Nightfall followed silently Twilightstar, walking in front of his siblings as if guiding them. it had always been like that. The young, weakest Nightkit who tried to protect Duckkit and Duskkit. And now, even though all of three had become grat warrior capable of taking care of themselves, the duty and instict of Nightfall had never decreased.
While walking, he turned sideways to take a look at the couple. "Heard that Riverclan made their return recently. What do you think?" He asked his siblings, thoughtful of what might the consequences be. Twilightstar certainly wouldn'tt stir up any problem, and Thunderclan seemed ok with it, too. But will Shadowclan, as well?
Pretty?
Wow, these jokes were really getting to her, huh?
She sat up straight as she became a bit flustered.
"I've been alright, um, my brother kinda... vanished, maybe he went somewhere safe." She said, trying to force worry out of her words, because she is not trying to drag anyone down.
"But WindClan's been okay."
She didn't respond to the clear joke of joining ThunderClan with him.
He was clearly kidding again, and all that jazz.
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Dewfawn huffed "Sure smells like it." They replied "I think they should've stayed away, so they can't fail with their second chance."
Harsh, yes, but it was what Dewfawn believed about RiverClan.
As they and their siblings fully entered, they were trying to avoid the stench as much as possible.
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She was enjoying her time, listening to TwilightStars instructions beforehand and sure she wouldn’t spill a single secret. This was her first gathering und didn’t even know how long. Sometime early in her apprenticeship want it? Ya, way too long.
She sat among the talking cats, a smile on her face as she looked around at those she could speak too, excitement in the rapid beating of her heart…then…boom. She saw the sour nightmare of an excuse of a cat, going and clumping a whole clan into one stereotypical group. She immediately rolled her eyes and scoffed, making it pretty obvious it was at DesFawn too…duh…what other cat did she hate like that? Absolutely nobody.
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Silverleopard blinked slowly as she took in the sight of the RiverClan. Well, they´ve returned. That confirms it, them being here at the Gathering. Blue eyes narrowing, the silver-and-black rosette warrior sat back on her haunches.
His yellow gaze softened at the revelation of her brother going missing. ”Ah geez, Scorps, I’m sorry to hear that.” He replied, nodding solemnly. Now he kind of felt like a jerk for suggesting she move to ThunderClan. ’Well, maybe now there’s nothing holding her back?’ The tom thought selfishly. ’Wait, what am I talking about?’ His brows furrowed. It’s not like him and Scorpionsight would ever really be mates. It was all in good fun. She knew that. ’Right?’
He stared at the WindClan she-cat quietly for a moment, then quickly shifted back into his easy-going demeanor. ”Any good Clan gossip lately? ThunderClan’s been boring.” Of course, he wouldn’t reveal anything himself. ThunderClan’s worries should stay ThunderClan’s worries. ”I fought off some foxes not long ago.” He announced proudly, puffing out his chest. ”They were no match for ThunderClan. It was easy for our patrol. Not a cat injured!” He declared, wiping a paw coolly over his ears, as if he was speaking as nonchalantly about eating something from the prey pile. ”You know, you’d be safe with me.” Raggedear said with a wink, already back to his flirty self.
Snakepaw was still thinking of why her brother wasn’t here when RiverClan scent entered her nose, not the scent of the clan being here, but the scent of an individual cat approaching her. She was more tolerant of this scent than most ThunderClan cats, largely due to being used to it from when Reedclaw used to visit. She was still worried about her father, though by now had started to come to terms with the fact that he was probably dead. As for Duskleaf…well she just wasn’t sure. Wait…Reedclaw was probably dead, Duskleaf was nowhere to be seen…so who was this RiverClan cat approaching?
Then she looked at this RiverClan cat who asked if she was Snakepelt. Okay that wasn’t right but it was close. Maybe this RiverClan cat was looking for her for some reason? It seemed strange for a cat from a different clan that wasn’t her brother or her father to come looking for her at a gathering, she didn’t have any friends in the other clans.
"Close enough. My name's Snakefang." She said, "Well, at the moment it’s Snakepaw…" She added in a slightly quieter voice, still pretty annoyed about her demotion. Honestly! Tears up one plant and suddenly she’s the idiot of ThunderClan! "Anyhow, what is it you need me for?"
PlumShades nodded her head ah snakefang not pelt, tsk well that was okay not like she cared to much or well snakepaw , must have sucked to be demoted huh? she thought to herself, fixing the curly tuft on her head " Well your brother, duskleaf wanted me to tell you he's alive she meowed, she hoped the was good for the Thunderclan cat
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It's been a while since Lichenpaw last attended a gathering, but after RiverClan's return to the forest she wanted to be here for this one. Most of her was expecting to witness some drama of some kind and, honestly? Lichenpaw was here for it. What was life without a little squabble anyway! That, and she was excited to show off their new medicine apprentice and deputy. A little bragging never hurt anyone!
Oh yikes, okay.
"No it's okay, I'm sure he's alright." She said "I didn't mean to make you feel bad about what you said or anything."
She noticed Raggedear quickly shifted back to his usual demeanor.
Foxes?
Goodness, she hasn't even seen the things yet.
"Well, uh, I'm gpad you were okay through the ordeal." Scorpionsight replied, before thinking about if there was and gossip.
"Not that I can think of." Not that's sharable, at least. Tons of death, that's for sure. Cats keep dying or getting attacked.
It seems to have... slowed down for now, at least.
The bengal quickly snapped back into reality when he said that she'd be safe with him.
Wow, funny jokes, yup!
No reason to get flustered, Scorpionsight.
She pulled herself back into composure.
"Well that'd be good to know if it's ever needed." She meant maybe in battle.
Nothing else.
Nope.
Not at all.
Go away thoughts.
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Vinepaw - WindClan - 9 moons - he/him
Vinepaw stepped into the gathering with a mix of apprehension and anticipation. Although this was his third gathering, it felt like his first in many ways. The nightmares that had troubled him over the past few moons were still fresh in his mind, casting a shadow over his excitement. The lively chatter of the assembled cats and the familiar scents of the different clans seemed distant, almost surreal.
As he scanned the crowd for familiar faces, a pang of anxiety struck him. The cats he had hoped to see—his mentor, friends from his own clan—were nowhere to be found. Every clan seemed to blur into one another, their conversations merging into a background hum that only heightened his discomfort. The vibrant colors and sounds around him felt overwhelming rather than welcoming.
Vinepaw tried to shake off his unease by reminding himself of the importance of this event. Gatherings were meant to bring the clans together, to set aside differences and share in the unity of their shared heritage. He knew he should be mingling and participating, but the weight of his recent dreams made it hard to muster the energy to do so.
He wandered to the edge of the gathering, finding a quiet spot where the noise was more muted. Here, away from the main groups, he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the tightness in his chest. He focused on observing the gathering from a distance, watching the interactions and noting the differences and similarities between the clans.
The sight of cats greeting each other with friendly nuzzles and soft words provided a small comfort, reminding him of the camaraderie that was the essence of these gatherings. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. Vinepaw fidgeted with his paws, lost in thought as he watched the leaders and deputies take their places, preparing for the official part of the gathering.
In his solitude, Vinepaw tried to center himself, drawing on the lessons he’d learned from his mentors about staying calm under pressure. He reminded himself that gatherings were a chance to observe and learn, even if he didn’t always feel ready to fully engage. The hope was that, over time, he would become more accustomed to the ebb and flow of these events and find his own place within them.
For now, he took comfort in the fact that he was here, participating in the tradition that bound all the clans together. As he continued to watch, he hoped that the gathering’s energy would eventually help him feel more connected and less alone
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Burningpaw followed ThunderClan into the Gathering. Wow! There were a lot of cats here. The young tom glanced around, and frowned. Like, a lot of cats. He saw an apprentice that looked around his age, probably a few moons older, and the younger tom bounced over. "Hey!! I'm Burningpaw! What's your name?"He purred. The other cat looked stressed, so he decided they would talk
to him. He sat down next to the cat, smiling.
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