Warrior Cats Online - August Gathering

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August Gathering

Abstain from posting here until your respective Clan leader has arrived.

Leaders may post their entrances here, but please redirect your roleplay to this thread.

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Snowstep was in the middle of the clan searching for someone to talk to. [Open!]

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Ravenpaw glanced at their leader and mentor, Blazingstar, anxiety sparkling in their lapis hues. The WindClanner followed the crowd, trying to blend in. They didn’t have any reason to stand out, and they didn’t want to stand out. When the Clan has settled and cats started flitting about, mingling with the arriving ThunderClanners, Ravenpaw crouched, overwhelmed, not knowing whether to hide or whether to approach some cat. They decided to sit up, look mature. Hopefully, they’d look like he’s too busy with something else to be approached, right?

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Riverclan has arrived

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|| @Fireleaf ||

Mistburr followed behind Passionstar, within the mass of ThunderClan cats who had made their way to the gathering. He knew tensions would be high, even if a battle was the last thing they needed at this time. Hopefully things could be relatively peaceful, but even the optimistic tom had his doubts... He kept himself at the ready, not willing to fight but definitely willing to help the younger cats and elders if they found themselves to be in danger.

The misty-pelted tom sat in the clearing, looking around for any bright-eyed cats to talk to. He thought it proper to be sociable and friendly at a gathering, especially when the air was thick with distress or animosity. The tom was hoping to ease the tension by having a lighthearted conversation, but who would he talk to?

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Spikes (Post 535298)

"Hi Mistburr!" Snowstep said

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Heronpaw flicked his tail anxiously.
His first gathering!
He thought,his nervous blue irises flicking around,glancing at some Windclanners who had arrived earlier than Thunderclan had.
The light grey tabby sat rigid,hoping for a friendly face to converse with him to ease his tension.

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|| @Fireleaf ||

Ears perked as he heard his name called, he turned his head to look at the culprit. Noticing who it was, the battle-scarred tom smiled and gestured for her to come over with a swish of his long-furred tail. "Snowstep! Are things going well for you?" he wanted to keep his mind off of the unstable climate of clan relations at the moment, hoping that the white she-cat would offer up a funny story or an interesting news-piece. He hadn't seen her in a while, after all.

With that, he shot a quick glance at Fallenstar. What was he going to say? Would he be explaining anything? Mistburr hoped that his words didn't start a heated argument between the leaders. He hoped Passionstar could maintain peace... ThunderClan didn't need another fight. The tom's ears flattened slightly before he looked back towards Snowstep, an apologetic look in his eye for the quick loss of attention. "Maybe things will turn out, hm? It'd be nice to have a break."

|| @Arié ||

Roansplash had hesitated to come to the gathering, but he knew he had to. Besides, it would be a welcome change. He knew it would be good for Breezefeather, but he didn't want to tell the tom that that was his reason for coming along. For one, he knew the silvery tom wouldn't appreciate it. He seemed to dismiss the need for help or assistance, and this could easily be interpreted as such. Secondly, Roansplash didn't want Breezefeather to know that he'd gone out of his comfort zone to help him out. He was on a thin line here, the line of companionship. He didn't want to teeter off into the 'friend' section so easily. He was supposed to be shutting cats out, right?

The russet and white tom looked behind himself, to see if Breezefeather was still following him, part of him hoping that the spotted tom wasn't so that he could sneak back to camp or attempt to hunt again.

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Soft ginger fur blended in amongst the crowd of windclanners as they arrived, lithe build barely noticeable in amongst the haggle of cats. Freckleswipe had been to gatherings before, and yet the excitement she'd felt her first time here had yet to grow any weaker with later trips. Watery blue eyes glanced around capriciously, taking in her surroundings. It was indeed strange being the first clan to arrive here, a wary silence consuming the air around her. Tensions were high, and the young she-cat worried for what the outcome of this gathering may be. She prayed everyone would keep their composure, for the sake of all the clans. The ginger feline avoided giving her opinion on the events of the last gathering, much preferring to stay out of any drama caused by it. Freckleswipe despised to see everyone so angry, so full of hatred. It was uncalled for, in her opinion. Sighing, the young she-cat's mood felt dampened by worry and anxiety as she split off from the larger group of cats and settled elsewhere - still close to Windclan, but far enough she felt less enclosed. The arrival of Riverclan and Thunderclan only lead to more worry for the she-cat, ears pinned back ever so slightly as she watched everything with cautious attention. She needed someone to talk to, to ease her troubled mind, but Starclan knows who that could be. She was sick of talking with the same windclanners, their conversations seemingly all the same to her. It was beginning to bore her. Ocean eyes glanced nervously around seastones, trying to find someone to interact with - whether she'd muster up the confidence to actually talk to them was a whole other story.

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Honeyglare scowled, her temper short that evening. The sleek RiverClan warrior swung her head around, glaring at any cat who looked at her. When she wasn’t glaring, she walked - no, really, it was more like stalked - low to the ground. Her fur spiked in all different directions atop her back, still drying from her dip in the river. She didn’t care. Finally, the huffy she-cat sat down, and started to groom her fur.

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