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Originally Posted by starfall

[Open Roleplays]

[Tc]
The golden tabby practically skipped into the opening, his fur shining as brightly as the sun itself, a huge smile plastered on his maw. He loved gatherings, he loved meeting new felines, new potential friends. He had met a few acquaintances here, most of them Windclan, which made him incredibly happy. He happily made his way to a open spot and sat himself down, his ocean colored hues danced with excitement, yet at the same time they gleamed with worry. The pure anger that had been happening between Windclan and Thunderclan worried the tom, he had many friends in Windclan, and he was positive that the two clans wouldn't be able to handle it if a war broke loose, especially with so little food the two were finding.
Dayhum wrapped his tail around his paws and twitched his little pink nose, watching all the felines around him with curiosity, wondering who would pad up to him and strike up a conversation. Someone he knew, or would it be some one new?

(I think this is the perfect time to rp Dayhum and Tawnystream ^^)

Tawnystream watched around closely, breathing in the salty sea air. She loved the beach, as much as she loved the cave near the sea she spent a few moons in with her mother and littermate. Though, she knew this gathering would not be peaceful, considering.. WindClan and all. The dilute calico observed the gathering, sitting nearby to where the leader's were sitting, though near cats conversations. She wasn't eavesdropping. No, she was just observing, though conversation was sorta what she wanted to do. With a clanmate, or not a clanmate. Tawnystream was more worried about WindClan, than anything else. She knew she was half-clan, she knew that. Though, no cat thought that was the case. Perhaps, it was.. way much better that way. What if she met her father in battle? What if he knew she was her kit? Would she knew? Tawnystream didn't worry about these question. Not really all that much.

[OPEN]
Mossdrop stared around the gathering, her yellow dandelion hues narrowed down to slits, well.. almost. Her long, thin tail lashed as she glared, daggers down at the clearing. She was itching to fight WindClan. Not because they so called 'killed' one of the clan's warriors. She.. knew the truth. No, she just wanted to fight, she was tired of sitting around, doing just hunting, and patrolling absolutely nothing, particularly. It would be interesting. A war, Mossdrop was.. technically excited. The adrenaline, the swiftness as warrior's fought. She was a fighter at heart. It was in her blood, in her veins. But.. she was also worried about her kits. They were apprentices, and the fight, if their 'was' one, would be their first. And, could be their last. Of course, every mother worried about their kits. Mossdrop was the type to hide it. She wasn't the type to show her worry anyways.

[OPEN]
Alderscreech was grooming her fur, eyeing her son from up above with a close watch. She hoped Blazingstar would make the right decision tonight, she really did. And, that the gathering went well. The fact that.. she convinced him to let her come to the gathering. She knew her kits would be just fine, she wasn't really worried about them either. Well, maybe a little. But still. They were a tough bunch, she didn't need them to be watched over every single second. The ginger tabby wasn't like that, anyways. She was stubborn, sassy queen, who wouldn't take no from her son. She chuckled good humoredly as she thought, amber optics filled with amusement, as they drifted to look at all the cats having conversations, her tail flicked.