November Gathering

[Moonraven]

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[ @Starfall @dino. @Undertaker @Rani @Mica @taillow @Marigoldwhisper ]

[Moonraven]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

The cold would kill her one of these days, she knew it! After collecting everyone who wanted to go to the gathering, she led the clan out of camp and was smacked in the face with a blast of blister-cold wind as soon as she stepped outside the camp. If she hadn't been so stubborn about appearances and WindClan's reputation, she would have let Crowtooth take point while she hid behind his bulk.

If she were more egotistical she would have made Batglare, Snowybreeze, and Leechscar accompany them and serve as her barriers with Crowtooth to the gathering. If they didn't want to stay for the gathering they could walk their fluffy butts back home. Alas, she wasn't that mean. After clearing the small stream at the border and entering RiverClan's territory, she led them down the usual route to the Seastones.

The leader's eye glittered in the moonlight as she slowed her paws when the beach came into view. No fresh scent of ShadowClan, ThunderClan, or RiverClan. Surprisingly WindClan was the first to arrive at the seastones. The grains of sand felt like shards of clearstone on her cold pads, she practically glided across the beach and onto the leaders' perch. Twilightstar had a small sneezing fitting and took a few seconds to clean the stray tears that trickled from her eye due to the gusts.

She crouched down low and wrapped her tail tightly around her paws. As much as she'd like to sit lower where it was warmer, she couldn't see as well as she could on the leader's perch. Even though they rarely had problems among WindClan and it's been a while since they've spotted an outsider in the gathering, she wanted to ensure she could keep an eye on every cat.

WindClan has arrived

[Fish]

Spottedpaw and Ashcloud filtered into the gathering. Both had mixed feelings about going to the gathering but it wasn't a bad idea to be well informed about the other clans. What they were up to and potential dramas that might be stirring between the others clans. Hopefully peace would last for years to come but that was certainly asking for too much. Ashcloud worried that one of his clan members would cause some trouble while Spottedpaw kept an eye out to see if her mother came.

[open]

[seeingstars]

Daywhisper ♥ She / Her ♥ Windclan warrior ♥ 35+ Moons

Daywhisper padded among the front of the group of Windclan cats heading to the gathering. She was actually looking forward to the gathering, perhaps she'd meet a new cat!

{ OPEN }

[seeingstars]

Hollypaw ♦ He / Him ♦ Windclan apprentice ♦ 8+ moons

Hollypaw bounced into the gathering alongside his mother, looking around the seastones. Windclan seemed to be the only clan there so far. He looked around trying to find someone to talk to, whether he recognized them or not.

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[dino.]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Bumblestar was tired. Cold, and tired, and for all her attempts to remain stoic about it, it would be clear to anyone that exhaustion was weighing on her. She had too much to think about, as of late, and her temper was starting to run hot to apparently make up for the increasing chill.

WindClan was already here, by the look of it. Without a word to her Clan, she headed for the rocks to settle down next to Twilightstar. Her only greeting to the lilac she-cat was a grunt of acknowledgement as she tucked her paws underneath herself.

[ @Starfall @Moonraven @Beaan ]

[Beaan]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

- Wolfpaw -
- He/Him - 9 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -

Alright, it was time again. The brown tripod got up as his leader started walking with the clan in tow to the gathering. Hopefully it wouldn't be like last time. Wolfpaw followed Bumblestar to the seastones, puffing his fur up to help combat the cold weather. It was almost leaf-bare, anyway. The last leaf-bare Wolfpaw experienced was when he was born, although it was so close to newleaf at that time, so he couldn't really call it leaf-bare. Stars, he missed greenleaf already. The medic was so caught up in thought that he didn't realize they were already at the seastones. He looked up, green hues scanning the high rank rocks. From the looks of it, WindClan had arrived already, as Twilightstar was sitting up at the leader's perch.

As ThunderClan began filling the area along with the WindClan ranks, the medicine cat continued to follow his leader until she eventually hopped up onto the leader's perch, and Wolfpaw turned to heave himself up to where the Medicine cats sat. It was his third gathering now, and he hoped this one would be decent. He wasn't looking forward to seeing the ShadowClan medics or that RiverClan medicine cat apprentice - Berryshine, he could tolerate. But the other one who burst out into tears last gathering? No thanks. The brown tom hobbled over before laying down where he laid the previous two gatherings, shuffling his paws before covering his leg stup with his tail per usual. He glanced around, looking at the crowd of clan cats below. He was glad he was laying down where he was, and not down there. He wouldn't last five seconds down there, maybe less.

Instictively, the tom started scanning the crowd for his fellow ThunderClan Medic (albeit, hollow's position was a secret) before stopping a few moments later when he remembered Hollows was sick. So that meant that Wolfpaw's chances of having a decent gathering has dropped signifigantly, since now he couldn't retreat to his 'baby brother' when things got rough. The tom chuckled at the memory. It was a good idea, and the tom really did see Hollowpaw as a baby brother... kinda. He glanced over to the deputies rock, where he spotted Spiderthroat. If things started to take a turn for the worst like last time, maybe he could retreat to spiderthroat this time. Hopefully that didn't happen this time, but Wolfpaw could never be too safe. Now all the young medicine cat had to do was wait. Wait for the rest of the medics and leaders to arrive, and then the gathering could start. The sooner that happened, the sooner it could end and the sooner Wolfpaw could go the hell home. Despite only going to two, he didn't really like them all that much at the moment.

Why did the young tripod hate them so much? Well, all they do is gather all four clans every full moon - who probably hate each other 99% of the time - sit and talk about random crap that happened in the clan, and then go home. Really? He didn't care about the new apprentices and warrior of the enemy clans, why would he? He just cared about the important stuff, and then going home and collapsing in his nest for the next few hours before the sunrise or a cat awoke him. He just wanted it to be that simple. But nooooo, it can never be simple! Theres always some random crap happening, accusations flying everywhere, or just downright information that Wolfpaw couldn't care less about. The day a gathering was simple or had no crap going on was the day Wolfpaw was going to go insane. Which ment never, from what he has heard.

But enough rambling (even though he was thinking it and talking to himself), he didn't want to focus on how much he hated them, it would just make him more annoyed. So, the medicine cat turned his attention to the cats mingling down below. It was strange how for one night, one singular night, cats could get along (or should). It always bamboozled him. They were all enemies, so how could, for one night, they not? For some, these cats had hurt them in countless battles, and had to face them and be nice here. One of the many reasons Wolfpaw was glad he had never fought in a battle, and didn't sit with all the other cats. All he knew was if he came across a cat who had killed a love one or did something unforgettable like blind him, he would not like having to be all nice and chatty with them. Well, actually he would just hold himself back from not clawing them. Would it be allowed if he treat them just very harshly? It would only be a bit of a step up from his normal grumpy attitude. Wait, why was he thinking about that? Well, he hasn't gotten the slightest clue. Well, none of that applied to him just yet, so he was safe... for now.

Well now he wanted to fight someone. He remembered last gathering and his threat to Rookfire. He knew there was no way in StarClan he could fight off an older and much more experienced cat. Maybe he should go to Bumble for some battle lessons soon, just as a precaution. Wouldn't hurt to learn a few moves, right? Plus, if he was going to become a warrior, he would need to learn to fight too, so he just thought of it as another training requirement, even if he didn't really need it. It would be cool to show Muddy once they were better all the cool moves he learned too. It sounds like a good idea, so the medic decided that after the gathering, he would seek out some fighting training. He remembered his dreams when he was a kit, becoming the bestest warrior he could be and help his clan. Even though the warrior part was out of the question, at least he was fufilling part of that dream. But in all honesty, Wolfpaw quite liked his position as medicine cats. Minus the fact he had to live in a creepy herb-filled den where he lost his leg, alone, now that hollows was sick and in the sick camp instead. That part really sucked. Like a lot. But oh well, he just sucked it up and delt with it, like everything else.

[ @/squidz @/elio @/Alchemist Kistune @/Dolomedes - Sorry I just casually dropped a 1k bomb on yall]

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 56 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowtooth - @Rani ]
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A bitter wind sliced through the feathery layers of Hawkfur's pelt, digging in with frigid claws and taking hold. The Fury shivered, huddled amongst his clanmates as they made their way to the Sea Stones. While used to brisk winds and chilled temperatures, the cold near the beach was near-agonizing. Especially on his still-healing burn. Hawkfur bumped up against Crowtooth, blue eyes narrowed against the gusts of sea wind that buffeted them. "Think you got room for one more on that Deputy perch, mate?" He muttered wryly, his bitter (yet also teasing) expression almost lost in the puffed fur around his neck.

As WindClan arrived, Hawkfur jerked his chin in farewell to his Deputy friend and padded off to find a slightly warmer spot to huddle. Close to the Sea Stones the wind was broken slightly, creating a small reprieve from the gusts. Hawkfur crouched into a small, tight russet lump, fluffing his fur against the cold. His coat was made for cold temperatures, sure, but with how warm the weather had been recently, he hadn't gotten the chance to get his full leafbare coat again.

ThunderClan arrived next, Bumblestar looking a little worse for wear. Hawkfur followed her with a sky-blue gaze, then directed his attention to Wolfpaw, her medicine cat. Well, he had certainly stuck around. Hawkfur's kiddos would be getting their apprentice ranks soon, now that he thought about it. It wasn't like he had been counting the days, or whatever. Their first Gathering would be in the cold, too. Well, Hawkfur had enough fur and warmth to go around. Bird family cuddle pile! He chuckled lightly at the thought.

[Open for interactions!]

[Mica]

Duckfrond
ThunderClan Warrior
he/him | 21 moons
[Plush russet abyssinian with a bob tail and green eyes]
Purrks: Just a Scratch
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Strength ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Getting out of camp for the night would be good for him. Duckfrond would have rather thrown himself off the ridge in camp before admitting that he was worried about leaving Spring at camp without someone looking after her, but the abyssinian couldn't help but glance over his shoulder every so often. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place--either go to the Gathering and leave her to possibly implode, or stay behind and possible explode himself. He had decided on the option that involved less possibility of him getting demoted for tearing the warrior's den into shreds.

Shaking his head to clear it of the thoughts swirling around in there, Duckfrond trotted over the chilled sands towards the Sea Stones. He didn't sit anywhere in particular--making a small divot for himself in the sand and loafing. He stayed that way for approximately three heartbeats before cursing, pushing himself to his paws and beginning to do laps around the beach. He wove in between cats, pretending to be looking for someone, when in reality he just had to keep moving. Gatherings were fun since he got to be around new cats, but it was a hell of a lot of sitting! He'd wander around a bit before settling when the announcements came.

[nyme]

AND IT NEVER MADE ANY SENSE, ANYTHING

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MAGGOTPAW . 8 MOONS . IT/THEY . WINDCLAN

"It's just us!" Maggotpaw crows, feeling all smug about Windclan's early arrival. "They're our Seastones now. Quick. Make them smell like us." It pointedly rubs his narrow face against whatever it can, muddiness be damned, smearing its claim to the communal gathering spot. It's significantly more boisterous this time around than it had been in the past, even though the chill this evening is vicious and makes it want to find a flank to burrow into.

Luckily, it has Leopardpaw for that.

Maggotpaw finishes scrubbing its cheek against an arcing, gnarled length of driftwood and then circles back toward its spotted sister. "Leopardpaw I am putting my face on you." It warns her before doing do, rubbing the other cheek against her shoulder. There: all of Seastones belongs to Maggotpaw, and so does Leopardpaw.

"There will be lots of cats. I won't let you bump into them. They won't bump into you, either." It chirps, eyeing Thunderclan's arrival—there goes Windclan's uncontested claim. Ah, well.

@Idiotic.Bean101 ; LEOPARDPAW