would she answer this question. She couldn't tell him that Halestar was paranoid, or the fact that Riverclan and Shadowclan might be having some conflict. Perhaps, she could tell him the good things about Halestar. Yes, yes, that would be good. ''Halestar is great! A strong leader, with an entire force that supports her and helps her along the way.'' The she cat spoke, keeping her voice friendly and upbeat. Pebbleheart didn't know about the constant fears Halestar had, and the paranoia that surrounded her, and quite frankly, Chrysanthemumshade wanted to keep it that way. As long as Shadowclan was still standing, then everything was good, right? Right. ''Ah, you're such a gentlemen, Pebbleheart.'' The she cat purred, lightly. ''I'm positive that Skyclan is happy to have you as a warrior representing their clan.'' It was nice of the tom to keep her company while she was at the gathering. She felt that she made a new friend. A distant friend since she would only see him during gatherings, but a friend nonetheless. Her eyes searched around if her apprentice was still, but she couldn't see a ginger tabby pelt. ''A leader?'' Chrysanthemumshade threw her head back at Pebbleheart. It wasn't something that she had always thought about, and Shadowclan been through a lot of deputies before. Cloverwhisker, Chrysanthemumshade's sister was the deputy once before she was replaced with Goldeneye. But, Chrysanthemumshade knew deep in her heart she wouldn't want to be a leader. Too much work, and she hardly liked to do her own duties. ''As fun as it would be to boss others around, I prefer being a warrior.'' She smiled up at at the tom. ''Being a leader seems like too much work, but the name Chrysanthemumstar doesn't sound so bad,'' she purred, deeply. ''What about yourself?'' She tilted her head in a curious expression. What did he think about being a leader? Chrysanthemumshade could recall when Wolfglare said he wouldn't want to be a leader. That he wouldn't do good leading a clan. Chrysanthemumshade felt that Shadowclan would be the most feared clan because of Wolfglare's intimidating size. Thinking back on it, she almost laughed. ''I never had an encounter with the Syndicate before. Only that the evil cats lived there now, and that they don't believe in Starclan. What type of lives--where are their faith when you don't believe in Starclan?'' The she cat muttered. ''It's good that Skyclan is safe and still on the rise. Who would had known there would be five clans? Sometimes I forget that there aren't only four clan any longer.'' She smiled. Chrysanthemumshade nodded at the mention of the misbehaving apprentices. They were too much, but the silver feline knew that the apprentices were their future. They all were and it were their jobs to protect them, like a queen to their kits, so she allowed them to have their fun. After all, they weren't Shadowclan apprentices to scold anyway.
Pebbleheart had a look of genuine enjoyment on his face as he purred softly, looking up at Halestar. She looked powerful and wise, respectable. However, in his mind, nobody beat Grousestar. Cocking his head slightly to the side, he waited for her reply. "That's great! She sounds like a wise cat, a good leader" he purred, his head returning upright. He wasn't sure why it took her a minute to reply, but perhaps she was just thinking of the correct words. He smiled at her compliment, dipping his head. "And the same of you and ShadowaClan, you seem like a good warrior" he purred, not one to not return a compliment. It made him a bit saddened he'd only see her at the gatherings, but Pebbleheart knew they'd probably see each other next gathering. Pebbleheart himself literally couldn't be a leader. He was a softie, a pushover, a sweetheart. Not a powerful, wise leader. Even deputy would probably stress him out, as it was too much responsibility to command his Clanmates. he nodded at her reply, Pebblestar also didn't sound bad, but rather simple compared to Chrysanthemumstar. He thought before replying to her, a goofy smile on his face. "I'm too much of a pushover to be leader, it'd stress me out too much. Like you, I prefer to be a warrior and simply serve my Clan as much as I can." He mewed, wondering how stressed the leaders were under their calm demeanor's. Upon hearing she'd never met a Syndicate cat, he crinkled his maw. "They kill for fun, treat their healers like dirt, and train kits before 6 moons. Trust me, you don't want to meet one." He shivered. "Probably in nothing, though it's odd. StarClan is proven to exist, but perhaps they were never visited by them." He shrugged, though he thought it was odd to not treasure StarClan's wisdom. He smiled at her, a glimmer of kindness in his eyes.
(Imagine Chrysanthemumshade's reaction when Vixenpaw grows up and has a bunch of tiny babs. Me and Silentshade may pair up Vixenpaw and Stormpaw. imagine the kits..)

[RedHead]

Sunrisedapple almost curled her lip upon her half brother whispering a seemingly threat towards her. What did that even suppose to mean? Sunrisedapple wished he could had stayed home, helped within the nursery, but her father had suggested she come and get fresh air, so she followed behind the boys and their dad. Honeythistle was seeking out his own family. Hoping to find his mother in the crowd. The large tom swiveled his ears upon hearing the sound of his son's voice, and he turned back approvingly with a wave of his tail. The gathering was for peace, that was what Honeythistle wanted. No fights. Just love.

''Kiss up.'' Sunrisedapple muttered to herself, but coiled once Crimsonblaze was near her again. The she cat wanted to roll her eyes at her brother. He was terribly annoying. ''Why don't you trail behind, Royalflash? He'll give you targets.'' She said, her voice filled with annoyance. She was never comfortable around the toms because they didn't know how to act. Royalflash was a reckless daredevil and Crimsonblaze was an egomaniac flirt. Sunrisedapple actually wanted to relax, and talk to a few friends of her own--if given the chance to be made. ''Why don't you choose the one who will only fall for your charms?'' Her eyes flicked up with amusement. ''Too bad there aren't any ponds here for you to see your own reflection.'' She giggled. She may have been a shy feline when others met her, but when with family? She wasn't afraid to speak up. She was the eldest sibling, and therefore wouldn't allow her young siblings to put her through agony.

"Party pooper." Crimsonblaze threw back at her. He was not a kiss-up! The she-cats were the ones who were kissing up to him. All he was doing was looking gorgeous. And handsome. Crimsonblaze had to admit to himself that he was quite glad he had gotten his mother's pelt instead of his father's. Sure, Honeythistle was handsome and all, but in his own way. Crimsonblaze loved his ginger and white pelt, he felt like it made him stand out in a crowd. But he truly did love his eyes, the sparkling green-yellow orbs that were his father's. Crimsonblaze truly did love himself, like all cats did. But he maybe loved himself a little too much.

Rolling his eyes in amusement, Crimsonblaze flicked his feather tail lightly. "Sunrise, if I'm ever anywhere near Royalflash, I'm never the one trailing behind. I'm in front, being amazing and protecting my poor younger brother from the spotlight. Where I belong." Crimsonblaze knew his brother was more of a sneaky trouble-maker. While the ginger tomcat himself loved to pose in the spotlight, surrounded by hundreds of adoring cats, mollies and toms alike. But of course Crimson would only ever show interest towards the she-cats. If he showed any interest at all.

At his half-sister's next statement, Crimsonblaze's eyes widened slightly, but he just gave her a look that said "really?" "I can't believe you went there Sunrisedapple!" He meowed, placing a paw over his eyes, faking extreme emotional pain. "That blow hit me so hard, I think I need to lay down." Crimsonblaze flopped to the ground on his back, waving his four paws in the air. "Oh no! I think-I think, I-" Crimsonblaze froze, going limp and flopping his tongue out of his mouth. You had to have it to him though, he was quite the actor. The only thing that Crimsonblaze had forgotten was that his father was still standing nearby. And he was now laying on the ground, supposedly "dead."
What an amazing son Crimsonblaze was.


Shaking her head slightly, the bicolored Molly agreed silently, "Blazingstar looks like a good leader, but I bet he's not as cool as Snowstar." Her voice was laced with a bragging playfulness, of course she didn't mean any harm. Rainpaw didn't look like he was hostile, otherwise Badgerpaw might have come of a lot more offensive.

Tilting her head to the side, Badgerpaw stuttered out, "Badgerpaw.." She was positively sure that she had already told the other her name but she quickly shook the thought away, attempting to make some more conversation. "What do you think everyone is going to talk about this gathering?"

(On mobile sorry about that layout ;w; )

(Poor Rainpaw he's so forgetful </3 makes for bad conversations XD)

The white and black furred apprentice nodded as Badgerpaw spoke about the leaders. He couldn't sense any hostility coming off of her. But that was just him, the little sweetheart who tried to see the good in everyone. "Well, Snowstar certainly looks a lot more laid back." Rainpaw wasn't just saying this to make her feel better, he truly belived it. But what did he know about the leaders?

As the feline stated her name, Rainpaw's ears flattened at her tone of voice. "Oh no, I forgot again didn't I?" The tom scuffed the ground in front of him with his paw, digging his claws into the dirt. "I'm sorry for kit remembering your band Badgerpaw! I have the worst memory in the world."

[Dust]

[Warning!
Homo-phobic/Non-Cis Gender-Phobic Content!]



Panting ever-so-slightly, Feathermist wondered why she was at the gathering. She had chosen to come, but didn't really understand why. No matter, she was no where near popping her kits out, so she could still travel. It just wasn't suggested. Maybe it was healthier for the kits to get out every now and then, considering her last two litters were so small. She glanced around, searching for anyone she knew, when she found her mother shaking her head at the leaders. She padded up to her, still a bit tired from the journey to the Seastones. "What is it? The fact that Snowstar and Russetstar should really be in the nursery? Isn't that kind of old news?" she asked, trying to crack a joke to her mother, sitting next to the older queen. She soon decided to lay down instead, as her growing belly was getting uncomfortable to sit with.


Quietdance was there trailing behind his mate. He was always silent. A cat with few words, but his actions were different. He always kept himself busy, but since his mate was pregnant again, he made sure to occupy his time to her needs. She was a forever queen, constantly in the nursing tending to the other kits, and even their grandkit that was recently born to their eldest daughter. The tom stayed by her side, his tail flicks up, and his eyes scanned the area. Being in s crowd never suited this older tom. It made him cool as he only tolerated being near Shadowclan cats only. Though as they approached Feathermist's mother, Cedartuft, the older warrior greeted her with a curt nod. Upon her words, Quietdance rolled his eyes. They always had something to say about others, and truthfully the tom had gotten use to the snide comments because of their traditional views, but he allowed her to get comfortable, his eyes gazing at her growing belly before he looked up, and at leaders. He sat down near her, but he didn't say anything. Only allowing mother and daughter to talk.

Honeythistle approached, keeping his head high as if he owned the place. And, being who he was, he considered that he did own the place. He could hear the constant chatter of his oldest kits, and for a second was wondering where Royalflash had been to. That troublemaking son of his should had been following home, and promised to be on his best behavior, but he didn't see Royalflash anywhere. Honeythistle could see his mother and sister lounging around, so he approached them waving his tail in the air towards Sunrisedapple and Crimsonblaze but they probably didn't notice it. The tom gave his mother a quick nuzzle, a purer emitting out his throat. It was no doubt that Honeythistle was a mother's boy. "How is everyone doing? Hey--is dad suppose to be coming to the gathering? I could only imagine the type of insults he'll be making." The Maine coon spoke with a slight shake of his head, but he found it humorous at the same time.

Upon seeing her daughter, Feathermist, the queen erupted into a purr, giving the other a motherly, affectionate gaze. All her kits were growing up beautifully and it gave her such joy, she could burst. It was especially exciting to see her daughter pregnant with another litter! A coy smile stretched cross her features as Feathermist settled down next to her. Snorting quietly, Cedartuft raised a paw and gently scuffed the queen over the ears. "You should be in the nursery resting." She chided. Adverting her gaze back up to the leaders rock, she continued eyeing up Snowstar once more, "Speaking of in the nursery... Russetstar hasn't even arrived, although I don't know if that's a bad thing." Glancing over at Quietdance, the senior queen dipped her head back, mouthing a quiet 'hello.' Slowly, Cedartuft lifted her head up the sky, taking a deep breath before wrapping her tail around Feather and looked off into the crowd, trying to spot anyone else. Even though her kits had all grown up, she was still as protective and supportive as she could be. That had its limits of course...

As Cedartuft was scanning the crowd, she managed to lock eyes with one of her sons, Honeythistle. [I]Such a handsome boy! Her body relaxed as he approached, returning an excited yet gentle nuzzle back. A purr erupted from her once more as she scooted closer to Feathermist, offering the spot next to her to her son. She wasn't one to play favorites -although she did admire her sons more than her daughters- but she couldn't help but love when she received affection from her babies. Body pressed up against Feather's, she tilted her head and shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't know dear, I didn't leave with your father. In fact, I got a bit lost in the crowd." She admitted, tilting her head up to scan the clearing once more. "Please, I know he would have some words if he were here, but you know him. Would never hurt anyone, sweet as a flower." The statement was followed by a warm purr at the thought of her mate, Barkfang.

[goddess of ducks]

"Yeah, I don't need a bunch of mouse-b....erm warriors blocking the view. How about over there!" He mewed, laughing quietly. The dark gray tom looked at Peachpaw with a grin and bounded over to the spot he pointed out before someone else got there. Ashpaw sat down, waiting for his new friend to come over. He was honestly surprised he made a friend, hmmm, what would my mother think... He had met some Riverclan cats on a patrol before, but never anyone else out of his clan. This was new to him.

Peachpaw had caught onto what he was about to say and she couldn't help herself when a small giggle and blush came from her. "Over there is fine." She meowed, already trotting in the direction herself. As Ashpaw sat down, she did as well, sitting closer to him than she would have normally sat to any cat. But then again, she didn't want to loose him in the bustling of warriors. "So, Shadowclan huh? What's it like there? Yknow with all the trees and stuff." She asked, looking over at him with her dark blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight.


Caracalspirit chuckled at his relief, glad he wasn't as intensely upset at her Clan than some others. Tealeaf glanced at the leaders, looking powerful and wise as she smiled. "You too" Caracalspirit purred, her eyes glittering. "Yeah, it's a shame. The Gathering is usually a time of mingling and friendliness, but this time.." Tealeaf sighed, but her cheery demeanor quickly returned. She smiled softly, a glitter in her eyes. "This is Caracalspirit's first, but i've been once a few moons ago." Tealeaf purred, remembering her awe at the first Gathering she went to.

Storkflight watched as the feline seemed to distract herself by looking at the leaders, and he cast a glance that way as well. Not to sure on why he had done it, he glanced back quickly. He nodded in agreement with the warrior. "Mhmm. I almost miss it. It was quite an experience when we all mingled mindless, not really caring about anything. Now it's almost as if our two Clans are fearful that the other might just spring into action." He said in a bit of a disappointed tone. "Hopefully by the next time we do this our interactions with each other will be over."

[seasalt]

Tsunamicrash walked over to Tawnystream, smiling at the calico she-cat. Tsunamicrash usually didn't like talking to other cats, but the small black and white tom thought that Tawnystream looked kind. "Um, Hello..." He sighed. "I'm Tsunamicrash, nice to meet you." The cat smiled, trying their best to look friendly. He sat down a half fox-length's away from Tawnystream. "I mean, nice to see you.." Ugh, stupid! You're in the same clan, act normal! "Well, actually, I'm in Th-Thunderclan too, so, Um, Hi?" He looked at the ground, his ears burning with embarrassment.

Serendipity
Tawnystream turned to look toward Tsunamicrash, a curious, and friendly look on her face. She knew this cat from around camp, but she knew he didn't talk too much with other cats through observation. It was fine, she didn't really mind it all that much. "Hi!" She greeted the tom cat, a warm smile and friendly expression in her dark honey amber eyes. "Tawnystream," She seemed amused by his shyness, but she didn't want the tom to be embarrassed, so she kept it to just warm friendliness. She was a very friendly cat, not judgmental at times, but sometimes she is rather judgmental. And right not, not very judgmental. "So what do you think about the problem with WindClan? To be honest, it's kinda mouse-brained to be fighting about stuff like this. I mean, every cat is sure a WindClan cat did it. I think so too, but I don't exactly want a war, or whatever-" Tawnystream rambled on, she was a very talkative cat when she wanted to be. She was really talkative, and rambling was often. Too talkative. "Ah-- sorry, I'm too talkative, aren't I?" The dilute calico gave a cheeky smile, annoyance at her rambling that happened way too often. "I ramble too much..." Too much, actually... And if the cat didn't care about it, then thats fine, but it still annoyed and irritated her. She didn't want to talk a cat's ears off! They would think she's annoying. As if she cared. Well, she did care. Tawnystream didn't want many enemies. In her own clan, or out of it. And if it was because she's too talkative and annoying, that made her irritated of herself.

[Teza]

Upon seeing her daughter, Feathermist, the queen erupted into a purr, giving the other a motherly, affectionate gaze. All her kits were growing up beautifully and it gave her such joy, she could burst. It was especially exciting to see her daughter pregnant with another litter! A coy smile stretched cross her features as Feathermist settled down next to her. Snorting quietly, Cedartuft raised a paw and gently scuffed the queen over the ears. "You should be in the nursery resting." She chided. Adverting her gaze back up to the leaders rock, she continued eyeing up Snowstar once more, "Speaking of in the nursery... Russetstar hasn't even arrived, although I don't know if that's a bad thing." Glancing over at Quietdance, the senior queen dipped her head back, mouthing a quiet 'hello.' Slowly, Cedartuft lifted her head up the sky, taking a deep breath before wrapping her tail around Feather and looked off into the crowd, trying to spot anyone else. Even though her kits had all grown up, she was still as protective and supportive as she could be. That had its limits of course...

As Cedartuft was scanning the crowd, she managed to lock eyes with one of her sons, Honeythistle. Such a handsome boy! Her body relaxed as he approached, returning an excited yet gentle nuzzle back. A purr erupted from her once more as she scooted closer to Feathermist, offering the spot next to her to her son. She wasn't one to play favorites -although she did admire her sons more than her daughters- but she couldn't help but love when she received affection from her babies. Body pressed up against Feather's, she tilted her head and shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't know dear, I didn't leave with your father. In fact, I got a bit lost in the crowd." She admitted, tilting her head up to scan the clearing once more. "Please, I know he would have some words if he were here, but you know him. Would never hurt anyone, sweet as a flower." The statement was followed by a warm purr at the thought of her mate, Barkfang.

The dilute she-cate glared at her mother with a playful look when she was bopped. "Yes I know but it's so stuffy in there what with all the rain lately. I had to get out," was all she had to defend herself. She knew her mother didn't mind the company, so she didn't particularly need the defense. "Oh sure don't ask me or Quietdance here if we've seen Dad 'cause you know we live in a fox den and never come out for any reason," she sassed at her brother. She wasn't really upset that he hadn't included her in the conversation but simply wanted to jut in with some sort of smart remark, which she did. "Anyway, I haven't seen him since yesterday. I figured he was staying behind with the border patrol?" She was guessing now. However, she glanced up at Snowstar. "Wait, is she expecting?" The queen glanced at her mother, then guessed the answer as she heard how embarrassingly shaky her voice got all of a sudden. Heat raised in her pelt as she realized this, and the queen simply scooched a bit closer to her mother. Maybe she wouldn't swipe her ear again if she acted cute, though that wasn't likely to happen.

The she-cat then looked to her mate and smiled. "Quietdance if you want to, you don't have to watch over me here. There's a truce between the clans, remember? And besides, Honeythistle's here as well as Mom," she said, though the more she spoke the more she sounded like she wanted him to go away, which was the last thing she wanted. "Never mind..." The dilute queen smiled at him, trying to get him to realize she didn't mean to sound, well mean.

[lone]

{ThunderClan}

How ridiculous was it that there was still a Gathering, even after everything that had been going on? Kestrelpaw didn't get it. She couldn't believe that Snowstar would so much as want to look at Blazingstar, let alone have to speak to him. Well, maybe not directly to him, but they would be in the same area. Maybe this was Snowstar's way of showing that she wasn't just a 'kit leader.' The ThunderClan apprentice shifted her weight, making sure she was carefully away from all WindClan cats. Even with a truce, she didn't want to risk getting clawed that night. Aime'Storm taught her well, but who knew what measures a lowly WindClan cat would stoop to? Kestrelpaw used to fear ShadowClan - and they were the only thing she feared, when she was a young cat. Because what did she have to worry about? No one dared attack a kit, except, she had been told, ShadowClan cats. Though now she only hated WindClan. No fear of any other Clans... as far as she knew, they were all equal. Well - not the Clan she now hated, they were worse then anything else. And Kestrelpaw would be glad when this Gathering was over. She wasn't even sure what she was doing here. The experience, she supposed - she'd been to one other Gathering, her first one, and it had been exciting. Now? It was just plain stupid to her. Kestrelpaw no longer longed for the excitement of meeting cats from other Clans, as she had the first time. Her logical mind was once again at work, reasoning that even if she were to meet another cat, she couldn't keep them as a friend. So what was the use?


{WindClan}

Cinderpaw's bright blue hues flashed with anger as she entered the Gathering. Her mixed black and grey tail swished behind her with an 'I-don't-care' air, though in reality she was paying attention to everything. This didn't excite her. She had come to learn strengths and weaknesses - nothing more. Come to learn who in the Clans could make valuable allies, and who could not. Even at this age, Cinderpaw was already dreaming of her future. Of a brighter future, though truth be told, she almost liked the way things were being run now. Yes - the apprentice was certainly manipulative, but that didn't mean everyone around her had to be. She was mature enough to see the value in having many different types of cats. Even the shy ones were good for something... surely they had to be, right? There was no way they were all that useless. The feline took a seat, wrapping her tail about her paws. It was a warm night, and she was not too happy to be out - but in the future, this would do her some good. It better do her some good. Otherwise she would have wasted a whole evening, for nothing.
*****

Butterflywing was positively bouncing with excitement. She was all over the place - watching the other cats, especially SkyClan, whom she found to be very mysterious. Maybe she'd get to make a new friend or two tonight! It was a rare occasion when Butterflywing got the opportunity to do that, so she was excited about it. Bright, sparkling eyes focused themselves on first one cat, then another, and sometimes on two or three at once. Her eyes were a bright golden, tortoiseshell pelt dimmed as the only light provided was that of Silverpelt and the moon, but that didn't matter to the cheerful warrior. She was at an older age - almost old enough to be considered a senior warrior - and she had lived in WindClan all her life. Yet every time she went to a Gathering, she was always amazed by the dozens of cats there were. Why, there must have been at least a hundred or so here now! Butterflywing had never imagined there would be that many cats in the world, let alone here in the Clans! Though she might have suspected that, seeing how many cats were in WindClan alone, after all.


{SkyClan}

Ashfeather was nervous. No, she was beyond nervous, she was... about to faint from all the stress she could feel. It was embarassing, really, an older warrior like her being so scared of something so harmless... but the crowds made her want to pass out every time. Now, normally Ashfeather avoided the Gathering, but this time was different. There was no Ashenstorm back in the Clearing waiting for her. There was no one waiting for her there and so, she would come here instead. Being in the Clearing alone and hurt would be all too much for poor Ashfeather. She had tried it the last time, and it hadn't gone well. So this time she was doing something new. She was going to go to the Gathering, try and have a good time, and hope that she wouldn't get too nervous with all the cats. The noise of all the chatter was quite loud, and Ashfeather folded her ears back as though to shield them from the sound. She disliked it very much. Dismay fell over her as she realized how many cats must be here. Too many. But, it was too late for the silvery cat to run away... so she was going to have to face this fear.
*****

Careful paws fell on the ground as Dingopaw entered the area, taking a seat somewhere near the back. His tan fur was ruffled, though that didn't matter. Sharp, attentive brown eyes watched the others, though he made no movement to actually engage in conversation. See, Dingopaw was still a little untrusting - though curious - of the other Clans. They had only been discovered in the past ten moons or so... probably less. Dingopaw had been very, very, very young when it had happened. He hadn't been a part of the attack, still being a kit, though longing to join the fight had burned through him. He remembered the other Clans, though. They had all seemed nice. And he had been to the last Gathering. But now there was a type of tension in the air, something that made Dingopaw feel more worried. He was intelligent. Snappish. Very loyal and honest, but something was bothering him that he couldn't put his paw on. Nor did he have a snappish remark about it, not quite sure what 'it' was. Or what to say. So Dingopaw remained silent, although his eyes were constantly moving, on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary.

{all are open!}

[ShiningFern]

Peachpaw had caught onto what he was about to say and she couldn't help herself when a small giggle and blush came from her. "Over there is fine." She meowed, already trotting in the direction herself. As Ashpaw sat down, she did as well, sitting closer to him than she would have normally sat to any cat. But then again, she didn't want to loose him in the bustling of warriors. "So, Shadowclan huh? What's it like there? Yknow with all the trees and stuff." She asked, looking over at him with her dark blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

Ashpaw grinned, looking at the shecat as she spoke. "I like it, except the pine needles get soaked when it rains. And then the elders whine." He said, "What is it like with like no trees and stuff?" He fluffed up his fur slightly as he felt a small breeze and looked back at Peachpaw. Was she sitting a little close? Or was it just crowded from a number of warriors here? He pushed the thoughts back as he waited for her reply.

[rubinaito]

Duststorm

Ashpaw looked around excitedly. "Golly, I didn't think so many cats would be at the gathering!" He said to Nightbreeze with a beaming smile. "I can't believe I'm at the gathering..." He said, bouncing on the tips of his toes, looking around before spotting Breezerunner and Neverwing. He blinked, watching their hostile exchange before bounding over to them before Nightbreeze could say anything to him. "Hey! Aren't you supposed to be getting along at the Gathering? StarClan's gonna get mad at you!" He declared, lashing his tail and puffing out his chest. Golly-gee, I feel so important! He thought to himself proudly, shooting a stern glare at them.
Neverwing and Breezerunner blinked at Ashpaw.
"Ah... I guess you're right..." Breezerunner stifled a 'd'aww' at the apprentice's behavior, the tension in her shoulders disappearing as she observed the SkyClan kit. "We should be getting along." She shot an apologetic glance at Neverwing, although there was still some trace amounts of suspicion in her eyes. "Right, Neverwing?"
Neverwing stared at Ashpaw for a moment, quite bewildered before nodding slightly. "Yeah... what Breezerunner said..." he said awkwardly, flicking his tail.
Quick bump for Duststorm ~

[wickedvirtues]

Storkflight watched as the feline seemed to distract herself by looking at the leaders, and he cast a glance that way as well. Not to sure on why he had done it, he glanced back quickly. He nodded in agreement with the warrior. "Mhmm. I almost miss it. It was quite an experience when we all mingled mindless, not really caring about anything. Now it's almost as if our two Clans are fearful that the other might just spring into action." He said in a bit of a disappointed tone. "Hopefully by the next time we do this our interactions with each other will be over."

Caracalspirit and Tealeaf were both glancing in different directions, Tealeaf at Storkflight and Caracalspirit at the leaders. "It was nice, when we didn't have to worry about war and drama and cats would chat with old friends, despite their Clans." Tealeaf sighed, giving a nod of her head. She was disappointed at the tension in the air, and the hostile looks some cats were giving.

[Captain]

The small calico feline listened intently to the story that Redfeather was saying. At first a smile was on her face, believing it was something happy, then it turned into a small smile, until it ended up in a frown. She didn't think his past would be so...tough. It was devastating. The fact that his mother didn't want him. The she cat had no words for him, and all she felt she could do was comfort him, so gradually she relaxed her tail on his shoulder for a few moments, allowing soft thoughts to past through them. Splotchfeather hardly had anything not to say. She was a feline known to keep a conversation running. And, besides that, it was hard enough getting her to listen, but she wanted to listen to Redfeather. He had been listening to her all day. He had been dealing with her all day, and the she cat dearly started to enjoy his company. He was, indeed, a charmer. Splotchfeather just couldn't put it in words of how she felt at that current moment. As he began to speak, she lifted her tail away from him, breathing softly to hear what he needed to say. The small feline stood up from her seat, her pelt clinging to her sides like a warm blanket. She as heavily marked with white, ginger, and different shades of brown. Her eyes were wide like two yellow suns. She was ready to comment on his story, telling him how brave she though the was. A remarkable tom, but he started talking before she even got the chance to. She perked her ears at this, and at hearing his words she felt her eyes grow wider. She almost stumbled back, bringing up a paw out of confusion at hearing his words. "You wanna see me again?" She asked, her mouth making a tiny gape. It had truly surprised her. Just last gathering she had been here with her best friend, and though occasionally she had talked to a few of the cats, they never said they wanted to see her again. Besides that, Splotchfeather, at the time, stayed near Acornflash because that was her best friend. He was always there for her, and she was there for him, but this gathering he did not come because of he did, she would need the advice from him. Right about now. Or, from Greystep. Or, Yarrowpounce. Or, anyone who she seemed her friend within Skyclan's territory. And, when it came to Splotchfeather? Everyone was her friend. It was till surprising, as if the information haven't sunk in good enough already. She didn't know what to say. She knew one thing for certain. It would be wrong for them to see each other again. But he sounded so sincere. They were from different clans. She made him feel important. It was a sign of disloyalty. She made him smile. To Splotchfeather, making another smile was a great present. Every frown she had seen, but every smile was rare and different, and if she made him smile, she might have made his world a little better. Splotchfeather gave him a delicate smile, giggling. "I could never forget you, silly. I have a very photographic memory. I could remember the last thing my mother had said to me before she...died." Splotchfeather twitched her nose, tilting her head a bit as she did not know why she had said that, but it was something to say. Usually, that's what it was like when it came to her. It was just something to say. Something to add. Something to improve the conversation. But, she still felt iffy about this entire ordeal. This massive tom wanted to see her again. He wanted to see her in less than three moons. He wanted her to travel back here, so they could spend time together. It sounded tempting--it really did. It was something that she wanted, but then again, most of her clan mates believe she didn't know what she wanted. Splotchfeather was a kit at heart, always ready to play instead of facing the real world. She was the type of cat to not believe in any type of atrocious crimes--even when seeing it, she refused to acknowledge it. Most would think she lives with her head in the clouds, but Splotchfeather was truly scared. She knew of the dangers in the world, and that life was short, but she chose the path of a naive, sweet she cat because someone needed to be the angel in a dim world.

An angel? Splotchfeather looked up at the stars once more, realizing that she hadn't really given him an answer. She was still scared of what would happen if she chose to agree to his proposal. Just throw everything away and risk her home to spend time with some tom? Putting it that way sounded rude. But, what any other way could she put it? Splotchfeather stated quickly towards the leaders, catching a glance at Grousestar. He was such a strong leader. She admired him, greatly. Kind, understanding, compassionate, and a protector. She would always be grateful to the brown tabby for taking her in. Clan life was a lot different than roaming around as a loner--and, perhaps that's something they had in common. They weren't from the clans. Splotchfeather felt that she could relate to this tom beside her when it came to that area. So, after a while of thinking. This was something that Splotchfeather rarely did. She never liked to think much, feeling that it would be getting in the way of whatever else she wanted to do. Like chase the fireflies, but being around other cats it seemed uncivilized for her to do such s thing, so she stayed put, and leaned closer towards the tom. "It don't seem like any harm in meeting you here in a quarter moon." She pulled away slightly from him, giving a small smile. Even though she agreed to it, she still felt something sick in her stomach. She was nervous as she thought about what could lay ahead of them. The foremost thing that Splotchfeather would do was focus on her clan mates. She had to make sure they were okay, and well cared for. Especially Yarrowpounce. The she cat knew she shouldn't be thinking of the tom much, but she couldn't help it. Her heart had ached for him, and she promised that she would stay there with him to heal that cracked heart of his so he would be a strong leading warrior of Skyclan once more. Now, she had promised to another tom that she would continue meeting with him, knowing it would be wrong.

"Do you think Starclan will be angry at us?" Her voice was small, almost scared, but she wanted to meet with him. Splotchfeather liked to change others' lives--for the better. She liked to be a positive outcome out all the negative things. She adored these things, just being herself in the process. She just hoped she wasn't punished with it. As long as she could make Redfeather happy, then all should be good. The only question was; how long would it last? How long would their friendship last before he want more? Something else? Something less? Just thinking about the future had freaked Splotchfeather out. Not the fact of growing up, but the pressure of growing up. The she cat liked to take things slow as she liked to keep everyone happy. Right now, she was quite baffled but remained a smiling face the entire time. She stayed near her new friend, occasionally feeling the picks of his fur against her own. She knew he was a massive cat, much heavier than she would be. Splotchfeather was light. Well...as light as a feather some might say. "I would love to sing to you the madrigals that my mother taught me." She tilted her head once more so that she could get a good luck at him. "They're soft and sweet. And they always put the kits to sleep back in Skyclan." She giggled softly. "I just adore the kits falling to sleep after hearing a lullaby. They're just so cute! Kinda make a she cat want to have her own!" She gushed, thinking about the little ones back in the nursery. They were saddened that they found out Splotchfeather had to go to the gathering. Splotchfeather was like a designated kit sitter. She loved hounding the kits together and playing a game with them or singing new tunes with them. It would give their mother a break from them, and time to relax. Since Splotchfeather was always full of energy, there was never a boring time with the calico feline. But, as much as she loved kits, Splotchfeather knew she was not ready for them. Not that she was scared, or that she was looking for the perfect one, but mainly the fact that she wasn't where she wanted to be at the point of her life her. It was a complicated matter with her.

Then, the she cat sighed. It was nice sitting in the back of the crowd, but still able to see the leaders of she squinted her eyes long enough. Since she was behind everyone, the she cat was pretty small, so she could hardly see anything, but she did make out Grousestar, where her loyalty laid. Then, she glanced at Redfeather. Possibly, he was another part where her loyalty laid. Where her new friendship laid. But, the she cat was still scared, but he wanted to see her again. Just thinking about it made the she cat flustered. She felt embarrassed for some odd reason, and she didn't understand why he wanted to see her again in particular. And, for once...she had nothing to ramble on about. So, in the distance she focused her gaze on a moth, staring as if flee about. She hopped to her paws, swishing her tail gently behind her. "Watch this." She told the tom quietly before she stepped past him, keeping her belly low to the ground. The moth was still hovering, just above her head. When she shot up, paws extended but claws retracted, she tried to catch the small critter, but it flew away, so she began to run after it in a short distance until she lost her footing, and slipped over one of her paws. As she tumbled about, applying friction at holding her claws into the ground, the she cat let out rapid breaths, her yellow eyes wide--with laughter. Yes, she began laughing. Giggling all sorts. Her fur was pretty much filled with dust, much to her dismay, but she head her fun. It was fun! "Wow! That moth sure got me! Did you see the look of that thing!" She called to her new friend. "It just came at me! And, I almost had him! I think I was too slow at catching him thought. He got away this time...but he can't be Hunter Splotch. I'm the bomb at it!" She laughed once more and walked towards her companion. Everything was always fun and games with this she cat, but right now, she needed to groom her pelt from that fall. "Sorry, that I got carried away there. I get..dis-" her eyes followed another moth, the wings on it glowing brilliantly in the moonlight. "I get distracted very easily." She shakes her head to rid the moth, and quickly glances over at Redfeather before she began to lightly groom her fur.

Her reaction to his heartfelt words made his ears flatten against his head and he backed up from the she-cat slightly, as if he was a monster for suggesting such a thing. “What were you thinking?” The voice snapped at him in his head, “Look what you did, you idiot..” Redfeather knew he had made a mistake in asking to see her again, what had he been expecting in the first place? She had only just met him and he had to be the creep to ask her about getting to you each other better. At this moment, he wanted to run, escape into the crowd and disappear like he had never met her. He almost did just that, heaving himself to his paws, but her question made him pause mid step and the warrior looked at Splotchfeather for a quiet moment before replying. “Yes, I would like to see you again.” Redfeather said, his tone low, almost scared to go too far with this now, “I.. I’m sorry.. I should leave you alone now..” His body seemed to ache at his stupidity and the tom-cat wondered why he had come to the gathering in the first place. The maine coon, however, listened to the Skyclan warrior once more when she spoke, claiming that she wouldn’t forget him - but he wasn’t so sure. He felt bad for her, hearing about her mother and how she was not with her anymore. He never even knew what his own mother was like. All he knew was that this was his chance to have a connection with someone, a friend that could make him happy again or something even more - but he was thinking too far ahead, even he knew that. Redfeather never knew what it was like to have a family or a group of friends to care about, he felt alone most of the time in his clan and some cats hated him, thought that he didn’t belong there. This was his chance, however, to have a new chance at feeling emotions.

Redfeather watched as she looked to the stars above them and he followed her gaze, wondering if she was questioning Starclan and their thoughts about doing such things. He believed that following your heart was the right thing to do and even Starclan had to have some sense of mercy if someone was unhappy and needed another chance. The male lowered his head, looking down at his paws in dismay before turning his line of sight towards the leaders of the clans, thinking for a moment as silence passed between them for a few moments, still awaiting an answer from her and dreading every second that went by, knowing that she could see him in a different light with one thought leading to another in the blink of an eye. However, her next words surprised him and he turned back to her, looking at Splotchfeather with his jaws parted with surprise. “I.. I really wasn’t expecting you to agree to it..” He admitted, his whiskers twitching as his heartbeat quickened in his chest, “T-Thank you, I’m so glad that you are okay with this.” Deep down, Redfeather had a feeling that she wasn’t 100% okay with doing this and he knew that, seeing her reaction to all this on her face and body language.

The dark orange-furred warrior looked up at the stars at Splotchfeather’s question, his tail waving back and forth behind him for a quiet moment. “I don’t think they will be pleased with our choice, but I would think they would like cats to follow their heart and do what makes them happy.” He sat back down beside her and proceeded to go into a laid down position, the sand feeling cool on his stomach as they both were there in silence, both thinking about different fears, memories, things that kept them quiet. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her looking at him before speaking once more about singing and how she sung kittens to sleep. The maine coon nodded and stayed silent as she explained that she wished to have kittens of her own in the distant future. Redfeather himself didn’t know where he stood on the subject of being a father to young ones, he never knew his father, so he wouldn’t know how to be one. He turned his head slightly to watch the she-cat beside him, expressing her interesting and hopes that would surely come to her in the meantime, he was sure that life would give her the best - in his eyes, this young female deserved such in her days.

His ear twitched at her sigh and the large tom-cat rested his head on his paws for a moment, listening to the quiet, respectful chatter in front of them and it made him wonder if the tension would become more intense as the gathering continued - would it be just as bad at the next gathering or better or even worse? He didn’t know, the maine coon would never assume such things and just chose to stay out of it. Redfeather eyes began to flicker as he gave a small, slight yawn to show that all this relaxing talk was making him feel rather sleepy. Splotchfeather’s gentle voice stirred him awake and he looked over to her, seeing the she-cat focused on a moth that was flying around in the air in front of them. The maine coon raised an eyebrow and rested one paw over the other as he watched her with his soft amber-hued eyes. He watched, with faint surprise, as she ran after the winged creature, which made him sit up rather abruptly to see her lose her footing and tumble through the sand. “Splotchfeather!” He remarked and trotted rather quickly over to the she-cat, “For Starclan sake, are you alright?” Rapid breaths and wide-eyes could be seen, which worried him, but was soon greeted with her laughter, all the giggles and kitten-like sounds as she got up. Her fur was covered in sand and dirt, but she didn’t seem to mind at all, walking over to him. “I’m sure you’ll get ‘em next time.” Redfeather said, tilting his head slightly with a caring smile, “You are the master hunter, indeed.” The male watched as she began talking, but soon grew distracted at another moth in the air, whose wings shimmered in the moonlight. It was truly a sight to behold and Redfeather watched with her in awe before she spoke again, claiming how distracted she was. He saw her glance at him and then begin to groom her dusty fur. The maine coon blinked and looked around before sitting down beside her. “You.. You need any help grooming the sand out of your fur by chance?” Redfeather offered, his tone embarrassed, but polite and even sincere.

[Starfall]

Cinderpaw's bright blue hues flashed with anger as she entered the Gathering. Her mixed black and grey tail swished behind her with an 'I-don't-care' air, though in reality she was paying attention to everything. This didn't excite her. She had come to learn strengths and weaknesses - nothing more. Come to learn who in the Clans could make valuable allies, and who could not. Even at this age, Cinderpaw was already dreaming of her future. Of a brighter future, though truth be told, she almost liked the way things were being run now. Yes - the apprentice was certainly manipulative, but that didn't mean everyone around her had to be. She was mature enough to see the value in having many different types of cats. Even the shy ones were good for something... surely they had to be, right? There was no way they were all that useless. The feline took a seat, wrapping her tail about her paws. It was a warm night, and she was not too happy to be out - but in the future, this would do her some good. It better do her some good. Otherwise she would have wasted a whole evening, for nothing.
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A snowy white molly was sitting by herself in the middle of the clearing, her ears perked as she listened to the nearby conversations. She had noticed something peculiar about this gathering, most Thunderclan cats weren't speaking with the Windclan cats, how odd. The apprentice then focused her golden optics upon the leaders and noticed the same thing, Snowstar and Blazingstar refused to speak with one another, this made the molly pity Grousestar as well as Halestar. After a few more seconds of just silently staring at the leaders something moved in the corner of her eye, catching her attention. Daisypaw licked her maw and looked the other over, noticing that by the height of the other molly that she would have to be an apprentice, and judging by the smell, rabbit smell, she was Windclan. She decided to make her move. She picked resell up and quickly walked towards Cinderpaw, her golden orbs blazed with excitement. She stopped a mouse length away and just stared, her ears perked, head up, and eyes slightly wider than normal, and after a few awkward moments passed Daisypaw smiled brightly and layed herself down "Hi!" she chirped, "My names Daisypaw...what's yours?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

[Dust]

(Poor Rainpaw he's so forgetful </3 makes for bad conversations XD)

The white and black furred apprentice nodded as Badgerpaw spoke about the leaders. He couldn't sense any hostility coming off of her. But that was just him, the little sweetheart who tried to see the good in everyone. "Well, Snowstar certainly looks a lot more laid back." Rainpaw wasn't just saying this to make her feel better, he truly belived it. But what did he know about the leaders?

As the feline stated her name, Rainpaw's ears flattened at her tone of voice. "Oh no, I forgot again didn't I?" The tom scuffed the ground in front of him with his paw, digging his claws into the dirt. "I'm sorry for kit remembering your band Badgerpaw! I have the worst memory in the world."


(Would you mind if I tagged someone, Red? o: They directed a post at the Badger starter, but I just saw it now and could incorporate them next post if it's ok?)

Giving the other a sympathetic look, Badgerpaw nodded quickly although the apprentice found it a bit amusing. "It's ok, I forget names sometime as well." It was rare that she forgot someones name, but she'd reassure the other for now. The conversation was going swell and having cross-clan relations wasn't always a bad thing... right? Although, the thought of having to fight this cat one day made Badgerpaw tense up, her ears slipping behind her head for a brief moment. If or when it came down to it, the molly truly had no clue what she would do, and with how the tensions between Thunderclan and Windclan were going, it could end up being soon. Blinking away the thought, she locked green with blue, tilting her head slightly to think for a moment as her jaw parted slightly. "What's it like over in Windclan? Like... how do you guys stay dry during storms and stuff?" She could predict what it would be like. Despite never being near the border, Badgerpaw had heard stories about their territory and camp. To live somewhere so open and vulnerable. The thought made her shudder. No way I could do that!

[vellichor]

"Well, I can't say we're doing terrible, but not too great either in my opinion. There's too much rain and water. It makes the moores so muddy and slick. Otherwise, we seem to be doing well. Kits are being born seemingly every day and growing in the blink of an eye, you know, life stuff." She was joking now, trying to get the tom to laugh. He didn't seem like a bad cat, so she decided to let her guard down. AFter all, it was the gathering. There was a truce under the full moon. She shouldn't have to keep her guard up.

Sprucefur chuckled. "That's good. I'm glad WindClan is faring well," he purred, sincerity in his deep voice. He flicked his fluffy tail and sat down, inviting her to sit next to him. After a few moments of silence, Sprucefur decided to start up conversation again. "So, do you think Snowstar and Blazingstar will mention... you know...?" He asked, honestly concerned and curious.


Royalflash was ready to stalk off, find something more suitable to his liking but at her words, the young warrior turned his head to look behind him. His ginger fur, long, thick, and downy ruffled slightly at the night time breeze. He gave her a quizzical look, that soon turned into a smirk more than anything else. The tom flicked his ears back for a quick second. She was toying with him, as he were with her. It was good that she could play along, however. Most cats were downers in Royalflash's eyes, and the tom certainly did not like a cat that was always depressed or that took him seriously.

"I mean, why do you care?" He spoke, rolling his eyes. That, very much was obvious after all. "I'm pretty sure you can smell the scent of Shadowclan--all amazing and addicting." He boasted. The tom did hold a prideful nature when it came to his clan. Just like any other cat that was loyal to their clan. Royalflash stepped a tad closer to her, leaning his head in towards her, just to predict her scent. "And, I'd say you're Windclan. Just by how you presumed that we're evil, you must be rabbitbrained." Royalflash snorted. Shadowclan had nothing against Windclan, but still. She still had him riled up at the unnecessary comment. Then again, he figured that all windclan cats were as dumb as the rabbits they chased.

Royalflash's golden green hues shone with slight amusement-- and surprise. Did she apologize to him? It had caught him off guard, but he wanted to hold the peace. His father's voice was definitely nagging him in the back of his mind, being annoying as much. "I'd say they are. What?" The tom stood. One thing he did love, as young as he was, he held a massive size that he inherited from his father. His size of the family always had large cats, and Royalflash found himself being lucky that he was one of them. "Do I display fear?" He asked, deepening his voice and narrowing his eyes. Of course, he was playing with her but still-- if he wanted to give her a real reason to fear Shadowclan. More specifically, him. He would had.

Wavesplash grinned in response to the tom's smirk. She flicked her plumed tail, kind of tickling the ShadowClanner's nose. "Oh, lighten up," she teased, laughing. She loved messing with cats, but never really takes it too far. She knew he was messing with her as well. That made it a bit more... fun. Who could outwit the other? The she-cat winked, her blue-gray fur smooth despite the slight breeze. The breeze made her shiver a bit, though not visibly.

"Amazing and addicting? Ha!" she responded to his first comment. "You mean smelly and miserable like the swamps you live in." Wavesplash smirked, her eyes gleaming. She didn't have anything against ShadowClanners like this one, but took most opportunities to mess with cats. The molly frowned at the "rabbit-brained" comment. "And you're basing that on the fact that we eat rabbits?" she asked, slight venom in her voice. "So does that mean you're frog-brained? Bird-brained? Hmm?"

Though the tom was larger than her - by a lot - Wavesplash hid her fear and stared back up at him. Only a few signs indicated that she was intimidated. Her barely twitching tail too, for one. Her front claws were sheathing and unsheathing, digging into the ground below. And last, a dead giveaway was that her blue hues were darting around, focusing on anything but the tom standing before her. "Do you really want to know the answer to that question?"
Wavesplash asked, barely masking the faint trace of fear in her voice.

[Dust]

Duststorm

Ashpaw looked around excitedly. "Golly, I didn't think so many cats would be at the gathering!" He said to Nightbreeze with a beaming smile. "I can't believe I'm at the gathering..." He said, bouncing on the tips of his toes, looking around before spotting Breezerunner and Neverwing. He blinked, watching their hostile exchange before bounding over to them before Nightbreeze could say anything to him. "Hey! Aren't you supposed to be getting along at the Gathering? StarClan's gonna get mad at you!" He declared, lashing his tail and puffing out his chest. Golly-gee, I feel so important! He thought to himself proudly, shooting a stern glare at them.
Neverwing and Breezerunner blinked at Ashpaw.
"Ah... I guess you're right..." Breezerunner stifled a 'd'aww' at the apprentice's behavior, the tension in her shoulders disappearing as she observed the SkyClan kit. "We should be getting along." She shot an apologetic glance at Neverwing, although there was still some trace amounts of suspicion in her eyes. "Right, Neverwing?"
Neverwing stared at Ashpaw for a moment, quite bewildered before nodding slightly. "Yeah... what Breezerunner said..." he said awkwardly, flicking his tail.

Trailing after the apprentice, Nightbreeze let out an annoyed sigh, her tail lashing back and forth as they made their way into the clearing. It had only been a short amount of time that Ashpaw was under Nightbreeze's guiding wing, but the warrior felt as if she had aged twenty more moons. He was so rambunctious and wild, even the feisty cat couldn't keep up with him. I swear... his mother didn't teach him anything. She sighed quietly to herself. Taking in a deep breath, the warm scent of the sea comforting her, Nightbreeze scanned across the clearing to see if she could find anyone to sit by. It would be nice to introduce Ashpaw to some other clan cats. After moons of isolation in Skyclan, Nightbreeze couldn't imagine not being friendly with them. Turning back, a gasp left her chest as she frantically looked around for her apprentice, quickly whipping her head back and forth. "Where has he run off to this time?!" The warrior hissed in annoyance before spotting Ashpaw over by a few cats she had never met before. Sprinting after the apprentice, she snatched the end of his tail, giving the two other warriors a sympathetic look. "Sorry if he bothered you, still getting him used to interacting with others." She shot Ashpaw a serious look before dragging him over by the tail and picking up the young apprentice by the scruff, carrying him away into the crowd. "You need to stop running away, it's easy to get lost during a gathering. I don't wan't you ending up in another clans camp by accident, so stay close, got it?" Nightbreeze muttered through the apprentice's fur. Really, she sounded like a worried mother more than an upset mentor. It was obvious she cared for her apprentice, but she'd be lying if she said that he wasn't running her gray.

[Blue Jay]

(Open!)

Snowfall's eyes searched the crowds of cats. The she-cat sat near the back of them all, close to small groups but still too far away to eavesdrop on anyone. I wonder how the gathering will go down, she thought, considering the Blazingstar-and-Snowstar deal. She curled her tail around the empty space beside her. For no reason whatsoever, she missed the warmth of a particular tom next to her. Oh, Sprucefur.

[Brilliance]

The dilute she-cate glared at her mother with a playful look when she was bopped. "Yes I know but it's so stuffy in there what with all the rain lately. I had to get out," was all she had to defend herself. She knew her mother didn't mind the company, so she didn't particularly need the defense. "Oh sure don't ask me or Quietdance here if we've seen Dad 'cause you know we live in a fox den and never come out for any reason," she sassed at her brother. She wasn't really upset that he hadn't included her in the conversation but simply wanted to jut in with some sort of smart remark, which she did. "Anyway, I haven't seen him since yesterday. I figured he was staying behind with the border patrol?" She was guessing now. However, she glanced up at Snowstar. "Wait, is she expecting?" The queen glanced at her mother, then guessed the answer as she heard how embarrassingly shaky her voice got all of a sudden. Heat raised in her pelt as she realized this, and the queen simply scooched a bit closer to her mother. Maybe she wouldn't swipe her ear again if she acted cute, though that wasn't likely to happen.

The she-cat then looked to her mate and smiled. "Quietdance if you want to, you don't have to watch over me here. There's a truce between the clans, remember? And besides, Honeythistle's here as well as Mom," she said, though the more she spoke the more she sounded like she wanted him to go away, which was the last thing she wanted. "Never mind..." The dilute queen smiled at him, trying to get him to realize she didn't mean to sound, well mean.


Honeythistle happily took the seat next to his mother, facing the crowd, but always kept his eyes upon his eldest kits that attended. Though he couldn't find Royalflash, which was okay for the time being, he supposed. He had purred at his mother's voice, picking up one of his paws to give it a delicate lick. The tom let out a laugh. A mix between a snort and a chuckle. ''Dad is one of the most judgmental cats we know.'' And, this was true. Honeythistle had looked up to his father as a kit, had tried his hardest to impress his father as he grew older. The one he didn't need to impress was his mother. After all, they were all loved by their mother. As his sister spoke, the tom gave a mischievous smirk towards her. ''Oh wow! I didn't even see you there!'' His tone was a bit over-exeraggerated, but he also knew how much his sister loved to toy with him. And, if he were being honest, the tom enjoyed the company of his family more than others. ''I don't think anybody wouldn't notice you, Feathermist. You have the most annoying voice. Ever.'' Honeythistle shot at her, giving her a charming smile. Even though they were older, who said they were too old for games? Thinking of his sons now, the tom shook his head. Now, he understood why they were so terrible. The tom turned his attention back to the leaders. ''I expect that no good leader of Thunderclan to be pregnant. Unless she's just picking up weight.'' He rolled his eyes, laughing.

Quietdance flicked his eyes towards the leaders, almost about to settle down next to his mate, until he heard her words. Which had quite surprised him in a manner. Perhaps, if she wanted him to leave, he would do that. The tom actually had gotten up, about to give her a curt nod. It was known that Quietdance hardly talked. Honeythistle found the other tom quite odd since he hardly said anything. ''How did you and that creep even end up together?'' The maine coon muttered, but only so his mother and sister could hear. Of course, Quietdance heard this, but he refused to acknowledge the presence of the male. Instead, he turned away flicking his tail, hearing her words that she did want him to stay, but the tom was fine with leaving. He didn't say anything much in the first place, and all he did was listen. So, he stepped away from the family of three, and turned his attention to the leaders on the rock.

Her reaction to his heartfelt words made his ears flatten against his head and he backed up from the she-cat slightly, as if he was a monster for suggesting such a thing. “What were you thinking?” The voice snapped at him in his head, “Look what you did, you idiot..” Redfeather knew he had made a mistake in asking to see her again, what had he been expecting in the first place? She had only just met him and he had to be the creep to ask her about getting to you each other better. At this moment, he wanted to run, escape into the crowd and disappear like he had never met her. He almost did just that, heaving himself to his paws, but her question made him pause mid step and the warrior looked at Splotchfeather for a quiet moment before replying. “Yes, I would like to see you again.” Redfeather said, his tone low, almost scared to go too far with this now, “I.. I’m sorry.. I should leave you alone now..” His body seemed to ache at his stupidity and the tom-cat wondered why he had come to the gathering in the first place. The maine coon, however, listened to the Skyclan warrior once more when she spoke, claiming that she wouldn’t forget him - but he wasn’t so sure. He felt bad for her, hearing about her mother and how she was not with her anymore. He never even knew what his own mother was like. All he knew was that this was his chance to have a connection with someone, a friend that could make him happy again or something even more - but he was thinking too far ahead, even he knew that. Redfeather never knew what it was like to have a family or a group of friends to care about, he felt alone most of the time in his clan and some cats hated him, thought that he didn’t belong there. This was his chance, however, to have a new chance at feeling emotions.

Redfeather watched as she looked to the stars above them and he followed her gaze, wondering if she was questioning Starclan and their thoughts about doing such things. He believed that following your heart was the right thing to do and even Starclan had to have some sense of mercy if someone was unhappy and needed another chance. The male lowered his head, looking down at his paws in dismay before turning his line of sight towards the leaders of the clans, thinking for a moment as silence passed between them for a few moments, still awaiting an answer from her and dreading every second that went by, knowing that she could see him in a different light with one thought leading to another in the blink of an eye. However, her next words surprised him and he turned back to her, looking at Splotchfeather with his jaws parted with surprise. “I.. I really wasn’t expecting you to agree to it..” He admitted, his whiskers twitching as his heartbeat quickened in his chest, “T-Thank you, I’m so glad that you are okay with this.” Deep down, Redfeather had a feeling that she wasn’t 100% okay with doing this and he knew that, seeing her reaction to all this on her face and body language.

The dark orange-furred warrior looked up at the stars at Splotchfeather’s question, his tail waving back and forth behind him for a quiet moment. “I don’t think they will be pleased with our choice, but I would think they would like cats to follow their heart and do what makes them happy.” He sat back down beside her and proceeded to go into a laid down position, the sand feeling cool on his stomach as they both were there in silence, both thinking about different fears, memories, things that kept them quiet. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her looking at him before speaking once more about singing and how she sung kittens to sleep. The maine coon nodded and stayed silent as she explained that she wished to have kittens of her own in the distant future. Redfeather himself didn’t know where he stood on the subject of being a father to young ones, he never knew his father, so he wouldn’t know how to be one. He turned his head slightly to watch the she-cat beside him, expressing her interesting and hopes that would surely come to her in the meantime, he was sure that life would give her the best - in his eyes, this young female deserved such in her days.

His ear twitched at her sigh and the large tom-cat rested his head on his paws for a moment, listening to the quiet, respectful chatter in front of them and it made him wonder if the tension would become more intense as the gathering continued - would it be just as bad at the next gathering or better or even worse? He didn’t know, the maine coon would never assume such things and just chose to stay out of it. Redfeather eyes began to flicker as he gave a small, slight yawn to show that all this relaxing talk was making him feel rather sleepy. Splotchfeather’s gentle voice stirred him awake and he looked over to her, seeing the she-cat focused on a moth that was flying around in the air in front of them. The maine coon raised an eyebrow and rested one paw over the other as he watched her with his soft amber-hued eyes. He watched, with faint surprise, as she ran after the winged creature, which made him sit up rather abruptly to see her lose her footing and tumble through the sand. “Splotchfeather!” He remarked and trotted rather quickly over to the she-cat, “For Starclan sake, are you alright?” Rapid breaths and wide-eyes could be seen, which worried him, but was soon greeted with her laughter, all the giggles and kitten-like sounds as she got up. Her fur was covered in sand and dirt, but she didn’t seem to mind at all, walking over to him. “I’m sure you’ll get ‘em next time.” Redfeather said, tilting his head slightly with a caring smile, “You are the master hunter, indeed.” The male watched as she began talking, but soon grew distracted at another moth in the air, whose wings shimmered in the moonlight. It was truly a sight to behold and Redfeather watched with her in awe before she spoke again, claiming how distracted she was. He saw her glance at him and then begin to groom her dusty fur. The maine coon blinked and looked around before sitting down beside her. “You.. You need any help grooming the sand out of your fur by chance?” Redfeather offered, his tone embarrassed, but polite and even sincere.

Splotchfeather thought the tom appeared odd at first, tilting her head as she stared at him. But, yet he still wanted to see her again. She didn't know why he wanted to see her again, but she had agreed for the fact that she saw the way his clan mates was staring at him. The way they stared at her made her very uncomfortable. She knew it was because she sat by him, and she wasn't supposed to. She was a loyal warrior of Skyclan. And, he was loyal to Thunderclan. That...wanted to see her. But, as he told her his story, the small she cat's heart went out to him. She had frowned, disturbed that he had went through such, but he it made him much stronger. She could see that physically. Mentally. Emotionally? She did not know. But, she figured yes. Yes, yes, of course it had. She could see the hurt in his eyes when she pulled away from him, and it made herself hurt. Splotchfeather never enjoyed hurting others. She wanted to make them forget about their pain. She wanted to make them smile, so she had agreed to meet up with this tom every quarter moon. She wasn't 100% sure it was the best idea, or how long it would last. But, she felt she could see a glimmer of hope in his amber hues, and that's what made her realize why she enjoyed helping others. Hope. It was well-clear on him, and it made the she cat feel valued.

Splotchfeather gave the tom a sincere look. A small delicate smile placed on her features. ''I wasn't expecting you to ask me for such a request!'' She threw back at him, laughing. ''But, I suppose we're both surprised, eh?'' And, they were. Most certainly she had been surprised when he ask her such a thing. He wanted to see her again. Watch the stars with her. Hear her sing. Splotchfeather didn't see anything wrong with it, but looking back up into the night sky--watching every little light twinkle, the she cat's gaze wandered around the night sky. Before she didn't believe in Starclan. There was no use as she was a loner. What was Starclan anyway? As a loner, loners did not believe in Starclan, but after joining Skyclan, and being easily persuaded that there was a Starclan. Splotchfeather dedicated her life to this heaven in the stars. This starclan is what they called it, and she believed greatly in this place. Though upon his words, the she cat gave a tiny nod. Following her heart was all she ever done. This tom needed her. So, she followed her heart and decided she would be seeing him once more. Perhaps, she was thinking too far. But, nope. Splotchfeather rarely found herself thinking. Whatever her heart wanted, it was decided from the get-go. Her goal was to make this tom see happiness once more. The only thing that she wasn't so sure about? What made this tom happy?

''I still have my worries--If I'm being honest.'' She told him, nodding vigorously. She was actually scared because she never ventured too far from Skyclan's territory, but now she was going to be coming here to meet her new friend and get to know him. And become closer...the only thing that she didn't get--once more-- how close did he expect to be with her? Splotchfeather was quite the affectionate feline. Having a tender side to her, and not to forget to mention-- a very caring side. She was delicate, fragile herself, and she continued to remind her that she was loyal to Skyclan. And, that no matter what, they would always come first. She imagined that Redfeather felt the same about Thunderclan. That he would put his clan first as she would. But...even that wasn't true. Even though Splotchfeather was known to be fiercely loyal to Skyclan. Her heart always came first. She listened to her heart more than she listened to anything else in her life. Her heart was the only thing that kept her from distraction. The only thing that made her truly listen to reason. See, Splotchfeather was not a logical feline. Oh no--definitely did not suite her to listen to her brain. She was emotional. She played upon what her heart was feeling. Yet, her mind had been brainwashed by the warrior code, and all the rules to follow, but all through this she remained faithful to her heart. ''But I think it will be fun being friends with you!'' She replied in a hushed tone, feeling her energetic side might be taking over her once more. ''Oh! We'll be the best of friends, right? Taking on the world together! Discovering places! Making memories! Fighting enemies! Oh, I'm excited!'' She gushed, her mind faintly thinking of the future. For a moment, she had forgot that they were from different clans. She was talking to him as if he were her own clan mate. But, he wasn't, but Splotchfeather didn't realize this. She was too busy planning a future that might never exist in the first place.

As she settled down from her recent activity, the feline gave gentle licks at her pelt. She purred when Redfeather complimented her. She was a good hunter. Sometimes she would get distracted, but she caught meals easily. After all, she had been looking after herself since she was a young kit. After losing their mother to a monster, she lost her brother to a sickness, and she had been all alone. Just weaned off milk, and was lucky enough to be satiated by the prey around her. ''I'm fine, Redfeather. If you knew me, you would know this is normal.'' She giggled, getting up to her paws to stretch out her limbs. She, obviously took no notice to the sand clinging to her pelt. In fact, the feline shook herself like a dog hoping to be rid of the sand specks. It only helped so much-- still making her feel uncomfortable when some of the sand was still on her. This was normal for Splotchfeather. She was a clumsy feline that paid no attention where she went most times. If Redfeather had been from her clan, he probably wouldn't expect anything different. Yet, he didn't know her. And, he sounded like he held genuine care for her. Splotchfeather sat near him, turning her head to began grooming her pelt lightly. It was thick, and downy. Soft and delicate, very feathery to the eyes. As she heard his words once more, the she cat gave him a gentle smile, but she shook her head. ''It's alright. You don't have to help me. I got it.'' She replied, rather proudly. ''But, thank you for asking.'' She tilted her head at him, giving him a grateful smile. He was nice. And, helpful. He would had helped her groom her pelt, and Splotchfeather appreciated that, but she also found it weird. She wouldn't want another cat grooming her pelt, and she didn't know them. From the get-go, Redfeather was a charmer. He complimented her in ways the toms from her own clan didn't. He didn't just find her pretty. No. He found her beautiful. Splotchfeather thought he was so nice. So kind. She could had melted at his words of sweetness. The she cat continued to give herself rasp licks, making sure to clean her pelt free from the sand in a slow manner. She lifted a paw to give it a few soft licks, bringing it over her head in the process. Her cleaning process was easy, sufficient, and quick. Her tongue was soft, feeling fragile as she made contact with her thick pelt. And, once she was finished with her cleaning process, her eyes sought out her new friend. ''I kinda wish we could get out of here.'' She entered into a nice long stretch, arching her back, and throwing her tail above her head for a second while her eyes closed. Once she opened them, she peered at him with a friendly gaze. ''I feel restless. I just wanna run through the grass and feel the wind in my fur. Or, I could sleep. In a warm mossy nest.'' She giggled, bringing herself back into a normal posture, and grazed her tongue on her jaws. The she cat hardly took notice of her surroundings, but she found everything a joy to be around. Something she wished to chase, but even at gatherings she wanted to remain obedient.



Wavesplash grinned in response to the tom's smirk. She flicked her plumed tail, kind of tickling the ShadowClanner's nose. "Oh, lighten up," she teased, laughing. She loved messing with cats, but never really takes it too far. She knew he was messing with her as well. That made it a bit more... fun. Who could outwit the other? The she-cat winked, her blue-gray fur smooth despite the slight breeze. The breeze made her shiver a bit, though not visibly.

"Amazing and addicting? Ha!" she responded to his first comment. "You mean smelly and miserable like the swamps you live in." Wavesplash smirked, her eyes gleaming. She didn't have anything against ShadowClanners like this one, but took most opportunities to mess with cats. The molly frowned at the "rabbit-brained" comment. "And you're basing that on the fact that we eat rabbits?" she asked, slight venom in her voice. "So does that mean you're frog-brained? Bird-brained? Hmm?"

Though the tom was larger than her - by a lot - Wavesplash hid her fear and stared back up at him. Only a few signs indicated that she was intimidated. Her barely twitching tail too, for one. Her front claws were sheathing and unsheathing, digging into the ground below. And last, a dead giveaway was that her blue hues were darting around, focusing on anything but the tom standing before her. "Do you really want to know the answer to that question?"
Wavesplash asked, barely masking the faint trace of fear in her voice.


Royalflash was taken aback. Did she really just tell him to lighten up? The tom ruffled his pelt. Not out of anger. Just out of pride. He held a lot of pride, despite not really caring about the traditions his father believed. The tom followed his own rules, but this feline. This windclan cat was bothering him to his core. His nose twitched when her tail tickled him, and he found himself backing up from her touch. Again, as he thought who did she think she was. Royalflash almost recoiled at her, but decided to only smirk. ''You seem like a reasonable cat. And, you're holding me from doing what I love to do, so why don't you go over to your windclanner misfits and have a well of a time!'' He cracked, hoping that he hit some type of soft spot in her.

For a moment, Royalflash wondered where Crimsonblaze was. His brother was able to keep the she cats in a trance. And, truth be told, Royalflash also carried a handsome appearance. More of a rugged structure than his brother since Crimsonblaze always kept his pelt kept well. Royalflash, on the other hand, did not care about how his pelt look. In fact, since his fur was constantly ruffled a lot, he took more of the appearance of a bad tom more than anything. ''No.'' He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the female. ''But, I suppose swamps must smell amazing because I know I do!'' He let out a purr, a deep rumble in his pelt. ''It's truly alright that you are envious. After all, not every cat can be in the best clan. Which is Shadowclan.''He spoke proudly of his home. At her next words, Royalflash kept the playful smirk on his face, he had hit a nerve in her because he could hear the slight venom in her voice. He, on the other hand managed to stay calm. Even gave her a short chuckle. ''Call me whatever you want. Fox-brained, Fox-hearted, Mouse-brained, yada yada. Won't really change a thing if I'm being serious with you. I can be whatever you want me as, sweetheart.'' He purred once more. Royalflash figured his flirting would annoyingly push her away. Get under her skin somehow as he said these words to her.

''Cat got your tongue?'' He darkly chuckled. She wasn't saying anything, and upon her silence, he took it as an advantage that he finally made her go quiet. Meek. Limp. But, she spoke all too soon, and the tom listened to her words. He found it quite humorous at the way she was acting. He was glad that Honeythistle was his father. Most cats were afraid of that massive maine coon, and Royalflash knew he would be his father's legacy. He snorted at the she cats words. ''Nothing to say? Nothing at all? Have I proven my point, then?'' He asked, tilting his head to the side. He was only toying with her, but even he knew he won this game.

[Gusty]

(Open!)

Snowfall's eyes searched the crowds of cats. The she-cat sat near the back of them all, close to small groups but still too far away to eavesdrop on anyone. I wonder how the gathering will go down, she thought, considering the Blazingstar-and-Snowstar deal. She curled her tail around the empty space beside her. For no reason whatsoever, she missed the warmth of a particular tom next to her. Oh, Sprucefur.

A RiverClan warrior sat down squarely in the middle of the group of cats, naively twitching her tail every so often as if she were an apprentice seeing this for the first time.

But the number of cats here! It always seemed to surprise her, no matter how many times she went to the gathering. The she-cat stretched her legs, standing upright, eagerly looking for somebody to talk to. The leader's chatter was starting to bore her; she never really paid much attention to them. She'd much prefer talking to a small group of warriors. That was interesting, and Blizzardfoot loved the interesting.

Moving towards the back of the crowd, the creamy-white furred she-cat saw another feline sitting by herself. Unlike most other cats, this one wasn't engrossed in conversation. In fact, Blizzardfoot noticed a hint of longingness on her face, as if she were missing something.

"Hello!" She called out, trying to get Snowfall's attention.

[lone]

:heartbounce:

A snowy white molly was sitting by herself in the middle of the clearing, her ears perked as she listened to the nearby conversations. She had noticed something peculiar about this gathering, most Thunderclan cats weren't speaking with the Windclan cats, how odd. The apprentice then focused her golden optics upon the leaders and noticed the same thing, Snowstar and Blazingstar refused to speak with one another, this made the molly pity Grousestar as well as Halestar. After a few more seconds of just silently staring at the leaders something moved in the corner of her eye, catching her attention. Daisypaw licked her maw and looked the other over, noticing that by the height of the other molly that she would have to be an apprentice, and judging by the smell, rabbit smell, she was Windclan. She decided to make her move. She picked resell up and quickly walked towards Cinderpaw, her golden orbs blazed with excitement. She stopped a mouse length away and just stared, her ears perked, head up, and eyes slightly wider than normal, and after a few awkward moments passed Daisypaw smiled brightly and layed herself down "Hi!" she chirped, "My names Daisypaw...what's yours?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

The feline turned her head around, cobalt blue eyes flashing with annoyance. She was about to ask what on earth the white cat could possibly want when she stopped, rethinking the statement. Maybe Daisypaw could be changed to be an ally? Alright. She's a cheerful, spunky little apprentice. Now how do you lure a cat like that? Cinderpaw thought, examining the cat. If she had been a tom, Cinderpaw might have tried a flirtatious approach. That normally worked pretty well, she was a fairly attractive cat, after all. Though for a friendly she cat like Daisypaw, something else would have to do.

"C - Cinder... C - Cinderpaw," She stammered, her ears going back fearfully. Nailed it. A frightened little apprentice act would certainly win over a tender hearted cat, as most "friendlies" were. "I, I, I... I d - don't sup - suppo - sup-pose you... you w - want to spe - spend the evening w - with a cat... w - with a cat like me." Now, here was the thing. Cinderpaw had grown since she had been a young kit, snapping at everyone in sight. She had learned how to manipulate others into doing as she wanted, based off their personalities. Though if she realized they were of no use to her? Her true, dark, colors came out. And if Daisypaw persisted on being friendly throughout the whole Gathering, without realizing the potential of turning her back on StarClan and the current leaders, Cinderpaw just might have to turn her back on this apprentice. Move on to the next prospect. Not that the grey and black feline had any at this moment.

The cats in her own Clan were practically useless for showing what she had discovered. The sympathy card should have worked on this cat, Daisypaw, seeing as she was such a friendly one. And in Cinderpaw's experience? These were the cats who either needed to wake up and see the real world, or they were hiding something. And if this white cat was hiding something? She would find out what it was soon enough.

[Blue Jay]

A RiverClan warrior sat down squarely in the middle of the group of cats, naively twitching her tail every so often as if she were an apprentice seeing this for the first time.

But the number of cats here! It always seemed to surprise her, no matter how many times she went to the gathering. The she-cat stretched her legs, standing upright, eagerly looking for somebody to talk to. The leader's chatter was starting to bore her; she never really paid much attention to them. She'd much prefer talking to a small group of warriors. That was interesting, and Blizzardfoot loved the interesting.

Moving towards the back of the crowd, the creamy-white furred she-cat saw another feline sitting by herself. Unlike most other cats, this one wasn't engrossed in conversation. In fact, Blizzardfoot noticed a hint of longingness on her face, as if she were missing something.

"Hello!" She called out, trying to get Snowfall's attention.

Her thoughts were torn away from her as the ginger and white felines' ears twitched, hearing a greeting directed toward her. Turning her head, her eyes caught the ones of a creamy white she-cat. "Hello," she said, starting towards the warrior in a graceful stride. With a warm smile, Snowfall sat at a reasonable distance away from her, flicking her tail next to her as if to invite Blizzardfoot to sit by her. RiverClan. She was relieved to know Blizzardfoot was not a WindClan warrior, otherwise matters wouldn't go down too well. "My name is Snowfall of ThunderClan. Yours?" She asked.

[Charmer]

Tigerdawn pricked her ears when her name was mentioned. "Huh?" She meowed. "Oh, your Skypaw, right?"


Skypaw nodded. "Uh-Huh." He mewed, glad that someone remembered him. He dipped his head respectively to Tigerdawn before turning back to Cherrypaw. "So, what have you been learning?"

"We just went over fighting moves today," Cherrypaw meowed casually. She was tempted to show off the move Tigerdawn had showed her, but was sure her mentor would not approve of displaying her skill to a cat from another clan. "What about you?"

[Tundra]

Skypaw twiched his tail. "Not much, just Hunting and Battling." He meowed simply. "So, your mentor seems nice."


Goldenpaw sat down and looked around. My first gathering! I'm so excited!

[Splash]

"I'm Flamescar," Flamescar meowed. "And this is grumpy Larkcry."

"I'm not the one who-" He broke off, tail-tiptwitching, as Flamescar flicked him with his tail.

"What did Cottonspark say?" he mewed before turning back to her. "Sorry about the argument. Larkcry's just a bit upset because I went off be myself a while ago. I've just recently returned."
(Sorry that took so long lol I went camping)
"Oh, well, welcome back then," Cottonspark responded, visibly more relaxed now that the quarrel had been adverted. Her posture slouched to a more comfortable, natural shape instead of the stiff, straight form it had been in, and her eyes were much warmer. She flipped around to reach to her back and began rasping her tounge over a small bit of dirt stuck on her back fur and quickly removed it from the long, silky white pelt that it had been on before turning back to Larkcry and Flamescar.

[217]

The small apprentice’s ears perked up at the familiar voice of her best friend, Lionpaw, making her turn swiftly on her paws to meet his cheerful gaze. She bounded up and down. “I’ve been looking for you too, bee-brain!” She purred, happiness in her tone, “This is my first gathering ever and it looks so awesome, I get to experience it with you now too! Even better!” Newtpaw was excited to meet new cats, but she was even happier to be with Lionpaw in this new place that they could explore together. “Where should we sit?” She asked, “Maybe we should try to get up close to the leaders so we can hear them better, or perhaps we should go towards the back, so we don’t get surrounded by cats.” The small female giggled slightly at her excited behavior, “I’ll just let you pick where we sit, I’ll follow you anywhere!” Newtpaw exclaimed and then quieted down, noticing a few cats giving her looks due to her loud tone. The she-cat's face grew hot with embarrassment and she went behind Lionpaw, a bit self-conscious from being stared at with her appearance clear to see.

Shifting his weight excitedly, Lionpaw weighed his options, thinking of what Newtpaw said. She was correct in both aspects; if they were in front, they'd hear better but be surrounded by cats, and if they were in back, not as many cats would be around but they might not be able to hear as well. "Maybe we should go in between? Sit right where the cats start to thin out and there aren't too many sitting around us. We should still be able to hear pretty well from there!" He smiled at his own reasoning, before he found his gaze following Newtpaw the the cats who were giving her looks. He found a glare sliding onto his face in return, taking a step to block the smaller apprentice from the cats more than she had already hidden hsrself, before letting his smile return as he turned back to Newtpaw. "So," he mewed, ignoring the cats who'd been looking at them, "What do you say?"

[dino.]

(Sorry that took so long lol I went camping)
"Oh, well, welcome back then," Cottonspark responded, visibly more relaxed now that the quarrel had been adverted. Her posture slouched to a more comfortable, natural shape instead of the stiff, straight form it had been in, and her eyes were much warmer. She flipped around to reach to her back and began rasping her tounge over a small bit of dirt stuck on her back fur and quickly removed it from the long, silky white pelt that it had been on before turning back to Larkcry and Flamescar.
(You're fine ^^)

"Thanks." Flamescar offered her a small smile and then glanced at his friend. "But could you maybe get this one to loosen up?" Larkcry simply scowled at the comment.

[Gusty]

Her thoughts were torn away from her as the ginger and white felines' ears twitched, hearing a greeting directed toward her. Turning her head, her eyes caught the ones of a creamy white she-cat. "Hello," she said, starting towards the warrior in a graceful stride. With a warm smile, Snowfall sat at a reasonable distance away from her, flicking her tail next to her as if to invite Blizzardfoot to sit by her. RiverClan. She was relieved to know Blizzardfoot was not a WindClan warrior, otherwise matters wouldn't go down too well. "My name is Snowfall of ThunderClan. Yours?" She asked.
Blizzardfoot eagerly sat down in the space provided for her. "Oh, I'm Blizzardfoot!" She replied cheerfully. Without pausing, she continued: "Snowfall is a nice name." And it made sense: the ThunderClan warrior had some white parts on her pelt, which resembled the many patches of snow that fell to the ground during the winter. Whoever named her either the prefix 'snow' did so well.

Now that she thought about it, both of their names- the prefix part- referenced chilly leaf-bare flurries. What a coincidence. Perhaps they were both born in the wintertime; Blizzardfoot was.

"Lots of cats here, huh?" She asked, trying to make small talk. The thought of 'gosh there must be a million cats here' had not quite left her head.

[Splash]

(You're fine ^^)

"Thanks." Flamescar offered her a small smile and then glanced at his friend. "But could you maybe get this one to loosen up?" Larkcry simply scowled at the comment.
"Loosen up!" Cottonspark commands, facing Larkcry, a wide smile on her face. "Live a bit! It's the gathering, and c'mon, just because Flamescar left doesn't mean he still is gone. Live!" she finishes, smiling even wider.

[doghouse]

Cavemist stared around at the assembly of cats, awed by just how many there were now that SkyClan was here. It truly was a breathtaking sight, although not that you want to do that, since RiverClan and ShadowClan had a bit of a... stench,you might say, and neither of those smells were ones that the WindClan warrior was particularly fond of. Flicking his wispy gray till, the large nebelung raised his head and peered around with intense green orbs, searching for someone to talk with, preferably of SkyClan or ThunderClan, not that he really cared. He knew that no matter what, he would probably end up wrinkling his nose or make some comment about how stinky the other Clans were. But probably, the lithe gray tomcat would do both, as Cavemist had no self control whatsoever.

Midgepaw stared in equal amazement and alarm at all the cats, having never seen so many in all their life. It was the apprentice's first gathering, and so far, the WindClan cat wasn't entirely sure they liked it. Their senses were flooded with the smells and the sounds of cats talking to one another, and the mottled black and white apprentice's ears were pinned back, neck fur bristling as they fought for control, all their instincts screaming at them to run, to flee, to get away and go back to the safety of their den, but they held still, for far of getting in trouble, or having a panic attack, in which they sometimes attacked other cats without even knowing that they were doing it.

Kiwituft padded forwards, her nose twitching at the strong, almost overpowering scent of cats, the end of her black and red calico tail flicking to and fro with a hint of uncertainty. There were a lot of cats, and the warrior had never been to a gathering before, and what with the tension between ThunderClan and WindClan, the large ThunderClan warrior had both been nervous and excited to go. She knew that there was a truce, but still, some cats were less keen to follow the Warrior Code than others, though she doubted anyone would dare break the truce, she did expect some arguing. Still, the sight was rather breathtaking, and never had she seen all the Clans in one place before. She'd seen two Clans in one place, once during the liberation battle, but that was it.

[All open!]

[Nico, nico, Ni!]

Gahhh i feel bad i haven't posted in any gathering in months ;-; anyone wanna interact with any of my kitties? just look at my profile and about me and ya'll should know where to go XD quote or mention me.)

[fresh]

Cliffheart, more worried now for his mate and kit, almost completely missed the introduction offered by the tom cat. His pale green eyes shifted back into focus, and his pale green eyes were in slits. He turned his dusty head to the warrior and gave a half hearted smile. "I'm Cliffheart." He offered back. He then shifted his position, so that his twisted leg sat further under him. He didn't exactly feel like explaining that to everyone, even though the position was highly uncomfortable. He gave a sniff, his nostrils flaring as he did so. That way it would be obvious he was checking the other cats scent. Twitching his whiskers he sighed. "Um, please forgive me, but being in Skyclan, I haven't figured out all the scents yet. Which Clan are you from?" He asked, his tone polite and welcoming, unlike most of the present Thunderclan and Windclan cats. But Skyclan didn't seem to know much of the happenings within the four Clans.




Peachpaw, who sat over the the corner by herself, just sat there. She was completely overwhelmed at the sight of the whole place and she loved watching it unfold before her. At one point she caught glimpse of her mother, and she had beckoned the apprentice down, but Peachpaw had stayed. She needed to interact though, she looked like a creep sitting up here staring at everyone. This was her first gathering and it was time to make the most of it. She stood up, fluffy cream and oranges flared tail waved high above her. She trotted down into the mass of cats and searched around, her dark blue eyes looking for some cat. Then she found one, a cat that looked closer to her age. As she approached them, she tried, as Blackice had to,d her, to find their Clan scent, but it was too mingled from all the cats here. She started off with a friendly wave of her tail. "Hello!" She chirped happily. "I'm Peachpaw, and it's nice to meet you!" Bright and cheery, just like always.

"ThunderClan." Flickerheart answered with an ear twitch. Her eyes glanced at his twisted leg, then she quickly looked away. "You know about the conflict between WindClan and ThunderClan, right?"

(Sorry about the short response)

[fresh]

Cavemist stared around at the assembly of cats, awed by just how many there were now that SkyClan was here. It truly was a breathtaking sight, although not that you want to do that, since RiverClan and ShadowClan had a bit of a... stench,you might say, and neither of those smells were ones that the WindClan warrior was particularly fond of. Flicking his wispy gray till, the large nebelung raised his head and peered around with intense green orbs, searching for someone to talk with, preferably of SkyClan or ThunderClan, not that he really cared. He knew that no matter what, he would probably end up wrinkling his nose or make some comment about how stinky the other Clans were. But probably, the lithe gray tomcat would do both, as Cavemist had no self control whatsoever.

Midgepaw stared in equal amazement and alarm at all the cats, having never seen so many in all their life. It was the apprentice's first gathering, and so far, the WindClan cat wasn't entirely sure they liked it. Their senses were flooded with the smells and the sounds of cats talking to one another, and the mottled black and white apprentice's ears were pinned back, neck fur bristling as they fought for control, all their instincts screaming at them to run, to flee, to get away and go back to the safety of their den, but they held still, for far of getting in trouble, or having a panic attack, in which they sometimes attacked other cats without even knowing that they were doing it.

Kiwituft padded forwards, her nose twitching at the strong, almost overpowering scent of cats, the end of her black and red calico tail flicking to and fro with a hint of uncertainty. There were a lot of cats, and the warrior had never been to a gathering before, and what with the tension between ThunderClan and WindClan, the large ThunderClan warrior had both been nervous and excited to go. She knew that there was a truce, but still, some cats were less keen to follow the Warrior Code than others, though she doubted anyone would dare break the truce, she did expect some arguing. Still, the sight was rather breathtaking, and never had she seen all the Clans in one place before. She'd seen two Clans in one place, once during the liberation battle, but that was it.

[All open!]
Why not? :))

Snowpaw sprinted into the Gathering, her white tail twitching with excitement. I can't believe I get to go again! The ShadowClan cat looked eagerly around, looking for another apprentice to talk to- after all, who'd want to just mingle with her own Clan? Why not go and talk to the other cats, that was what a Gathering was for, wasn't it? It was her fourth one, Aspenflash being quite generous with Snowpaw's behavior to let her come, and the she-cat enjoyed every moment of it. It was soooooo boring being cooped up in camp and doing normal training and duties all day.

She spotted an apprentice and ran over to them. "Hey! Is this your first Gathering? It's mine. Do you like it so far?" Snowpaw normally blabbed and most found it annoying, and she hoped this cat didn't. It might and dislike her for it, and that was one of the she's greatest fears- being disliked.

[Charmer]

[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Orange"][SIZE="2"][CENTER]Skypaw twiched his tail. "Not much, just Hunting and Battling." He meowed simply. [B]"So, your mentor seems nice."[/B

"She is," Cherrypaw meowed happily, remembering Tigerdawn's support earlier in the day. "Is yours here with you tonight?" she asked curiously, looking around at all the Windclan cats present.

[Tundra]

(He doesn't have one yet, so its gonna be a NPC for now)

Skypaw nodded. "Mmhmm. She's over there." He mewed, pointing with his tail to a completely black cat except for a white paw and tail tip. "She's pretty nice."

[217]

Sage

A short legged she-cat looked around nervously at all of the taller cats who were all around and chatting. She usually avoided going to the Gafherings if she could, being one of the few cats to stay in camp, but she figured she should stop being a scaredy-squirrel about it and just go; now that she was here, she couldn't regret the decision more. Almost all of the cats were much larger than her, and she felt a strong dislike for her short legs at that moment. Rabbitdust continued looking around at the other felines filling fhe Gathering area - many more than just her Clan, of course, which made her even more nervous. She hated large crowds, because she always felt like at least one cat would be looking at her, judging her for her different appearance. Having both short legs and a lack of tail combined with her shy, nervous nature brought her the misfortune of being pushed around quite a bit as an older kit and apprentice. Sometimes she was even teased about it in her current rank of Warrior.
The Manx of different shades of brown was snapped out of her thoughts at a loud call near her, and when she searched for the source, she found it to be directed towards her. A cat was stumbling towards Rabbitdust, and she rushed to try and get out of the way. Being her clumsy self, though, she tripped and the unknown cat tripped over her. The ShadowClanner heard the voice of the feline call towards her once more, the word "mousebrain" reaching her ears as they disappeared back into the crowd. Rabbutdust sighed, wandering carefully through the crowd to nowhere in particular, though she kept an eye open for a quiet, more open area to sit.

[Pengu]

Brindledawn sat down in the clearing, her long fur brushing the ground. She blinked, her green eyes disappearing and being replaced by her eyelids for a moment. She licked her paw nonchalantly, drawing it over her ear and looking around her at the cats from all different Clans mingling. The scent of WindClan bathed her fur, and she felt hunger gnawing at her belly - she had not eaten since the sun had risen in the sky. When Copperfur offered me that mouse, I should've eaten it. Instead, I wanted to catch my own prey but it was right before the Gathering and now I'm hungry! The wiry cat was wailing inside, but her face betrayed no emotion while she looked at her friend, Copperfur.

Smokeclaw glanced around him warily before padding over to a brindle-furred she-cat seated next to a copper-furred cat near the edge of the clearing. "Brindledawn, Copperfur." He dipped his head respectfully before settling down. The ThunderClan cat was friends with the other felines, though was not afraid to meet the pair in battle. And it might happen. Can't make too many friends of another residence, can I? The pale-grey cat thought.

[Ivy]

Beau
Soaringcrane entered the small clearing where the four clans resided at the moment. The sight took his breath away even if he had been to the Seastones many times. Clan scents mingled as cats talked to each other. It had been very peaceful these past few seasons except for little tiffs here and there. He gazed at Crestfeather and instinctively felt protective towards her in the large swarm of cats. He stepped closer to the smaller cat and wrapped his tail around her, his tail tip touching her furry flank. Leaning down he lowered his voice to a whisper, "If you want to, you can go ahead and talk, or you can stay close to me if you'd prefer." Feeling very accomplished as her guardian, he gave his white chest a few licks. Then he realized he sounded like an overbearing mother cat who was letting her kit go out of the Nursery. He gave a small growl ro himself though it came out louder than he intended. "Crestfeather, maybe we can have time afterards to go down to the beach?" His meow was hopeful. "I may disappear for a while after the Gathering ends, but I'll find you if we ever get seperated." He glanced back at the beach. Gentle waves were lapping at the sand, pulling and pushing the grains. The moon sparkled and dazzled the beach, making the sand look like glimmery particles.

[Mango]

Cucumberpickle stood awkwardly at the gathering, hated gatherings ever since they found the other clans and didn't like going one bit. He scowled and slumped his shoulders as he sat down nosily on a rock. His fur was unkempt and his eyes were narrow, he impatiently flicked his tail back and forth hoping the gathering would start soon that's the only good part is hearing other clans problems (open)

Fennelheart smiled and tiptoed around the gathering she was so happy that Skyclan was finally able to come to gatherings, she thanked Starclan for her leader, Grousestar before settling down in the open clearing. Surrounded by clanmates, Thunderclanners, and Windclanners. She was content and curious to talk to someone. (open)

Yewclaw wandered around jealous that the pretty she-cats were from either Thunderclan or Skyclan, he muttered under his breathe," we don't get any pretty she-cats in Windclan." He saw a tom from his clan walking behind him so he slapped him hard with his tail and started laughing in amusement," these gatherings are sooo....boring." He muttered to himself since he never thinks quietly (open)

Quailheart limped to the gathering and got herself propped up on a treestump. She sighed remembering the terror and excitement in her first gathering... it must have been Vixenpaw-Vixenblaze who showed me to the other apprentices, and Wadepaw-Wadepuddle who laughed at my missing paw. Brokenleg was the warrior who yelled at Wadepuddle for bullying. I wonder what happened to all them now(open)

Peachrain licked her paw gently and sighed," I've been going to gatherings my whole life and only three have been interesting, my first gathering, my first gathering as a warrior, and the one where they declared they'd fight off the Dark Forest and there were EE leaders who were evil. Luckily, all is well in Thunderclan minus the fact that we..."killed Shrikecall in a border squeamish (open)

Cuckootree curled up in a ball against a small shrub and fell asleep muttering the words," I love Thunderclan, Thunderclan is my home. I'd die for Thunderclan." (open)

Ferngaze waved goodbye to Rosedfern and looked around in silence for a cat from Skyclan to talk to, most Windclanner's wouldn't talk to her because her clan killed Shrikecall, no matter the fact that she repeated the fact that she wasn't on the patrol that killed Shrikecall. (open)

Rosefern padded over to the apprentice group and watched from a short distance away remembering her apprenticehood and how she thought she'd be Thunderclan's next deputy, oh how wrong she was. (open)

Owlstone the paralyzed warrior layed in the clearing chewing on her tounge she sighed deeply," Why did those rouges have to attack Thunderclan why not Riverclan..." (Open)

Chameleonpaw scampered over to a heard of apprentices," Eyy.. It's Chameleonpaw, but you can call me Chameleon or Cham, or best yet...Cham-Bam!" She yowled in excitement," Oh, also I'm from Thunderclan the coolest clan of all, and I never said best clan, just coolest!" (open)

Elmpaw approaches the gathering and sat down staring at a rock repeating one thing," I can't fall in love with a she-cat from any other clan, only from Shadowclan." (open)

Dungpaw ran around but finally slumped down and grunted,"Ugh... Shadowclan is not made for running, especially fat ones." (open)

Rasperrybubble walked around purring,"Does anyone want to talk to a Shadowclanner!" She yowled exausted from her run with Halestar (open)

[Blue Jay]

Blizzardfoot eagerly sat down in the space provided for her. "Oh, I'm Blizzardfoot!" She replied cheerfully. Without pausing, she continued: "Snowfall is a nice name." And it made sense: the ThunderClan warrior had some white parts on her pelt, which resembled the many patches of snow that fell to the ground during the winter. Whoever named her either the prefix 'snow' did so well.

Now that she thought about it, both of their names- the prefix part- referenced chilly leaf-bare flurries. What a coincidence. Perhaps they were both born in the wintertime; Blizzardfoot was.

"Lots of cats here, huh?" She asked, trying to make small talk. The thought of 'gosh there must be a million cats here' had not quite left her head.

Snowfall grinned at her compliment. "Why, thank you, your name is very nice as well," she replied, "Nice to meet you, Blizzardfoot."

Her eyes scanned the hordes of clan cats as the RiverClan warrior made another statement. She noticed the air around her was getting hot due to all of the extra body heat. "Yeah, there must be hundreds!" She exclaimed. "Anyway, How is RiverClan doing?" She questioned. The ThunderClan cat suddenly realized that she hadn't gone so long without her mind wandering to Sprucefur. At least I'm not thinking about him all the time now, not that I would mind thinking about him every second of the day.

[ShiningFern]

Yewclaw wandered around jealous that the pretty she-cats were from either Thunderclan or Skyclan, he muttered under his breathe," we don't get any pretty she-cats in Windclan." He saw a tom from his clan walking behind him so he slapped him hard with his tail and started laughing in amusement," these gatherings are sooo....boring." He muttered to himself since he never thinks quietly (open)



Applewhisker was still staring around the gathering area, not yet finding someone to talk to. She walked past a windclan tom, at least she thought he was, a heard him muttering to himself. Turning, the white shecat with orange and black dapples mewed, "What were you saying? I heard you muttering something....Oh, and I am Applewhisker of Skyclan."

[dionysus]

@Beau (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=114)
Soaringcrane entered the small clearing where the four clans resided at the moment. The sight took his breath away even if he had been to the Seastones many times. Clan scents mingled as cats talked to each other. It had been very peaceful these past few seasons except for little tiffs here and there. He gazed at Crestfeather and instinctively felt protective towards her in the large swarm of cats. He stepped closer to the smaller cat and wrapped his tail around her, his tail tip touching her furry flank. Leaning down he lowered his voice to a whisper, "If you want to, you can go ahead and talk, or you can stay close to me if you'd prefer." Feeling very accomplished as her guardian, he gave his white chest a few licks. Then he realized he sounded like an overbearing mother cat who was letting her kit go out of the Nursery. He gave a small growl ro himself though it came out louder than he intended. "Crestfeather, maybe we can have time afterards to go down to the beach?" His meow was hopeful. "I may disappear for a while after the Gathering ends, but I'll find you if we ever get seperated." He glanced back at the beach. Gentle waves were lapping at the sand, pulling and pushing the grains. The moon sparkled and dazzled the beach, making the sand look like glimmery particles.

Crestfeather padded into the gathering proudly with her head high. It was her first gathering as a warrior and she wanted to look as respectable as possible. The molly's eyes flitted this way and that, looking at each passing cat and flicking her ears in every direction as they picked up snippets of conversation. Though she'd been to gatherings before, the sheer number of cats from each clan was slightly overwhelming and she couldn't make out any scent from the tangle of clan scents that filled every inch of the gathering place. Crestfeather brushed against Soaringcrane and felt herself calming down as he wrapped his tail around her. The young warrior smiled at his words, thinking of how similar he sounded to a queen. As a boisterous apprentice, she would have bristled at his words, but her personality had calmed as she got older and she decided not to say anything. Soon after Soaringcrane offered to stay near her though, he growled and asked for time after the gathering. She furrowed her brows at his growl and answered dubiously, "Of course." Crestfeather nodded at his assertion that he'd find her and took a tentative step forward, hoping someone would talk to her. She didn't know any cats from any of the other clans, but the gathering is a place to make friends. Crestfeather just didn't know how to go about it.

[Mango]

Applewhisker was still staring around the gathering area, not yet finding someone to talk to. She walked past a windclan tom, at least she thought he was, a heard him muttering to himself. Turning, the white shecat with orange and black dapples mewed, "What were you saying? I heard you muttering something....Oh, and I am Applewhisker of Skyclan."
Yewclaw glanced up at Applewhisker " I'm Yewclaw of Windclan. I was just complaining about the gathering to myself." He meowed giving himself a quick lick.

[Ivy]

Crestfeather padded into the gathering proudly with her head high. It was her first gathering as a warrior and she wanted to look as respectable as possible. The molly's eyes flitted this way and that, looking at each passing cat and flicking her ears in every direction as they picked up snippets of conversation. Though she'd been to gatherings before, the sheer number of cats from each clan was slightly overwhelming and she couldn't make out any scent from the tangle of clan scents that filled every inch of the gathering place. Crestfeather brushed against Soaringcrane and felt herself calming down as he wrapped his tail around her. The young warrior smiled at his words, thinking of how similar he sounded to a queen. As a boisterous apprentice, she would have bristled at his words, but her personality had calmed as she got older and she decided not to say anything. Soon after Soaringcrane offered to stay near her though, he growled and asked for time after the gathering. She furrowed her brows at his growl and answered dubiously, "Of course." Crestfeather nodded at his assertion that he'd find her and took a tentative step forward, hoping someone would talk to her. She didn't know any cats from any of the other clans, but the gathering is a place to make friends. Crestfeather just didn't know how to go about it.

Soaringcrane realized that he didn't have anyone to talk to.
Feeling even more intimitated, he took a step to stand by Crestfeather awkwardly. After a few moments of awkward silence he looked down, not being able to look at her directly in the eye. "Maybe I could stick by you for a bit..." He mumbled, feeling his ego being pushed down. "If you don't mind that is." The tom added.

[dionysus]

Soaringcrane realized that he didn't have anyone to talk to.
Feeling even more intimitated, he took a step to stand by Crestfeather awkwardly. After a few moments of awkward silence he looked down,
not being able to look at her directly in the eye. "Maybe I could stick by you for a bit..." He mumbled, feeling his ego being pushed down. "If you don't mind that is." The tom added.

Crestfeather had just stepped away when Soaringcrane stepped up to her again. The tom looked embarrassed as her eyes moved to him and he didn't look up at her. A wide smile formed on her face and Crestfeather twitched her whiskers in amusement. "I don't know..." She purred teasingly, "It's just such a hassle to have you near." The she-cat acted as if she was pondering a difficult question and flicked her tail at Soaringcrane, dragging the feathery tip over his nose. Crestfeather giggled and nudged him affectionately, purring gently, "Of course you can stick around!"

The molly sat down and faced the leaders, waiting for the announcements to start. Part of her wanted to mingle with the other clans, but she was also slightly nervous about all the strange cats. Maybe next gathering. She decided optimistically, leaning her head on Soaringcrane's foreleg.

[Gusty]

Snowfall grinned at her compliment. "Why, thank you, your name is very nice as well," she replied, "Nice to meet you, Blizzardfoot."

Her eyes scanned the hordes of clan cats as the RiverClan warrior made another statement. She noticed the air around her was getting hot due to all of the extra body heat. "Yeah, there must be hundreds!" She exclaimed. "Anyway, How is RiverClan doing?" She questioned. The ThunderClan cat suddenly realized that she hadn't gone so long without her mind wandering to Sprucefur. At least I'm not thinking about him all the time now, not that I would mind thinking about him every second of the day.

Blizzardfoot cocked her head to the side slightly, looking forwards at her RiverClan leader Russetstar. "We're doing... well, I suppose. I guess it could be worse." Because it was true. Tensions were slightly growing, she believed, but it still wasn't horrible, like the Evil Era so many moons ago. Anything was better than that.

"ThunderClan's okay too?" She asked. It seemed only polite to ask the same question back.

[Ivy]

Crestfeather had just stepped away when Soaringcrane stepped up to her again. The tom looked embarrassed as her eyes moved to him and he didn't look up at her. A wide smile formed on her face and Crestfeather twitched her whiskers in amusement. "I don't know..." She purred teasingly, "It's just such a hassle to have you near." The she-cat acted as if she was pondering a difficult question and flicked her tail at Soaringcrane, dragging the feathery tip over his nose. Crestfeather giggled and nudged him affectionately, purring gently, "Of course you can stick around!"

The molly sat down and faced the leaders, waiting for the announcements to start. Part of her wanted to mingle with the other clans, but she was also slightly nervous about all the strange cats. Maybe next gathering. She decided optimistically, leaning her head on Soaringcrane's foreleg.


Soaringcrane relaxed his muscles when she agreed to let him stay with her. He draped his tail over her back. "This was supposed to be a good social event for your first time as a warrior. I'm sorry Crestfeather." HE sighed,
feeling mad at himself. This was supposed to be her best night ever and he had ruined it. However, a little relief came to him that no one seemed to want to talk to Crestfeather. That meant he could have her to himself and soon she could officially be his mate if she said yes! He smiled awkwardly at Crestfeather. "You look radiant tonight, Crestfeather. The moon shines upon your fur rather nicely." He said, honestly. Hopefully they could leave after announcements so that they would have time to use the last bit of moonlight to ask her his question. He fidgeted, trying to get comfortable while also making sure she was comfortable with his tail over her back.

[Gusty]

Cuckootree curled up in a ball against a small shrub and fell asleep muttering the words," I love Thunderclan, Thunderclan is my home. I'd die for Thunderclan." (open)
((Hope you don't mind if I rp with you aha))
Waspwhisker was at the gathering, sitting in his normal spot near the back of the clearing. The cats were clustered comfortably by him, but not too close, which was what he preferred. Given the choice, Wasp would rather stay near the front of the mound (he liked to hear about other clan's business; it was interesting) but there were too many cats there today. He needed space to think. Pelts that brushed due to lack of space bothered him.

At least he could hear the leader's speech clearly here, at the back of the clearing. He was listening to the conversations with a sense of eagerness until he realized that, to the left of him, a warrior had fallen asleep.

Ignorant, he thought. Why would that feline fall asleep on top of a shrub? Wouldn't it prickle his pelt and make him uncomfortable? How did he even manage to fall asleep in the first place- gosh, it was loud in this area, with the combined mews of leaders and warriors and apprentices.

Waspwhisker assumed that Cuckootree was a ThunderClan warrior from the mutterings escaping from his half-open mouth. Great, now that warrior is distracting me.

[Mango]

((Hope you don't mind if I rp with you aha))
Waspwhisker was at the gathering, sitting in his normal spot near the back of the clearing. The cats were clustered comfortably by him, but not too close, which was what he preferred. Given the choice, Wasp would rather stay near the front of the mound (he liked to hear about other clan's business; it was interesting) but there were too many cats there today. He needed space to think. Pelts that brushed due to lack of space bothered him.

At least he could hear the leader's speech clearly here, at the back of the clearing. He was listening to the conversations with a sense of eagerness until he realized that, to the left of him, a warrior had fallen asleep.

Ignorant, he thought. Why would that feline fall asleep on top of a shrub? Wouldn't it prickle his pelt and make him uncomfortable? How did he even manage to fall asleep in the first place- gosh, it was loud in this area, with the combined mews of leaders and warriors and apprentices.

Waspwhisker assumed that Cuckootree was a ThunderClan warrior from the mutterings escaping from his half-open mouth. Great, now that warrior is distracting me.
Cuckootree rolled over into a weak spot of the shrub and fell into the shrub yowling in shock,"dang I'm stuck." He meowed unaware of the warriors near by.

[dionysus]

Soaringcrane relaxed his muscles when she agreed to let him stay with her. He draped his tail over her back. "This was supposed to be a good social event for your first time as a warrior. I'm sorry Crestfeather." HE sighed,
feeling mad at himself. This was supposed to be her best night ever and he had ruined it. However, a little relief came to him that no one seemed to want to talk to Crestfeather. That meant he could have her to himself and soon she could officially be his mate if she said yes! He smiled awkwardly at Crestfeather. "You look radiant tonight, Crestfeather. The moon shines upon your fur rather nicely." He said, honestly. Hopefully they could leave after announcements so that they would have time to use the last bit of moonlight to ask her his question. He fidgeted, trying to get comfortable while also making sure she was comfortable with his tail over her back.

Crestfeather looked up at Soaringcrane with a frown and batted a paw at him. "Stop that." She ordered in a firm voice, "I made the choice to sit to the side. I'm very glad you're here with me. Besides, it's not like any other cat is jumping at the opportunity to talk to me." The she-cat deflated slightly, upset that no one seemed interested in becoming her friend. Crestfeather was outgoing and normally wouldn't have hesitated before jumping into any conversation. But tonight, she was content to sit with Soaringcrane unless another cat wanted specifically to strike up a conversation with her. The mental reminder that she was happy to sit with Soaringcrane perked Crestfeather up, and she curled her tail over her paws. Soaringcrane's compliment made her smile and she purred, "You look rather handsome yourself." The statement sent an instinctive jolt of worry through until she remembered that he wasn't her mentor anymore and she could flirt with him if she wanted.

[dino.]

"Loosen up!" Cottonspark commands, facing Larkcry, a wide smile on her face. "Live a bit! It's the gathering, and c'mon, just because Flamescar left doesn't mean he still is gone. Live!" she finishes, smiling even wider.
The gray tom sighed, but couldn't help but smiling. "You're right," he mewed. "Sorry, Flamescar."

[Ivy]

Crestfeather looked up at Soaringcrane with a frown and batted a paw at him. "Stop that." She ordered in a firm voice, "I made the choice to sit to the side. I'm very glad you're here with me. Besides, it's not like any other cat is jumping at the opportunity to talk to me." The she-cat deflated slightly, upset that no one seemed interested in becoming her friend. Crestfeather was outgoing and normally wouldn't have hesitated before jumping into any conversation. But tonight, she was content to sit with Soaringcrane unless another cat wanted specifically to strike up a conversation with her. The mental reminder that she was happy to sit with Soaringcrane perked Crestfeather up, and she curled her tail over her paws. Soaringcrane's compliment made her smile and she purred, "You look rather handsome yourself." The statement sent an instinctive jolt of worry through until she remembered that he wasn't her mentor anymore and she could flirt with him if she wanted.


Soaringcrane smirked at her when she complimented his looks.
"So you admit that I'm very good-looking, Crest?" He asked as he lay down on the soft sand, not caring that his fur was getting sand in it. "I can't blame you.
I'm a very likable tom." He gave his chest a few licks. "All the ladies love me."
He let out a throaty purr of pride. Of course, that was not true, but Soaringcrane considered himself to be a very handsome tom. The tan tom snuck a glance at the pretty she cat. He wanted to tell her right there and then how much he loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his moons living with her, raise a family, share a nest with her, and love her dearly. However,
he wanted to be alone to share how he felt about her for fear of rejection and he also guessed that Crestfeather would feel rather uncomfortable if he asked her right there and then. "Anything you want to talk about?" He asked her casually.

[dionysus]

Soaringcrane smirked at her when she complimented his looks.
"So you admit that I'm very good-looking, Crest?" He asked as he lay down on the soft sand, not caring that his fur was getting sand in it. "I can't blame you.
I'm a very likable tom." He gave his chest a few licks. "All the ladies love me."
He let out a throaty purr of pride. Of course, that was not true, but Soaringcrane considered himself to be a very handsome tom. The tan tom snuck a glance at the pretty she cat. He wanted to tell her right there and then how much he loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his moons living with her, raise a family, share a nest with her, and love her dearly. However,
he wanted to be alone to share how he felt about her for fear of rejection and he also guessed that Crestfeather would feel rather uncomfortable if he asked her right there and then. "Anything you want to talk about?" He asked her casually.

Crestfeather laughed as she sunk into a more comfortable position on her stomach. "Oh yes, simply gorgeous!" She mockingly gushed, "I've had to fight off all the other she-cats with tooth and claw!" The warrior's eyes glittered as she teased the tom, until she realized what she was insinuating and snapped her mouth shut. Crestfeather glanced at Soaringcrane as he purred and licked his chest fur, grooming down her own pristine coat just to have something to do. Her eyes flicked over to his and she moved them back down to the sand. Heat radiated from her face as he asked if there was anything she wanted to talk about, feeling certain that he'd caught her little slip earlier. "O-oh I don't know..." She stammered quietly, flustered. Her eyes moved up to him and back down again and she murmured, "Is there something you want to talk about?"

[ShiningFern]

Yewclaw glanced up at Applewhisker " I'm Yewclaw of Windclan. I was just complaining about the gathering to myself." He meowed giving himself a quick lick.

"Seems pretty boring to me. Besides the fact you can tell there are way more apprentices than normal." Applewhisker said, looking at Yewclaw, "Nice to meet you." The pretty skyclan shecat sat down by the windclan tom.

[Mango]

"Seems pretty boring to me. Besides the fact you can tell there are way more apprentices than normal." Applewhisker said, looking at Yewclaw, "Nice to meet you." The pretty skyclan shecat sat down by the windclan tom.
Yewclaw nodded," Before long there won't be enough warriors to mentor the apprentices and we'll have queens mentoring apprentices. I usually can find an excuse to skip gatherings, but some reason Blazingstar said all his strongest warriors need to be at the gathering, which I don't quite understand why, it makes most sense for a full moon attack to be done at camp rather than the gathering in my opinion atleast."

[ShiningFern]

Yewclaw nodded," Before long there won't be enough warriors to mentor the apprentices and we'll have queens mentoring apprentices. I usually can find an excuse to skip gatherings, but some reason Blazingstar said all his strongest warriors need to be at the gathering, which I don't quite understand why, it makes most sense for a full moon attack to be done at camp rather than the gathering in my opinion atleast."

"I would skip the gathering if I could. But I was persuaded to come and meet everyone." Applewhisker mewed, ear perking as she heard him say something about an attack. "Why would your camp be attacked? It is Gathering night, so there is a truce...Is there something going on between your clan and another one." She paused a moment to lick her paw before continuing, "Sorry if it seems like I am trying to pry, it is just Skyclan is still so far away from most of the other clans and we aren't up to speed with all the clan news normally."

[Undercover]

Little Bird


Cottonfrost stepped into the clearing, looking around with cold blue eyes. His tail flicked slowly back and forth and he casually searched around for a spot. He found a clear area a few tail lengths away. Padding over to it, the tom settled down, not in a hurry, and wrapped his tail around his paws.

(Sorry it's so short, gtg)

[Cosmo]

Little Bird


Cottonfrost stepped into the clearing, looking around with cold blue eyes. His tail flicked slowly back and forth and he casually searched around for a spot. He found a clear area a few tail lengths away. Padding over to it, the tom settled down, not in a hurry, and wrapped his tail around his paws.

(Sorry it's so short, gtg)


(It's fine)
A brown tabby molly sat still. Her green orbs scanning the area. Mostly it was just cats casually talking. Suddenly her gaze caught on a lone cat. One away from the others. Doesong narrowed her eyes. Who could that be? Suddenly a realization hit the young molly. Cottonfrost! they had met at the border a while ago. As in a long while ago. Things had happened between then. Doesong had met Flame, which was the best part. But it would never hurt to see someone you knew like Cottonfrost. Who cares if he was ThunderClan? Doesong got to her feet, and padded over to the tom. "Cottonfrost." she said to get his attention.

[Ivy]

Crestfeather laughed as she sunk into a more comfortable position on her stomach. "Oh yes, simply gorgeous!" She mockingly gushed, "I've had to fight off all the other she-cats with tooth and claw!" The warrior's eyes glittered as she teased the tom, until she realized what she was insinuating and snapped her mouth shut. Crestfeather glanced at Soaringcrane as he purred and licked his chest fur, grooming down her own pristine coat just to have something to do. Her eyes flicked over to his and she moved them back down to the sand. Heat radiated from her face as he asked if there was anything she wanted to talk about, feeling certain that he'd caught her little slip earlier. "O-oh I don't know..." She stammered quietly, flustered. Her eyes moved up to him and back down again and she murmured, "Is there something you want to talk about?"


Soaringcrane widened his eyes a little as she teased him about fighting for his attention. Did she....love him? However, he realized he had gotten his hopes up when she didn't know what to talk about. When asked about what he wanted to talk about, he felt flustered. Why yes Crestfeather there is something I want to talk about. You and me. I love you more than anything that the clans could offer me. You're my star in the darkness. You are the cat who I feel like I could do anything with. And you're the cat who makes my heart swoon.He thought, but instead replied with, "Well I was thinking about your last assessment and how we could've worked on your speed.
Can't be my apprentice without being one of the fastest cats out here."
He said jokingly, nudging her shoulder. "Thanks for the meal by the way tonight. That was a nice gift." He said smiling. A gift...a gift... Soaringcrane's ears almost went down. Was he supposed to get Crestfeather a gift?! No, it's okay. The gift wouldn't be needed to convince her to be his mate.
Crestfeather was better than that. He relaxed.

[dionysus]

Soaringcrane widened his eyes a little as she teased him about fighting for his attention. Did she....love him? However, he realized he had gotten his hopes up when she didn't know what to talk about. When asked about what he wanted to talk about, he felt flustered. Why yes Crestfeather there is something I want to talk about. You and me. I love you more than anything that the clans could offer me. You're my star in the darkness. You are the cat who I feel like I could do anything with. And you're the cat who makes my heart swoon.He thought, but instead replied with, "Well I was thinking about your last assessment and how we could've worked on your speed.
Can't be my apprentice without being one of the fastest cats out here."
He said jokingly, nudging her shoulder. "Thanks for the meal by the way tonight. That was a nice gift." He said smiling. A gift...a gift... Soaringcrane's ears almost went down. Was he supposed to get Crestfeather a gift?! No, it's okay. The gift wouldn't be needed to convince her to be his mate.
Crestfeather was better than that. He relaxed.
Crestfeather looked expectantly at Soaringcrane, hoping...hoping for what? She didn't know but she did know that it definitely wasn't the words that came out of Soaringcrabe's mouth. "Oh." She said, sadly. Her ears flattened and she looked off into the shrubbery, anywhere but at Soaringcrane. What was I expecting? I guess he really doesn't love me. Tears start welling up in her eyes and she blinked furiously, desperate to show Soaringcrane she was tough. "I'll work on my speed." She meowed in a weak voice, cursing herself for letting emotion creep into her tone.

[Ivy]

Crestfeather looked expectantly at Soaringcrane, hoping...hoping for what? She didn't know but she did know that it definitely wasn't the words that came out of Soaringcrabe's mouth. "Oh." She said, sadly. Her ears flattened and she looked off into the shrubbery, anywhere but at Soaringcrane. What was I expecting? I guess he really doesn't love me. Tears start welling up in her eyes and she blinked furiously, desperate to show Soaringcrane she was tough. "I'll work on my speed." She meowed in a weak voice, cursing herself for letting emotion creep into her tone.

Soaringcrane realized his terrible mistake and watched as she hid her face. He could see tears splatter onto the dry sand. "No Crestfeather. Your speed is perfect and so is the rest of you!" He protested as he tried to reason with her. "You're my best friend in all of the clans and I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm sorry for saying that. You are so much more than just your speed." He forced her to look at him, using his nose to go under her chin and bring him to face her. Carefully, he licked her face, trying to wash away the tears.

[dionysus]

Soaringcrane realized his terrible mistake and watched as she hid her face. He could see tears splatter onto the dry sand. "No Crestfeather. Your speed is perfect and so is the rest of you!" He protested as he tried to reason with her. "You're my best friend in all of the clans and I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm sorry for saying that. You are so much more than just your speed." He forced her to look at him, using his nose to go under her chin and bring him to face her. Carefully, he licked her face, trying to wash away the tears.


Crestfeather listened to Soaringcrane's apology guiltily. His words wouldn't have hurt her if she wasn't so uncertain of everything at the moment. The molly felt like yowling at the stars, angry that she was so confused and that Soaringcrane was acting so weird, though she wasn't angry at him. She willingly let him move her face and groom away the few stray tears that had leaked out of her eyes. Cursing herself for appearing weak, Crestfeather focused all of her power on alleviating the sadness that blocked her throat and spilled out of her eyes like drops of rain from an angry cloud. Mercifully, she managed to regain control, bottling up what she was feeling.

The new warrior cleared her throat and gave Soaringcrane her most convincing smile. "I'm sorry about that. You have nothing to apologize about, that was a valid note. I should be listening to advice and using it to get better to serve Windclan as best as I can. It must just be the stress of being a warrior getting to me," the molly lied with a strained chuckle. She turned back to look at the leaders, thumping her tail impatiently against the ground, itching to run back through Windclan territory, back through time to when things were easier and not nearly as confusing.

[rubinaito]

Trailing after the apprentice, Nightbreeze let out an annoyed sigh, her tail lashing back and forth as they made their way into the clearing. It had only been a short amount of time that Ashpaw was under Nightbreeze's guiding wing, but the warrior felt as if she had aged twenty more moons. He was so rambunctious and wild, even the feisty cat couldn't keep up with him. I swear... his mother didn't teach him anything. She sighed quietly to herself. Taking in a deep breath, the warm scent of the sea comforting her, Nightbreeze scanned across the clearing to see if she could find anyone to sit by. It would be nice to introduce Ashpaw to some other clan cats. After moons of isolation in Skyclan, Nightbreeze couldn't imagine not being friendly with them. Turning back, a gasp left her chest as she frantically looked around for her apprentice, quickly whipping her head back and forth. "Where has he run off to this time?!" The warrior hissed in annoyance before spotting Ashpaw over by a few cats she had never met before. Sprinting after the apprentice, she snatched the end of his tail, giving the two other warriors a sympathetic look. "Sorry if he bothered you, still getting him used to interacting with others." She shot Ashpaw a serious look before dragging him over by the tail and picking up the young apprentice by the scruff, carrying him away into the crowd. "You need to stop running away, it's easy to get lost during a gathering. I don't wan't you ending up in another clans camp by accident, so stay close, got it?" Nightbreeze muttered through the apprentice's fur. Really, she sounded like a worried mother more than an upset mentor. It was obvious she cared for her apprentice, but she'd be lying if she said that he wasn't running her gray.
(Sorry it took me awhile to reply! I don't think I got the notification I was quoted, heh.)

"It's no problem," Breezerunner chuckled. "It was actually a good thing he came over. Neverwing and I were... having a very tense discussion about recent events." She waved at Ashpaw with a beaming smile as he was tugged away, before turning to give Neverwing the stink eye and getting up. "We'll talk later, Neverwing." She hissed under her breath, walking off.
Neverwing blinked at Breezerunner, and chuckled nervously before walking back towards his clan members.

"Oh, uh, sorry Nightbreeze." Ashpaw ducked his head in embarrassment and shame. "It's just so... so... exciting! I mean, look at all these cats!" He wiggled out of her grasp, landing on the ground and spinning around to face her. "I didn't think that there could be this many cats in one place! And everyone smells so different, it's clogging up my nose." He wrinkled his muzzle up, crossing his eyes to stare at the offending appendage. "And by golly, there's so many cats looking like they want to tear each others throat's out, especially those two I was talking to. I wonder what's been happening with the other clans?" Ashpaw turned his head to look towards the Seastones, eyes wide. "And wow, look at the leaders! They're so different from each other, and those two-" He pointed at Snowstar and Blazingstar. "-look like they hate each other. There's so many emotions, and so much energy here!" Ashpaw bounced on the tips of his paws, unable to contain his own energy. "I'm glad you took me here, Nightbreeze!" He bounded forward and nuzzled her happily, before pulling away and looking around.

[Ivy]

Crestfeather listened to Soaringcrane's apology guiltily. His words wouldn't have hurt her if she wasn't so uncertain of everything at the moment. The molly felt like yowling at the stars, angry that she was so confused and that Soaringcrane was acting so weird, though she wasn't angry at him. She willingly let him move her face and groom away the few stray tears that had leaked out of her eyes. Cursing herself for appearing weak, Crestfeather focused all of her power on alleviating the sadness that blocked her throat and spilled out of her eyes like drops of rain from an angry cloud. Mercifully, she managed to regain control, bottling up what she was feeling.

The new warrior cleared her throat and gave Soaringcrane her most convincing smile. "I'm sorry about that. You have nothing to apologize about, that was a valid note. I should be listening to advice and using it to get better to serve Windclan as best as I can. It must just be the stress of being a warrior getting to me," the molly lied with a strained chuckle. She turned back to look at the leaders, thumping her tail impatiently against the ground, itching to run back through Windclan territory, back through time to when things were easier and not nearly as confusing.


Soaringcrane felt guilty as he watched her stammer out that her new duties and responsibilities were taking a toll on her. He had secretly hoped that it was because she felt a little nervous around him and loved him. That wasn't the case though. He licked her head. "You're a wonderful warrior already Crestfeather and maybe someday, a tom will be lucky to sweep you off your paws and ask you to be his mate." The tom was pretty sure that the beautiful tortie did not return his affections if he were to tell her. He watched her look at the leaders impatiently. She probably just wants to go home and forget about this night. I've ruined it. Her first gathering as a warrior. Now when she looks back on this she'll think of me and how I am the biggest rabbit brain in all of the clans. He thought negatively to himself. Maybe it was best that he could introduce her to one of his friends and let her go off with him. She'd be much happier with someone who could treat her better. She deserved the world and he couldn't give her that. He couldn't treat her like she was the only cat in the world.

[dionysus]

Soaringcrane felt guilty as he watched her stammer out that her new duties and responsibilities were taking a toll on her. He had secretly hoped that it was because she felt a little nervous around him and loved him. That wasn't the case though. He licked her head. "You're a wonderful warrior already Crestfeather and maybe someday, a tom will be lucky to sweep you off your paws and ask you to be his mate." The tom was pretty sure that the beautiful tortie did not return his affections if he were to tell her. He watched her look at the leaders impatiently. She probably just wants to go home and forget about this night. I've ruined it. Her first gathering as a warrior. Now when she looks back on this she'll think of me and how I am the biggest rabbit brain in all of the clans. He thought negatively to himself. Maybe it was best that he could introduce her to one of his friends and let her go off with him. She'd be much happier with someone who could treat her better. She deserved the world and he couldn't give her that. He couldn't treat her like she was the only cat in the world.

An awkward energy sparked the air between them and Crestfeather sighed as she listened to Soaringcrane's words. At the end of his sentence, the proud molly bristled and spat, "I'm not just destined to be some tom's mate." It was the combination of her pride and the thought of being some other tom's mate that made her angry. She wasn't against taking a mate, she just didn't like when it was insinuated that she-cat's were meant to just be queens. In fact, Crestfeather had a dream life planned out for herself, and a lot of it included being Soaringcrane's mate. She wanted to work hard and become a respected warrior with Soaringcrane as her mate and a loving family. She wanted it all, and now that she was older, the thought of kits was growing on her. The molly realized quickly that Soaringcrane most likely didn't mean to cause offense and immediately felt bad for snapping at him. It was just her quick temper getting in her way once again. But the thought of taking some other Windclan warrior as her mate made the she-cat sick. Her fur flattened and Crestfeather sighed, "I'm so sorry, Soaringcrane. I know that's not how you meant it. I just don't want to think about being some random warrior's mate right now. You know how quick my temper is too. Sometimes I just don't stop and think. I let it get the best of me." The molly reached up to give his cheek an apologetic lick and asked, "Do you want to go for a walk? This doesn't look like it's going to be starting anytime soon and I think all the cats in here are making me nervous." Their not what's making me nervous! You are! She thought desperately.

[Blue Jay]

Blizzardfoot cocked her head to the side slightly, looking forwards at her RiverClan leader Russetstar. "We're doing... well, I suppose. I guess it could be worse." Because it was true. Tensions were slightly growing, she believed, but it still wasn't horrible, like the Evil Era so many moons ago. Anything was better than that.

"ThunderClan's okay too?" She asked. It seemed only polite to ask the same question back.

"Uh, yeah, ThunderClan is coping fine," she replied, "I'm glad RiverClan is faring well, too." She gave a small smile to Blizzardfoot, an understanding look in her eyes. With a slight sigh, the she-cat then muttered so lowly that she wondered if the other warrior could hear, "Yeah, I guess it could be worse." Snowfall had no words to say after that. With fear that she couldn't say anything that would lighten up the conversation, she just gazed towards her leader, Snowstar.

[Ivy]

An awkward energy sparked the air between them and Crestfeather sighed as she listened to Soaringcrane's words. At the end of his sentence, the proud molly bristled and spat, "I'm not just destined to be some tom's mate." It was the combination of her pride and the thought of being some other tom's mate that made her angry. She wasn't against taking a mate, she just didn't like when it was insinuated that she-cat's were meant to just be queens. In fact, Crestfeather had a dream life planned out for herself, and a lot of it included being Soaringcrane's mate. She wanted to work hard and become a respected warrior with Soaringcrane as her mate and a loving family. She wanted it all, and now that she was older, the thought of kits was growing on her. The molly realized quickly that Soaringcrane most likely didn't mean to cause offense and immediately felt bad for snapping at him. It was just her quick temper getting in her way once again. But the thought of taking some other Windclan warrior as her mate made the she-cat sick. Her fur flattened and Crestfeather sighed, "I'm so sorry, Soaringcrane. I know that's not how you meant it. I just don't want to think about being some random warrior's mate right now. You know how quick my temper is too. Sometimes I just don't stop and think. I let it get the best of me." The molly reached up to give his cheek an apologetic lick and asked, "Do you want to go for a walk? This doesn't look like it's going to be starting anytime soon and I think all the cats in here are making me nervous." Their not what's making me nervous! You are! She thought desperately.


Soaringcrane felt ashamed when she stated that she cats were more than just lot producers. He started to apologize until she apologized with a lick on the cheek. "You're fine."
He assured her. When she suggested they take a walk since the leaders seemed to be getting nowhere, he jumped up a little too eager. "Yes please!" Feeling awkward, he added: "Fresh air might do You some good."

[dionysus]

Soaringcrane felt ashamed when she stated that she cats were more than just lot producers. He started to apologize until she apologized with a lick on the cheek. "You're fine."
He assured her. When she suggested they take a walk since the leaders seemed to be getting nowhere, he jumped up a little too eager. "Yes please!" Feeling awkward, he added: "Fresh air might do You some good."

Crestfeather nodded with a smile and stood gracefully. The molly flicked her tail at Soaringcrane, playfully, making an effort to lighten the mood. Then, with a twitch of her whiskers, the warrior bounded through the brush on the outskirts of the Seastones, careful not to make too much noise. Her small, lithe body slid silently through the undergrowth with ease. As soon as she hit the familiar smelling grass of Windclan territory, the eager warrior broke into a sprint. The quiet, fresh air and familiar wind cleared her mind and enabled her to think clearly. The moon and stars illuminating the night, her favorite time, brought joy to her heart, and she let out a boisterous 'whoo.' The happy sound fanned out in all directions over the beloved plain. As she ran, thoughts of the night's events flooded her mind and she thought about them rationally. The she-cat decided that whatever happened, she was telling Soaringcrane how she felt that very night. A weight seemed to lift off her at her decision and she opened her mouth in a wide smile, breathing heavily.

[monfang]

{ open }
Whitepaw sat towards the front, watching his mother speak, taking note of everything. He was such a proud cat, probably the most proud of Halestar out of the entire clan! He wished- longed to be up there with her, giving orders and being a leader. Maybe one day, no, not maybe- he will be up there someday! He will be a leader! He'll make his mother proud, and all the other leaders would be so impressed by him that they'd ask him to lead their clans too! Whitestar, leader of... OneClan! All clans together as one. Like StarClan! He was so lost in thought he couldn't hear the announcements or anything really.

[Ivy]

Crestfeather nodded with a smile and stood gracefully. The molly flicked her tail at Soaringcrane, playfully, making an effort to lighten the mood. Then, with a twitch of her whiskers, the warrior bounded through the brush on the outskirts of the Seastones, careful not to make too much noise. Her small, lithe body slid silently through the undergrowth with ease. As soon as she hit the familiar smelling grass of Windclan territory, the eager warrior broke into a sprint. The quiet, fresh air and familiar wind cleared her mind and enabled her to think clearly. The moon and stars illuminating the night, her favorite time, brought joy to her heart, and she let out a boisterous 'whoo.' The happy sound fanned out in all directions over the beloved plain. As she ran, thoughts of the night's events flooded her mind and she thought about them rationally. The she-cat decided that whatever happened, she was telling Soaringcrane how she felt that very night. A weight seemed to lift off her at her decision and she opened her mouth in a wide smile, breathing heavily.


Soaringcrame smirked as he followed her example. He skidded to a stop when he saw something sparkling on the shore. He walked over and picked the beautiful object up in his Mae.
He was sure this would be a great gift. Smiling to himself, he held into the treasure before following her into the outskirts of WindClan.

[rubinaito]

{ open }
Whitepaw sat towards the front, watching his mother speak, taking note of everything. He was such a proud cat, probably the most proud of Halestar out of the entire clan! He wished- longed to be up there with her, giving orders and being a leader. Maybe one day, no, not maybe- he will be up there someday! He will be a leader! He'll make his mother proud, and all the other leaders would be so impressed by him that they'd ask him to lead their clans too! Whitestar, leader of... OneClan! All clans together as one. Like StarClan! He was so lost in thought he couldn't hear the announcements or anything really.
Duststorm This will be a continuation of the last post.
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Ashpaw spotted Whitepaw, and without a word he scampered over. Skidding to an awkward stop in front of him, he beamed at Whitepaw. "Hiya! I'm Ashpaw, from SkyClan! You're... ShadowClan, right? Heh, I was right! Mind if I talk to you? You seem pretty cool!" He rambled on and on until he noticed that Whitepaw probably wasn't paying attention. "Whoops, I'm not really great at the whole 'quiet' thing." He said sheepishly, flicking his tail.

[monfang]

Duststorm This will be a continuation of the last post.
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Ashpaw spotted Whitepaw, and without a word he scampered over. Skidding to an awkward stop in front of him, he beamed at Whitepaw. "Hiya! I'm Ashpaw, from SkyClan! You're... ShadowClan, right? Heh, I was right! Mind if I talk to you? You seem pretty cool!" He rambled on and on until he noticed that Whitepaw probably wasn't paying attention. "Whoops, I'm not really great at the whole 'quiet' thing." He said sheepishly, flicking his tail.
As Ashpaw came over, he broke from his chain of thought, and a cocky look swept over him. "I am cool, I'm the son of Halestar! One day I'll be up there, ruling ShadowClan." he meowed, standing tall and proud. But even then he was obviously much smaller than the rest of his clan. He was a relatively small tom, being a Khao Manee amongst large tabbies, maine coons, and Norwegian Forests. But he didn't catch the hint- and he never will. He wasn't born in ShadowClan, no. But that's all he remembers, is being in ShadowClan, being the son of the leader. Duskshine also raising him. He was so happy being who he was, no one had the heart to tell him. Not even his enemies.

[vellichor]

Royalflash was taken aback. Did she really just tell him to lighten up? The tom ruffled his pelt. Not out of anger. Just out of pride. He held a lot of pride, despite not really caring about the traditions his father believed. The tom followed his own rules, but this feline. This windclan cat was bothering him to his core. His nose twitched when her tail tickled him, and he found himself backing up from her touch. Again, as he thought who did she think she was. Royalflash almost recoiled at her, but decided to only smirk. ''You seem like a reasonable cat. And, you're holding me from doing what I love to do, so why don't you go over to your windclanner misfits and have a well of a time!'' He cracked, hoping that he hit some type of soft spot in her.

For a moment, Royalflash wondered where Crimsonblaze was. His brother was able to keep the she cats in a trance. And, truth be told, Royalflash also carried a handsome appearance. More of a rugged structure than his brother since Crimsonblaze always kept his pelt kept well. Royalflash, on the other hand, did not care about how his pelt look. In fact, since his fur was constantly ruffled a lot, he took more of the appearance of a bad tom more than anything. ''No.'' He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the female. ''But, I suppose swamps must smell amazing because I know I do!'' He let out a purr, a deep rumble in his pelt. ''It's truly alright that you are envious. After all, not every cat can be in the best clan. Which is Shadowclan.''He spoke proudly of his home. At her next words, Royalflash kept the playful smirk on his face, he had hit a nerve in her because he could hear the slight venom in her voice. He, on the other hand managed to stay calm. Even gave her a short chuckle. ''Call me whatever you want. Fox-brained, Fox-hearted, Mouse-brained, yada yada. Won't really change a thing if I'm being serious with you. I can be whatever you want me as, sweetheart.'' He purred once more. Royalflash figured his flirting would annoyingly push her away. Get under her skin somehow as he said these words to her.

''Cat got your tongue?'' He darkly chuckled. She wasn't saying anything, and upon her silence, he took it as an advantage that he finally made her go quiet. Meek. Limp. But, she spoke all too soon, and the tom listened to her words. He found it quite humorous at the way she was acting. He was glad that Honeythistle was his father. Most cats were afraid of that massive maine coon, and Royalflash knew he would be his father's legacy. He snorted at the she cats words. ''Nothing to say? Nothing at all? Have I proven my point, then?'' He asked, tilting his head to the side. He was only toying with her, but even he knew he won this game.




"Oh, is that how you want to play it, ShadowClanner?" Wavesplash half-sneered, half-growled. "You really think you're so good that you can insult my Clan - my family - and go unpunished? Oh, no," the molly chuckled darkly. "You will pay, and you will suffer. You messed with the wrong she-cat, fox-dung." She sat, flicking her tail. Her eyes were an icy calm, a calm rage, but the malice was clear. Though she was a bit rebellious, Wavesplash was WindClan through and through. She wouldn't let any toad-munchers change that, either. Deep inside, she knew this was the reaction the tom wanted, but she didn't care. Mess with WindClan, and you mess with her.

The she-cat scoffed. "I am not your sweetheart, so go mess with some other poor she-cat," she spat, eyes narrowed. "Oh, right, no other she-cat wants to talk with you." She spat the words like venom, hoping they would get under the tom's skin somehow. She knew that probably wasn't true, but at this point, she didn't care, so long as she managed to dig her claws into the tom's mangy fur. Verbally, of course. It was the Gathering after all.

"You have no point to prove," she hissed, unsheathing her claws. "You're a stupid, stinky, egotistical, arrogant, hot-headed, fox-hearted jerk, and I was wrong to talk to you. Goodbye, ShadowClanner. We will meet again soon..." And with that, the WindClanner left, tail lashing, to sit with the others. She replayed the scene over and over again, growling softly as she recalled the tom's annoying voice. Oh, don't you worry, ShadowClanner, she thought, hissing softly. You will pay. Not now, but soon...

[rubinaito]

As Ashpaw came over, he broke from his chain of thought, and a cocky look swept over him. "I am cool, I'm the son of Halestar! One day I'll be up there, ruling ShadowClan." he meowed, standing tall and proud. But even then he was obviously much smaller than the rest of his clan. He was a relatively small tom, being a Khao Manee amongst large tabbies, maine coons, and Norwegian Forests. But he didn't catch the hint- and he never will. He wasn't born in ShadowClan, no. But that's all he remembers, is being in ShadowClan, being the son of the leader. Duskshine also raising him. He was so happy being who he was, no one had the heart to tell him. Not even his enemies.
"Aweseome!" Ashpaw praised. "One day, I'm going to lead SkyClan. I feel it in my gut." He lashed his tail with a determined look. "I'll show them all." He puffed out his chest with a smirk, before relaxing slightly. "My grandparents were kittypets, but I don't think that matters. Do you?" He tilted his head, flicking his ears. "I remember meeting a cat somewhere around here who didn't like her kittypet heritage, but I don't remember who it was." Ashpaw confessed.

[monfang]

"Aweseome!" Ashpaw praised. "One day, I'm going to lead SkyClan. I feel it in my gut." He lashed his tail with a determined look. "I'll show them all." He puffed out his chest with a smirk, before relaxing slightly. "My grandparents were kittypets, but I don't think that matters. Do you?" He tilted his head, flicking his ears. "I remember meeting a cat somewhere around here who didn't like her kittypet heritage, but I don't remember who it was." Ashpaw confessed.
Whitepaw chuckled, and nuzzled the tom. "You ain't half bad. Maybe we can be leaders together, huh?" He meowed, his bi-coloured eyes flashing. "No, my mom said that as long as they stay loyal, kittypets were fine." He said, smiling. "Hey! We should be friends! We can meet up here whenever the gathering is going on!" He said, jumping up. He gave a playful lunge towards the tom, trying to pin him down. "Together Whitestar and... Uh... Hey what's your name? I'm Whitepaw." He meowed.

[rubinaito]

Whitepaw chuckled, and nuzzled the tom. "You ain't half bad. Maybe we can be leaders together, huh?" He meowed, his bi-coloured eyes flashing. "No, my mom said that as long as they stay loyal, kittypets were fine." He said, smiling. "Hey! We should be friends! We can meet up here whenever the gathering is going on!" He said, jumping up. He gave a playful lunge towards the tom, trying to pin him down. "Together Whitestar and... Uh... Hey what's your name? I'm Whitepaw." He meowed.
"Oh! I'm Ashpaw!" Ashpaw smiled happily, narrowly dodging Whitepaw's attempts to pin him down with a bit of a light-hearted laugh. "You'll need to be faster than that, Whitestar, to catch me!" He puffed out his chest. "For I am Ashstar, the fastest cat to have ever run upon Clan territory!" He flicked his tail, giggling softly. Ashpaw was a little taller than most apprentices his age, even as an American Shorthair, and it was a little disconcerting to see a much smaller apprentice. But, it didn't matter. Ashpaw had a new friend!

[monfang]

"Oh! I'm Ashpaw!" Ashpaw smiled happily, narrowly dodging Whitepaw's attempts to pin him down with a bit of a light-hearted laugh. "You'll need to be faster than that, Whitestar, to catch me!" He puffed out his chest. "For I am Ashstar, the fastest cat to have ever run upon Clan territory!" He flicked his tail, giggling softly. Ashpaw was a little taller than most apprentices his age, even as an American Shorthair, and it was a little disconcerting to see a much smaller apprentice. But, it didn't matter. Ashpaw had a new friend!
"So you think, Ashstar, but I am Whitestar, the greatest tom to ever live!" He meowed, making a few more attempts to tackle him, laughing and giggling, making swipes with unsheathed paws, his blue and green bi-coloured eyes gleaming with play. He gave careless leaps at Ashpaw, swatting his tail and pawing his head and ears, a big grin on his maw. He stood on his hind legs, lifting his forepaws up. "Roar! I'm a monster!" He said, waddling forward.

[rubinaito]

"So you think, Ashstar, but I am Whitestar, the greatest tom to ever live!" He meowed, making a few more attempts to tackle him, laughing and giggling, making swipes with unsheathed paws, his blue and green bi-coloured eyes gleaming with play. He gave careless leaps at Ashpaw, swatting his tail and pawing his head and ears, a big grin on his maw. He stood on his hind legs, lifting his forepaws up. "Roar! I'm a monster!" He said, waddling forward.
(Gah, I think my heart just gave out from this cuteness overload...)

Ashpaw laughed at 'Whitestar's' response, dodging some of the attacks but letting Whitepaw land some so it would be fair. After all, not even the great and powerful Ashstar could avoid every attack! As Whitepaw declared he was a monster, and began waddling forward on his back legs, Ashpaw let out a giggle before opening his jaw in a mock gasp. "Oh no!" He raised a paw to his forehead. "A monster! I am surely done for! Whatever shall I do? I am all alone, no other cat for miles... StarClan, help me!" He squealed, stumbling backwards and landing on his rump in a comical fashion.

[monfang]

(Gah, I think my heart just gave out from this cuteness overload...)

Ashpaw laughed at 'Whitestar's' response, dodging some of the attacks but letting Whitepaw land some so it would be fair. After all, not even the great and powerful Ashstar could avoid every attack! As Whitepaw declared he was a monster, and began waddling forward on his back legs, Ashpaw let out a giggle before opening his jaw in a mock gasp. "Oh no!" He raised a paw to his forehead. "A monster! I am surely done for! Whatever shall I do? I am all alone, no other cat for miles... StarClan, help me!" He squealed, stumbling backwards and landing on his rump in a comical fashion.
Whitepaw laughed, and he jumped forward, his forepaws landing on Ashpaw's stomach, his weight causing him to tumble onto Ashpaw, and he laughed. "The monster has pinned Ashstar!" He meowed, and he nibbled at Ashpaw's paw. "And it's eating him!" Whitepaw meowed, his voice muffled from Ashpaw's fur. He laughed again, shifting so he had a better hold of the other tom, and he continued to gently bite and paw Ashpaw, having fun with his new friend.

[rubinaito]

Whitepaw laughed, and he jumped forward, his forepaws landing on Ashpaw's stomach, his weight causing him to tumble onto Ashpaw, and he laughed. "The monster has pinned Ashstar!" He meowed, and he nibbled at Ashpaw's paw. "And it's eating him!" Whitepaw meowed, his voice muffled from Ashpaw's fur. He laughed again, shifting so he had a better hold of the other tom, and he continued to gently bite and paw Ashpaw, having fun with his new friend.
Ashpaw giggled, pawing at Whitepaw. "Ashstar won't go down so easily!" He announced, pushing at Whitepaw slightly and laughing. "Rargh!" His tail lashed playfully as he lunged forward, pinning Whitepaw beneath his fluffy paws. "Pinned ya'." He smirked down at Whitepaw, tail flicking with amusement. His blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight, happy that he had made a new friend- especially one from a different clan. As his mother had told him, making friends with the other clan cats was good- it strengthened the bonds between the clans, so that when a threat rose, so would the clans, together as one. Ashpaw's dark ears flicked, waiting for Whitepaw's response.

[monfang]

Ashpaw giggled, pawing at Whitepaw. "Ashstar won't go down so easily!" He announced, pushing at Whitepaw slightly and laughing. "Rargh!" His tail lashed playfully as he lunged forward, pinning Whitepaw beneath his fluffy paws. "Pinned ya'." He smirked down at Whitepaw, tail flicking with amusement. His blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight, happy that he had made a new friend- especially one from a different clan. As his mother had told him, making friends with the other clan cats was good- it strengthened the bonds between the clans, so that when a threat rose, so would the clans, together as one. Ashpaw's dark ears flicked, waiting for Whitepaw's response.
{ AHHHHHHHH (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmz3ajjs2m1ql1zc8o1_500.gif) }
Whitepaw fell back, and he stared up at Ashpaw, before making a fake annoyed face. "Hey, lemme up." He said, pushing Ashpaw off of him. But he quickly smiled and lunged for Ashpaw, his eyes alight with determined play. "Rawr!" He laughed, feeling his white paws go against Ashpaw's chest, a smile on his face.

[Undercover]

(It's fine)
A brown tabby molly sat still. Her green orbs scanning the area. Mostly it was just cats casually talking. Suddenly her gaze caught on a lone cat. One away from the others. Doesong narrowed her eyes. Who could that be? Suddenly a realization hit the young molly. Cottonfrost! they had met at the border a while ago. As in a long while ago. Things had happened between then. Doesong had met Flame, which was the best part. But it would never hurt to see someone you knew like Cottonfrost. Who cares if he was ThunderClan? Doesong got to her feet, and padded over to the tom. "Cottonfrost." she said to get his attention.

Cottonfrost was scanning around with his fur resting in a relaxed fashion along his spine when he heard his name being called. He recognized the voice, but it took him a moment to place it. He turned his head around to face her and immediately recognized the female molly.
"Doesong," he greeted evenly. "Are you well?" He remembers the she-cat from their last meeting at the border. It had been a while, but that was fine. The tom nodded to the space beside him. It was a respectful distance away, but yet it was still close enough that the two could carry on a conversation without yowling their heads off.

[Cosmo]

Cottonfrost was scanning around with his fur resting in a relaxed fashion along his spine when he heard his name being called. He recognized the voice, but it took him a moment to place it. He turned his head around to face her and immediately recognized the female molly.
"Doesong," he greeted evenly. "Are you well?" He remembers the she-cat from their last meeting at the border. It had been a while, but that was fine. The tom nodded to the space beside him. It was a respectful distance away, but yet it was still close enough that the two could carry on a conversation without yowling their heads off.


Doesong nodded her head, 'yes'. "Yes, how about you?" she asked in a voice that sounded like she was talking in a very formal way. The molly was. She was talking to a cat from another clan. Sure she had met that cat before, but she knew very well that it was better to use her "you're from another clan" voice, instead of the voice she used talking to Flame, or cats in her clan. Doesong had told this cat a lot of things, but she had matured since then, at least a little. Her snappish and sarcastic remarks were still there.

[Gusty]

Cuckootree rolled over into a weak spot of the shrub and fell into the shrub yowling in shock,"dang I'm stuck." He meowed unaware of the warriors near by.
The tomcat couldn't pay attention to the leaders anymore; whatever this other cat was doing was bothering him. "Hmm, are you awake now?" Waspwhisker inquired, lifting up his head a little bit to peer down into the bush. He wasn't sure if the (probably ThunderClan) tom was awake or just talking in his sleep again.

The RiverClan warrior made no move to help Cuckootree get out of the bush; he just stared at him blankly.

[rubinaito]

{ AHHHHHHHH (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmz3ajjs2m1ql1zc8o1_500.gif) }
Whitepaw fell back, and he stared up at Ashpaw, before making a fake annoyed face. "Hey, lemme up." He said, pushing Ashpaw off of him. But he quickly smiled and lunged for Ashpaw, his eyes alight with determined play. "Rawr!" He laughed, feeling his white paws go against Ashpaw's chest, a smile on his face.
(*Sly smirk*)

Whitepaw's attempt to pin Ashpaw sent them tumbling down a small hill and towards the beach. Ashpaw seized this opportunity and pinned Whitepaw once more with a playful grin. "Pinned ya' again." He giggled, before looking around. "Wow, I don't think I've ever noticed the sea before." Ashpaw noticed, shaking out his fur after getting off Whitepaw. "It's so... big." He tilted his head, staring at the water lapping at the shore. He turned to Whitepaw with a beaming smile. "You're pretty great, dude." He deepened his voice. "And by the declaration of Ashstar, Whitestar shall lead my clan as well!" He announced, with a little giggle at the end. "SkyClan is proud to join with OneClan!"

[Mayflower]

Flintheart nodded to the young she-cat’s words, looking towards the leaders in the distance with a twitch of his whiskers. “Tensions are certainly high with everyone this gathering, especially the Thunderclan and Windclan leaders.” He remarked, shaking his head, “It’s a shame that it has to be this way, but I suppose we can only hope that it will get better in the near future.” The grey-furred male gave a final sigh, giving his shoulder a few strokes of his tongue, flattening some ruffled, bristling fur as he tried to ease his own nerves on the subject. Sproutwhisker’s ears perked at the she-cat addressing him now, making the tom look away from the leaders to her. “Oh, hello there, my name’s Sproutwhisker.” He introduced himself, “No, I don’t believe we have met - I’m a Riverclan warrior and good friends with Flintheart here, he was the first cat that talked to me when I went to my first gathering as a young apprentice.” The black-furred male explained with a kind smile on his maw.
"Yeah.." he replied, the large cats did look powerful and majestic up there. "Er - I may sound mouse-brained, but what's going on with ThunderClan and WindClan? Us SkyClan cats aren't up-to-date with all the stuff happening in your Clans." He chuckled, turning to the she-cat. He smiled as she talked about Halestar, the leader of ShadowClan. He had a respect for her, she was a good leader. Then again, besides the Syndicate, all the leaders were respectable and kind. "Pebbleheart of SkyClan." Pebbleheart dipped his head, a grin on his face. If he wasn't being stupid, it seemed like she was trying to.. flirt with him? He shook the thought from his head, and looked back at the molly. "Nice to meet you, Chrysanthemumshade." He purred, his tail gently swaying. "And thank you." He replied to her compliments, his eyes glittering with warmth. As pretty as she might be, if she was flirting with him, he was too loyal to betray his Clan in any way. He gazed at the leaders, still clueless of the coldness in the air. Wasn't the Gathering a peaceful time?>






Ebonypaw glanced back at the two toms, swallowing a sigh as he stared at his paws. "Ebonypaw, i'm sure somebody will like you if you introduce yourself! I've met plenty of grumps like you!" Ivorypaw chirped in an attempt to cheer her littermate up. He shrugged, then glanced at the leaders. "They look so powerful.." she breathed, his tail swaying. Ivorypaw nodded, her eyes filled with awe. "I know! Powerful, and wise, and amazing!" She squeaked, ears pricked as she gazed at them with admiration.






"Hello Amberstripe!" Ivorypaw purred, nudging her brother. "Huh? Oh, hi Amberstripe." He mewed before focusing his attention back on the leaders. Ivorypaw smiled at her mentor before changing her focus to the same place as her brothers, a purr rumbling from her throat as she turned to Amberstripe. "It's sad there's so much tension at the Gathering because of mouse-brained war.." she sighed, her paws shuffling.
Amberstripe smiled at Ivorypaw and her brother. Turning to Sproutwhisker, the she cat nodded politely. "I see. I'm a Thunderclan cat myself, that should explain why I haven't seen you before." Amberstripe mewed. She looked at Ivorypaw, slightly surprised by the young cat's words. However, she was admittedly right.

[monfang]

(*Sly smirk*)

Whitepaw's attempt to pin Ashpaw sent them tumbling down a small hill and towards the beach. Ashpaw seized this opportunity and pinned Whitepaw once more with a playful grin. "Pinned ya' again." He giggled, before looking around. "Wow, I don't think I've ever noticed the sea before." Ashpaw noticed, shaking out his fur after getting off Whitepaw. "It's so... big." He tilted his head, staring at the water lapping at the shore. He turned to Whitepaw with a beaming smile. "You're pretty great, dude." He deepened his voice. "And by the declaration of Ashstar, Whitestar shall lead my clan as well!" He announced, with a little giggle at the end. "SkyClan is proud to join with OneClan!"
{ roxie is laying on me help (http://i.imgur.com/9W5bH2H.jpg) }

Whitepaw scowled as he was pinned yet again. As Ashpaw stepped off him, he looked up and smiled. "Whoa, it's pretty." He said in awe. And he laughed, standing tall. "I am Whitestar, Ruler of all clans, together, OneClan will be the greatest clan to have ever been created!" He said triumphantly. "And I, Whitestar, make you, Ashstar, my deputy. Do you swear to protect OneClan with your life? And be loyal to us." He meowed, hopping onto a stone to be slightly taller than Ashpaw.

[rubinaito]

{ roxie is laying on me help (http://i.imgur.com/9W5bH2H.jpg) }

Whitepaw scowled as he was pinned yet again. As Ashpaw stepped off him, he looked up and smiled. "Whoa, it's pretty." He said in awe. And he laughed, standing tall. "I am Whitestar, Ruler of all clans, together, OneClan will be the greatest clan to have ever been created!" He said triumphantly. "And I, Whitestar, make you, Ashstar, my deputy. Do you swear to protect OneClan with your life? And be loyal to us." He meowed, hopping onto a stone to be slightly taller than Ashpaw.
(Heh. What breed is she?)

"I do!" Ash'star' meowed solemnly, struggling to keep a straight face as he looked up at White'star'. He let out a stifled giggle at how serious they were acting, covering his mouth with a paw and clearing his throat.

[wickedvirtues]

Amberstripe smiled at Ivorypaw and her brother. Turning to Sproutwhisker, the she cat nodded politely. "I see. I'm a Thunderclan cat myself, that should explain why I haven't seen you before." Amberstripe mewed. She looked at Ivorypaw, slightly surprised by the young cat's words. However, she was admittedly right.

Ivorypaw looked away from her mentors and back up at the leaders, imagining herself sitting among them. Her white pelt fluffed out with excitement as Ebonypaw nudged her. "You're spacing out again.." he hissed softly, Ivorypaw giggled and shrugged. Ebonypaw rolled his eyes with mock annoyance and turned his attention to the same place as her.

[monfang]

(Heh. What breed is she?)

"I do!" Ash'star' meowed solemnly, struggling to keep a straight face as he looked up at White'star'. He let out a stifled giggle at how serious they were acting, covering his mouth with a paw and clearing his throat.
{ pit }
Whitepaw, too, struggled to keep a straight face, snickers slipping his maw. "Then be the best deputy ever." He said. And then, he broke. He bursted into incontrollable laughter, falling from the stone and rolling on the sand. "Wait, look! The leaders are announcing!" He said, pointing with his paw. "Come on!" he purred, and he ran along the sand, hopping over Ashpaw. "Race ya!" he called.

[rubinaito]

{ pit }
Whitepaw, too, struggled to keep a straight face, snickers slipping his maw. "Then be the best deputy ever." He said. And then, he broke. He bursted into incontrollable laughter, falling from the stone and rolling on the sand. "Wait, look! The leaders are announcing!" He said, pointing with his paw. "Come on!" he purred, and he ran along the sand, hopping over Ashpaw. "Race ya!" he called.
(Cute!)

"Hey!" Ashpaw laughed, following after Whitepaw. His heart hammered in his chest with excitement, wondering what was going to happen when the leaders made their announcements. It was exciting, to say the least! His long legs helped him catch up to Whitepaw just in time, skidding to a stop beside him. "Dang, I think that's the first time I've ever lost a race. Sand is not good to run on," He giggled.

[Mango]

The tomcat couldn't pay attention to the leaders anymore; whatever this other cat was doing was bothering him. "Hmm, are you awake now?" Waspwhisker inquired, lifting up his head a little bit to peer down into the bush. He wasn't sure if the (probably ThunderClan) tom was awake or just talking in his sleep again.

The RiverClan warrior made no move to help Cuckootree get out of the bush; he just stared at him blankly.
Cuckootree grunted," Yeah...I'm awake now, I don't appreciate being forced to go to the gathering when the night before you were on patrol the whole night..."

[Gusty]

Cuckootree grunted," Yeah...I'm awake now, I don't appreciate being forced to go to the gathering when the night before you were on patrol the whole night..."
"Hmm, really?" Waspwhisker asked. If he had night patrol duty and a gathering on the same night, he'd still probably be awake- although unbearably tired- just to hear about the other clan's business. After all, these gatherings were only once a month: it would be a shame to sleep through it all.

"Well, I guess that's unfortunate for you." The sleek-pelted tomcat sighed. He didn't want to say too much because he didn't quite trust Cuckootree, and he didn't even like making small talk with others to begin with. It was boring. And worthless. In a sunrise's time, he'd forget all about this strange encounter. (Not that he had a bad memory, but that Waspwhisker would be so preoccupied with other daytime things that were more useful, like hunting.)

[Clover]

[OPEN TO MULTIPLE]

It was Daypaws first time at a gathering as a medicine cat. Amber eyes gazed around for the other medicine cats; if any were going to show up that is. They werent to keen on crowds and loud places but it was only so often there was a gathering anymore,and Daypaw wanted to represent Shadowclan. Even if they still would be having their apprentice name and all,Daypaw would try to be the best Med cat they could be. They were tired to say the least, eyes heavy from a rough dream the previous night. Daypaw slumped in a shaded part of the large clearing, deciding to lay down and curling their paws under themselves, eyes in slits simply watching.

[this could also be a starter for Clover]

(will do use as a starter. hope you don't mind duplicating daypaw!)

Geckoleaf had always loved gatherings; it was always a chance to see friends from other clans, meet with the medicine cats, and hear news from the leaders. But this seasons' gathering was lacking someone; Cricketpaw. She should have been here, should have been bouncing around excitedly and chattering about how many friends she should make. But the little bengal wasn't; instead, she was dead, murdered as she followed an assignment from Geckoleaf.

Sometimes the medicine cat felt like she had been the one to kill Cricketpaw.

Her feet dragged across the ground, and her ears lay back smoothly against her skull. To her, the world was silent; not many cats could get through to her anymore. Her close friend, Mistfall, and the leader, Russetstar, could, from virtue of previous respect. Surgestorm would maybe be able to, and Zerosight or Northpath if they were still medicine cats. But for now, not much else could. Her ears pricked slightly; the sound of tired breathing, gentle and long, like she had heard from Cricketpaw many a late night. But she knew this sound; it was Daypaw, the ShadowClan medicine cat. A slight smile crossed her maw; she loved the company of the apprentice, as their personality was surprisingly refreshing. She beelined towards the golden figure, feet no longer dragging, a surprising vitality in her step. Finally, a friend!

(maybe her comparing daypaw to cricketpaw also helps to make them snap at geckoleaf, after being made into someone they're not?)

[Aquarius]

Swiftecho plodded through the clearing with Duskpaw, looking around. The apprentice had a cautioned look on his face, but Swiftecho knew that pestering him about it would only lead to a fight. He sighed and sat down, his green gaze flicking around the clearing curiously. He saw Moonsong head into the clearing without Dewpaw. He sympathetically looked over to her and caught her eye, swishing his tail onto the open spot next to him to signal it was open.
Dewpaw jumped up and gave a little bounce on his paws as the she-cat walked over. "Dewpaw...?" He asked, his voice trailing off sadly as he realized his sister wasn't following in her mentor's pawsteps.
"Oh, I'm sorry," murmured Moonsong, giving Swiftecho a grateful nod as she sat down next to him.
The three cats sat in an awkward silence, Duskpaw's hard gaze on the ground. Moonsong prayed to StarClan that someone would come along - she was itching to talk to someone from another Clan, anyways.
(Feel Free to Join In!!)

[Zero]

"I'm excited to see who will become your apprentice. With your teachings, I'm sure whoever it is will become great." She knew that being a medicine cat was a hard job, that they had to remember all sorts of things and understand messages from starclan. She couldn't imagine being one, she was fit for being a warrior and that's it, she couldn't even bear the smell of all the herbs in the medicine cat's den. "How can you remember all the different scents?" She had spoken before she realized, just speaking her thoughts accidentally.

"I'm excited too," Surgestorm meowed, his ears turning red at the compliment. He didn't deny it, taking a liking to the idea that it was true. The first moon make be a bit rough as he learned to really teach, but after that he'd probably be fairly good at it. He still remembered Turtleback's teachings, so all he had to do was to pass down that knowledge. Well, that and teach them how to listen to their ancestors - even though that is something they'd really have to figure out on their own with StarClan always being so vague and confusing. He starled a bit at the question, but perked up instantly once the intial shock was gone. Surge always liked to talk about his herbs. With a huge smile, he spoke: "I have a really good memory, and when you're around them all the time they really just stick in your brain. That, and they all look fairly different so if I'm ever confused on the scent then I just turn to sight." He caught sight of Daypaw and Geckoleaf and dipped his head to the two before turning back to look at the warrior.

[Dust]

The dilute she-cate glared at her mother with a playful look when she was bopped. "Yes I know but it's so stuffy in there what with all the rain lately. I had to get out," was all she had to defend herself. She knew her mother didn't mind the company, so she didn't particularly need the defense. "Oh sure don't ask me or Quietdance here if we've seen Dad 'cause you know we live in a fox den and never come out for any reason," she sassed at her brother. She wasn't really upset that he hadn't included her in the conversation but simply wanted to jut in with some sort of smart remark, which she did. "Anyway, I haven't seen him since yesterday. I figured he was staying behind with the border patrol?" She was guessing now. However, she glanced up at Snowstar. "Wait, is she expecting?" The queen glanced at her mother, then guessed the answer as she heard how embarrassingly shaky her voice got all of a sudden. Heat raised in her pelt as she realized this, and the queen simply scooched a bit closer to her mother. Maybe she wouldn't swipe her ear again if she acted cute, though that wasn't likely to happen.

The she-cat then looked to her mate and smiled. "Quietdance if you want to, you don't have to watch over me here. There's a truce between the clans, remember? And besides, Honeythistle's here as well as Mom," she said, though the more she spoke the more she sounded like she wanted him to go away, which was the last thing she wanted. "Never mind..." The dilute queen smiled at him, trying to get him to realize she didn't mean to sound, well mean.




Honeythistle happily took the seat next to his mother, facing the crowd, but always kept his eyes upon his eldest kits that attended. Though he couldn't find Royalflash, which was okay for the time being, he supposed. He had purred at his mother's voice, picking up one of his paws to give it a delicate lick. The tom let out a laugh. A mix between a snort and a chuckle. ''Dad is one of the most judgmental cats we know.'' And, this was true. Honeythistle had looked up to his father as a kit, had tried his hardest to impress his father as he grew older. The one he didn't need to impress was his mother. After all, they were all loved by their mother. As his sister spoke, the tom gave a mischievous smirk towards her. ''Oh wow! I didn't even see you there!'' His tone was a bit over-exeraggerated, but he also knew how much his sister loved to toy with him. And, if he were being honest, the tom enjoyed the company of his family more than others. ''I don't think anybody wouldn't notice you, Feathermist. You have the most annoying voice. Ever.'' Honeythistle shot at her, giving her a charming smile. Even though they were older, who said they were too old for games? Thinking of his sons now, the tom shook his head. Now, he understood why they were so terrible. The tom turned his attention back to the leaders. ''I expect that no good leader of Thunderclan to be pregnant. Unless she's just picking up weight.'' He rolled his eyes, laughing.

Quietdance flicked his eyes towards the leaders, almost about to settle down next to his mate, until he heard her words. Which had quite surprised him in a manner. Perhaps, if she wanted him to leave, he would do that. The tom actually had gotten up, about to give her a curt nod. It was known that Quietdance hardly talked. Honeythistle found the other tom quite odd since he hardly said anything. ''How did you and that creep even end up together?'' The maine coon muttered, but only so his mother and sister could hear. Of course, Quietdance heard this, but he refused to acknowledge the presence of the male. Instead, he turned away flicking his tail, hearing her words that she did want him to stay, but the tom was fine with leaving. He didn't say anything much in the first place, and all he did was listen. So, he stepped away from the family of three, and turned his attention to the leaders on the rock.



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It did sadden the queen to be without her mate although her children were correct that he was very judgmental, but so was she. With a click of her tongue, the Maine-coon pressed herself between her two kits, the warmth from all their long pelts comforting her aching muscles. "I'm starting to get too old to trek to these gatherings." She huffed as she shook her head slightly. It was true that she was getting old, but by no means was she so tired because she was old. Though, she would never admit that it was from taking care of all her kits that was running her to her death, the amount of abuse her body had taken for almost seventy moons was taking it's toll as well. "Thunderclan will learn soon enough that they picked the wrong cat to lead them. I don't know if their deputy would be fit to lead either though. Starclan help them." It was a blunt statement, but she truly felt bad for the cats of Thunderclan. They would be lost with two irresponsible, fake leaders. At least Snowstar was following her true path and becoming a queen.

Giving both of her kits a dangerous look, she couldn't help but chuckle and nip at both their ears in response to the two of them bickering. "I swear Honeythistle, you're still such a kit. You too, Feathermist!" Of course, her tone was bubbling with humour and her eyes glazed over with affection as she gazed at each one for a brief moment. Although Cedar hated playing favorites, she did admire the two a bit more than most of their siblings. The two of them gave time and affection to her and it gave her nothing but joy to see the two of them getting along now. She knew that Feathermist and Honeythistle loved to antagonize each other, so seeing them at least progress from kitten fights to sibling jabs was a step in the right direction.

The queen shuffled her paws, tucking them neatly underneath her body as she twisted and offered her attention to Quietdance. While she did like him, he was quite strange as Honeythistle had very rudely mentioned. Flicking him with the tip of her tail, Cedartuft gave him "the look." You know, the look that a mother would give her kit when they misbehaved in public - that look. "Quietdance is a very sophisticated and nice cat. Be nice to him, Honeythistle." Cedartuft scolded gently before continuing on, "At least Snowstar is learning her place is in the nursery, unlike some other leaders..." Her voice was no louder than a whisper, making sure that only her kits could hear her, as she eyed up Russetstar making their way up onto Seastones. Had anyone else heard the queen, they would be at her neck with teeth bared defending the leader.