January Gathering

[Estelle]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Sleepysunrise
[ 14 moons | She / Her | Shc Medicine Cat | Shadow Fiend ]

A rush of cold air covered her back as the young cat watched her grandmother step away to leave control to her right paw and see them off, ShadowClanner after ShadowClanner soon drifting away from the gathering. Strangely, the cold felt more biting seeing them together. She stood up in turn, eyes scanning the crowds to find Silentpaw, a hard stare locked on his back for several seconds as if ensuring he wasn't running away right here and now. She didn't pay much mind to the WindClan bunny asking to come along, even if her fur fluffed up on instinct - outwardly a simple act against the cold, inwardly a sign of discomfort and distrust in face of stranger coming along. When Dawnstar came to loom over her, Sleepysunrise was sure to stay near her. She didn't like having that stranger with them. He seemed weak, anyway. Or dumb. She couldn't tell which.

Her eyes turned to Lightningstorm with mild surprise when the older medic addressed her, her head tilting in obvious confusion as her brows knit. She observed the medic's grin in an almost analytical way, her face contorting awkwardly as she tried to copy the weird expression. It looked more like she was barring her fangs, however, and Sleepysunrise was quick to drop her head so they would stop regarding her face, expression turning back into neutrality. Something nagged at her mind, mocking, it whispered in her ear, and Sleepysunrise flicked her left ear in turn. Mocking you. Her lips pressed together but the dark feline forced her face to remain calm and not contort any further, turning her gaze to observe the interactions between the WindClanners. Frankly, she was almost offended on Twilightstar's behalf for the way they were speaking to her.

She cast a glance at her grandmother.
"I do not think you old."
She decided to whisper to Dawnstar like a safely kept secret, quite blankly, a simple fact to her. She was unsure why she felt the need to say such a thing, but she recalled that Dawnstar and Twilightstar had been leading their respective clans for many moons, and the little cat would not let her grandmother be talked down upon by proxy of the other leader being called old. It felt like her mind lagged; just like that Twilightstar was leading them into the unknown, and Sleepysunrise remained protectively close to her grandmother. Her paw gave a twitch as thoughts filled her mind and the cat realised she still had to speak to her grandmother on the matters of her teachings and -- her mother -- fail dead -- her gaze narrowed slightly. She had wanted to earlier, but between leaving for the gathering and the presence of these strangers she hadn't the chance yet.


[ @Moonraven @Undertaker @Mica @Alchemist Kitsune ]

[Estelle]

Coldpaw
[ 4 moon | She / Her | Wc Tunneller Apprentice | Heightened Perception: Touch ]

Coldpaw had been feeling well, spending the gathering cuddled up next to mumma, nice and warm and able to hear the announcements clearly without the overwhelming sounds and feelings of shifting sand constantly beneath her paws. That is what made it such a shame when the gathering came to end (although she had started to feel tired) and her mother decidedly would not come with them. Coldpaw scowled in protest, staying put for some time as she listened to the leaders and deputies convene. Really, if mumma wasn't coming home now, she wanted to come along too! And the young apprentice had half a mind about speaking up and declaring she would be joining them. But as she rose to her paws Coldpaw managed to get caught in her own fur and trip over, a reminder of precisely why she wouldn't be able to join them, and the lilac apprentice was left brooding. She tried to give her mother a hug goodbye before she was forced into the crowd and stumbling along with the too fast pace of her clan mates back to camp.


[ @Moonraven - Twilight mentions ]