They watched the shecat crumble infront of their eyes. The smiling perky composure, gone. They knew it was only a matter of time. No body could keep anything cooped up for that long. Geckoleaf didnt have really anyone to vent to that would understand her bond with Cricketpaw. But Daypaw knew somewhat, they had a bond with the shecat. They didnt usually do this, but they leaned closer, offering a shoulder to cry on. Letting their tail rest on Geckoleafs in silent support. "I havent, unfortunately." Cricketpaw was the only exception Daypaw would allow for a liking to Starclan. They couldnt imagine how Gecko must feel, the two were so close, like mother and daughter almost. They knew Cricket hadnt been on the best terms with their mother, and they knew she loved Gecko so much. "Everything comes in due time, Im sure shell visit you when the time is right." it was the only comfort they could give. It was the the only cat Day could really relate too, seeing as Cricket was a big part in both of their lives.
She cried more openly, mussy fur becoming damp with the flood of tears; she hadn't really cared about grooming it. The fiery molly rubbed at her eyes with the back of a paw, trying to sweep away the salty liquid. Her sides heaved slightly, sobs choking her throat, sorrow gagging her. Geckoleaf's sapphire blue orbs blinked ferociously, the hope being that she wouldn't break down completely. But it didn't get any worse; instead of a full psychiatric meltdown, she had, instead, simply become a mourner, crying for a lost daughter, adopted as she may be. She whimpered pitifully, glancing over at Daypaw, knowing she must look terrible, but not caring. The tail placed gently over her was surprising, but not bad; she welcomed the small bit of warmth it carried, the gesture of consolation and acceptance reassuring. Slowly, her throat unclosed, the mucus draining uncomfortably down her esophagus. "Sometimes... sometimes, Day... I feel like StarClan isn't that m-merciful... instead, they do... what needs to be done... whether or not that is kind depends on who it happens to... But I can't help but feel like Cricketpaw had so much left, so much life; they should have let her live. Maybe, I should've gone in her place; I'm old, it feels like, and wouldn't mind a break. But, Cricket..."
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Scorchedpetal, while still slightly sore from the SkyClan attack on the Syndicate, she was able to make it to the Gathering. She had told Cliffheart she was going to socialize, having been on bed rest for a moon, and constantly going to the medicine den to get repatched. She was needing to get out more, talk and get caught up. So the Somali made her way, slipping past other cats with a 'scuse me' and pardon. She could feel her muscles tensing, so she stopped in a small clearing and she waited for Grousestar to speak. And the other leaders. She shook out her pelt and gave her chest a few licks, her poofy fur smoothing as she groomed it. @fenic!
Hmph. Galespring wasn't exactly the biggest fan of gatherings- she wasn't very fond of other clans, especially ThunderClan and ShadowClan. Her mother, a cat of shadows, had left her in WindClan with only an inattentive father and a hunger for knowledge about her true past, only for her to find out she wasn't even born in the clan she cared about so much. ThunderClan, they were another story- just complete jerks. Her entire clan had a problem with them, and she completely understood why. Her fur bristling at all the different scents around the gatheringplace, she didn't quite like it here. It was uncomfortable and crowded, and she just wanted to head back home as soon as possible. Heading towards a smaller, more empty patch of clearing, the she-cat dashed towards a place she thought would give her some space, though she happened to almost run into some strange SkyClan cat instead, swerving away at the last second as she hissed. "Hey-- watch where you're going."
"The kits are doing fine." Birchfur said stiffly. "So I'm doing fine as well. How is your family?" She held her claws back, although she wanted so much to rake her claws across his face and leave a huge scar running down his perfect face.
"Good." Mudtuft replied, his voice layered with thick disdain. The tom wanted to kill her on the spot. But they were at the gathering. "What are the kits names?" he asked.
"Good." Mudtuft replied, his voice layered with thick disdain. The tom wanted to kill her on the spot. But they were at the gathering. "What are the kits names?" he asked.
"Two girls, Fernkit and Starkit, and two boys, Patchkit and Quietkit." Birchfur replied, flicking her tail. She was glad she had gotten out of ShadowClan. She despised Mudtuft and his family, and wanted to raise her kits in a better environment. "I heard your sister Echoskip is expecting kits. How's she doing?" She asked, noticing a few cats were watching the duo speak.
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"Two girls, Fernkit and Starkit, and two boys, Patchkit and Quietkit." Birchfur replied, flicking her tail. She was glad she had gotten out of ShadowClan. She despised Mudtuft and his family, and wanted to raise her kits in a better environment. "I heard your sister Echoskip is expecting kits. How's she doing?" She asked, noticing a few cats were watching the duo speak.
Mudtuft was glad to hear that Birchfur had given his kits good names. However this Quietkit, he hoped he wasn't actually quiet. Fernkit; the name was nice.
Starkit; after StarClan. Patchkit; the tom sounded like his favorite. "Oh yes, she's doing quite well." he answered her question.
The heavy rainfall had washed away a significant amount of scent, making it harder to detect potential predators in their territory. Peachfuzz was not worried though; the scent may have diminished, but there had not been sights of dung or tracks. He always found it easier to see marks in fresh mud. Even rain could not wash away the impressions of paw-prints embedded in the soft soil. "You have nothing to worry about," he assured his mate. "Nothing has been spotted, and if something dared to interrupt us, I would handle it." StarClan knew he would not let a predator touch a hair of Tinyfuzz.
Halestar was still missing from the Seastones, and he scoffed. "If Timberstar had obeyed StarClan's Wish and remain with the Clan, this Gathering would have started ages ago. I do not know what he was thinking, appointing a she-cat of all things to be his deputy. She is nothing more than a coward who can not perform even the simplest of leader duties. Where is Goldeneye? He should be up there taking charge."
"I didn't think I did," Tinyfuzz meowed, "but.. I wanted to make sure. I always feel safe with you, Peachfuzz." While he was essentially a teddy bear at heart and a big softie, the tom certainly didn't lack stature or muscle, and he could be more than a little intimidating at times. Never toward her, though. Venturing into the territory didn't feel like a risk when she was accompanied by her mate, and she doubted they would run into issues with a predator. Affectionately, she brushed her muzzle against his and murmured, "ShadowClan is fortunate to have a warrior like you, and I am so happy you're my mate."
The majority of ShadowClan were a bunch of Sinners, a belief passed onto her through Peachfuzz and the influence of his family, and they didn't respect the desires of StarClan. Most lived in utter ignorance of the roles designated to them. "She-cats should remain in the nursery," Tinyfuzz agreed, shaking her head in disapproval and disappointment at their leader's actions. "I hope Goldeneye takes over soon. Do you think he will?"
Thrushwing kept his gaze at the ground, stress ached at his paws. Although, he had to be happy for the gift from StarClan but what if? His mate, Jaystorm was a queen now and the kits are will be born soon, but what if something happened to her back at camp? Sure, he'd be crushed if something happened to his unborn children but is Jaystorm okay!? Thrushwing didn't understand why he was feeling this way now, nothing kept him this worried until now. "StarClan, I know ThunderClan is in trouble, but please let no WindClan cats get to my mate!" He prayed, finally lifting his chin to gaze at the stars. He couldn't stay like this throughout the entire gathering, he must learn about the other clans and quick. Thrushwing stood up, and looked around for any cats that did not have the ThunderClan scent on them.
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He purred softly, reciprocating the brush of Tinyfuzz's muzzle with a nuzzle of his own. "I am fortunate to have been Blessed with a mate as stunning as you are. ShadowClan is lucky to have such a devoted queen, and our kits will be luckier with you as their marvelous mother." StarClan was Smiling down on them for sure; how could they not? His mate was perfect, and Peachfuzz thought the world of her.
"Halestar should of had Echoheart's kits when she had the chance," he growled. "That would have put her to some use, and we would not have been confined to her as leader! Her days are numbered. StarClan would not stand to have a female in charge, especially after she handed the Clan over to the Dark Forest and promoted two she-cats as her deputies. There is a reason Goldeneye is the only successful one! StarClan Knows he is the rightful leader."
An enamored feeling washed over her as Peachfuzz responded with his own words of loyalty and love. Thoughts of their future offspring made her heart beat faster in excitement, as she yearned to fulfill her duty to her mate and to her Clan, and she most certainly did want to be a mother to a healthy litter of mewling kits. "Having your kits," Tinyfuzz gushed softly. "Oh, I can't even imagine it, but you know I'd love to truly become a queen." She was already a permanent queen because she remained in the nursery and didn't have warrior duties, but she longed for kits to make it official.
"She should not have even been leader," Tinyfuzz mumbled. "It is against StarClan's Will, and I believe that must be why ShadowClan has seen such... poor luck lately." Their ancestors were angry at them, she knew it. Bad omens were everywhere, and the proof was in how her bones protruded slightly in new places along her smaller frame. Unfortunately, prey was scarce with the atrocious weather, and the marsh's supply of frogs wasn't endless. A sigh escaped her, and she meowed, "If only there was something we could do, because a she-cat leader," she nearly hissed the words, "will be the end of us."
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