January Gathering

[*longfire*]

Scalepaw watched everyone talk

lilyheart trudged through the crowd looking for her friends

Stormpaw watches everyone talk and pad around

THunderblaze and stormclaw watched

Ashclaw watches

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[Rose]

Berrypaw
Post Count: 120/100
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Her second Gathering. That was the first thought Berrypaw had had when she'd followed Twilightstar and Fallownose from camp. Of course, if Berrypaw was bolder, she would have tried to stick to the deputy's side. But instead she contented herself to watching from far away, mismatched gaze glued on the tom who had seemed to become one of Berrypaw's favorites over the few times they'd spent together. It made the speckled molly wish she knew her real father, not to compare them, but so that she could... At least be content that her father was anything like the deputy she so admired.

As her slender paws carried her to Seastones, Berrypaw found that there was something more dreadful than having to meet the other Clans. Rain. It soaked her fluffy, curly fur to the bone, leaving the small molly looking like a drenched rat. Well, in her defense, a drenched, spotted rat. What wasn't helping was the sand, squishing unpleasantly underneath her paws and getting stuck between her toes. Gah.

Cringing, the speckled damsel quickly scanned Seastones for some shade to sit underneath. But unfortunately, she saw none, so instead Berrypaw moved a little into the crowd and sat down where she was, cringing slightly at the prospect of getting sand all over her haunches. Well, if she didn't move a muscle until the Gathering was over, she couldn't possibly get any more sand on her, right?

[Twinkle]

Ivyclaw watched the other cats, annoyed by their presents, she was very introverted and hated all the noise.
her fur was bristling with tension as cats passed her, she didn't want to be here, though she was interested to see what the leaders would have to say.

[Ian]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Fallownose followed after Twilightstar, his ears lowered against the rain. His slate-gray fur clung to his body, though luckily, the fur on his underbelly wasn't long enough to drag through the wet sand. That would've been even worse than just being wet.

The deputy had to resist shaking his paws after every step to get rid of the wet sand, knowing it wouldn't do any good. He risked a quick glance at Twilightstar and noticed she didn't seem pleased and was very clearly trembling. Fallownose frowned slightly at that. This weather wasn't good for anyone, but Twilightstar seemed extra affected. She'd been through worse, so hopefully, the WindClan leader would manage.

As Twilightstar paused at the base of the Seastones, Fallownose also paused to watch, wondering why she was hesitating. It became apparent when she attempted to climb up, and her forepaws immediately slipped, though she quickly recovered and was now... taking his spot?! NOOOO. That was his spot! He had claimed it! So not fair. Why couldn't she have sat in Copperfire's spot or the empty spot where ShadowClan's deputy usually sat???

Well, at least she offered to trade spots with him, but Fallownose did not fancy trying it out after seeing her slip. Plus, Dawnstar probably wouldn't take too well to someone who wasn't the leader being up there, and he didn't feel like starting a fight at the Gathering. With a petulant grumble, though the amusement in his eyes made it clear he wasn't serious, he hopped up beside Twilightstar. "I don't see why you couldn't have taken Copperfire's spot." Was Fallownose pouting? Yes. Did he care? Nope! And if he sat a little closer to Twilightstar to conserve space for the other two deputies (assuming ShadowCaln had got one) as an excuse to help her stay warm, no one needed to know.

@Moonraven @Estelle [have Fallow in a silly goofy mood]

[versailles]

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⋗ GLOWPAW; she/they - 3/100

it's her first gathering, and glowpaw is already absolutely miserable. ginger and white fur clings to her frame, soaked from the rain. she treks across the land, following behind her clan, eyes glued to the muddy ground. if she looks up, and sees that there's already a clan (or all the other clans) there, she fears that she may pass out. or worse, start crying. the only problem is now, since they've reached the beach, she has to watch her paws slowly become stained from the mud and sand. great..., she thinks gloomily.

everyone starts to split off, heading where they want to, whether it's to chat with other clans or just sit down. they're pretty sure that it's only riverclan here, so far. still, the apprentice feels nauseous and they regret coming along. she stands still, frozen with uncertainty (where should she sit? should they sit at all? should they talk to someone), and cold. "o..okay..one..step at..a ti-time.." she murmurs, squeezing her eyes shut. she just needs to find a place to sit.

they can only hope that someone doesn't come and talk to them once the do find a seat. the thought of it makes their pelt prickle with anxiety, gulping. hazel eyes slowly glance upwards, then quickly look back to the ground once she sees just how many cats there are. why did they decide to come?? what went through their mind? she can feel her chest tighten, forcing herself to take a deep breath and sigh.

one pawstep at a time, glowpaw manages to find a seat that's somewhat secluded, and sits down. she cringes at the thought of her fur getting further stained by the mud, along with the feeling of the wet sand between her toes. it momentarily distracts her from her anxiety surrounding the idea of all the cats, if only for just a few minutes. frowning, she keeps her shoulders hunched and head low, ears folded in disdain.

[gravekeeper.]

@Alchemist Kitsune

“I keep on trying to remind Ashclaw to take me out sometime, but I keep forgetting to!” Ashpaw admitted sheepishly.

[poppy]

Aspenstrike finally ventured to a gathering, nervously sitting down off to the side to watch things unfold, praying that no one would come over to insult her.

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[occultation]

Originally Posted by ~Umbreon~

"Good morning Cinderpaw" meowed a sooked Deadnight "i hope this rain lights up or stops soon"



Sunspirit paddled over towards Slatestripe, her golden ears flat against her head as she walked over, but she had a happy air about her. sitting down she watched the leader in concern "Slatestripe... i Feel kind of sorry for Pikestar... First his sickness, and now falling off the seastones. But he's a strong leader isn't he? one of the best... " Sunspirit shook out her wet fur "at least the rain is better then ice no?" she sighed, as her golden eyes looked about the clearing with mind interest

Slatestripe turned his head as he heard pawsteps approaching. No other Clan had arrived yet, so he knew it was a RiverClanner. Sunspirit sat down beside him, expressing concern and admiration for Pikestar.

Slatestripe glanced back in the direction of Pikestar. “He’s been through a great deal as of recent, that’s for sure. He lacks the confidence of Lionstar and the brutal dedication of Kestrelstar, but he’s doing well. I appreciate how open he is to hearing other cats’ ideas and feedback.”

Slatestripe’s attention was grabbed as the airy, grassy scent of WindClan hit his nostrils. He twisted his neck to watch the plainsrunners approach. Out of all three of the Clans, he felt the least negative about WindClan. That didn’t mean he liked them, though. RiverClan was the only Clan he thought deserved to be in the forest.

He narrowed his eyes as Twilightstar stumbled up the Seastones and… sat among the deputies? What in StarClan? Has that old bunny lost her senses? I hope WindClan isn’t so pathetic that they would let a cat with dementia be their leader.

Fallownose and Cowpaw followed close behind their leader. Slatestripe noted that WindClan’s medicine cat was taking an especially long time to get his full name. Fallownose and Twilightstar appeared to be exchanging words, probably about why the WindClan leader wasn’t in her place.

[rye_bread]

Duskstream walks around quietly, looking around at all the cats talking among themselves and soon he got tired of just padding around so he sat down closer to some cats instead by himself I might as well try and make some new friends at this gathering.. he thought and he started to look around all the cats for who to talk to first..
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[Pitou]

**Doeheart**

@Abyssopelagic

Leaving Elkkit and Firekit behind had been the toughest decision Doeheart had had to make in moons. The lilac queen was lagging behind the rest of Riverclan as she padded tentatively out onto the sandy beach. The last she'd seen they were, as far as she could tell, snuggled safely in their nest in the nursery. There were plenty of other queens and more than enough warriors still at camp. Besides, her last two remaining kits were nearly old enough to become apprentices, it'd be any day now. She knew she'd have to start letting them discover their own way, and she'd been more or less preparing herself for that impending day when it had been Elkkit and Heronkit...but then Heronkit...and Firekit returning...she couldn't imagine letting them go, letting them out of camp, out of her sight again. Firekit had already disappeared once and it was only by the grace of Starclan that she had returned safely. There was no such hope for many of her other kits...Falconkit, Heronkit, Brightkit, they were gone. And what would she do if the others never returned. Seeing Firekit had given her a renewed sense of hope for Magnoliakit, Flintkit, Bearkit, and Shellkit. But with only Firekit and Elkkit to hold onto, how could she possibly give them the freedom, and risks, of apprenticeship?

And thus, with her anxieties circling in her belly like snakes, she forced herself out of the nursery and after the rest of the clan towards Seastones. Her kits were growing older and there was nothing she could do to hold them back, keeping them young and by her side, so she knew she'd have to start somewhere in trusting them to care for themselves now, or else she'd be a disaster when they ultimately moved out of the nursery without her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and sat down, tucking her paws close in together after finding a spot among the other Riverclan cats. Windclan had also arrived, she was glad for it to have been Windclan. Though Twilightstar had called off their truce, Doeheart wasn't much entrenched in politics and Windclan cats still came off friendly to her. Thunderclan was hit or miss but Shadowclan put her on edge more often than not. She tried to focus her thoughts on the present leaders and the other cats around her but the conversations seemed to drone into one another creating a blurred murmuring that her mind couldn't decipher, though she realized she didn't much care. She was here to be out of the nursery and keep her mind on herself. As long as she could avoid fretting over her sleeping kits then she was doing fine...