~Shadowheart | Thunderclan~
She had caught sight of the small smile Streampelt had given her, but she knew the way he was looking at her he must’ve still been worried. When he didn’t seem relieved from her explanation, Shadowheart softened her gaze and leaned slightly towards him, placing her nose against his shoulder in a comforting manner before sitting back up and offering Streampelt yet another smile. ”I had been struggling to sleep these last few nights,” pausing, she gave a little tilt of her head to the right while she attempted to sooth his worries “but it’s alright, I’ve just been doing a few extra things while I’m out doing my duties to tire myself out,” raising her tail slightly, Shadowheart rested it along Streampelts back in a comforting manner. “I’m alright Streampelt, I promise you don’t have to worry,” her words were spoken in a gentle tone as she offered him a bit of a wider smile. Hopefully he’d take her word for this, and Shadowheart was attempting to change the topic as she said a soft “how have you been?” with a raised eyebrow.
@~Fierce~ ~Silentpaw | Shadowclan~
She saw the confusion on his features and she felt her pelt burn slightly with embarrassment. Most of the cats in Shadowclan had gotten use to Silentpaw not speaking, but she had to remind herself that this wasn’t a Shadowclanner. But that also meant they ran the risk of annoying this cat. A soft gulp was seen as Silentpaw shifted their paws in the sand, lowering their paw which they had been gesturing with to be pressed to the ground. She watched as Sundew stared at his paws, but she didn’t attempt to pull him out of his starring, instead she sat patiently waiting and blinking her rounded brown eyes around, searching for something that interested her. When she saw him give a little shake of his head out of the side of her eyes, Silentpaw turned back to look towards him with a little smile plastered along her muzzle. When Sundew apologized and spoke in a apologetic tone Silentpaw let out a little laugh and nodded softly at his question. They were doing mostly good, of course mostly good was probably the best you could get when in Shadowclan. At first she seemed to be thinking about something before looking back towards Sundew. Softly, she had gestures towards the area where Thunderclan seemed to be the at the most before pointing towards Sundew. “Are you Thunderclan?”.
@Tidepool ~Reedpaw | Riverclan~
She watched him closely, examining his movements and manners. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t trust the other apprentice, more the fact that Reedpaw was simply anxious in this gathering. This wasn’t her first and yet for some reason it almost felt like it was. Reedpaw had noticed Ryepaw studying her out the corner of her eye as she had turned to look back towards the leaders on the Seastones. A soft breath was pushed from Reedpaws muzzle as she turned her head to look towards Ryepaw and offered him another smile, though the question seemed to catch her off guard a bit. It was a nice night, lovely even, it was just the fact that she hadn’t expected the comment that had seemed to surprise her so much. “Yeah, it is,” pausing, Reedpaw seemed to be thinking about something before raising her eyebrows just slightly “in..in the wooded area you live in, is it normally dark?” interest shown in Reedpaws eyes as she gave a little head tilt with this. “I mean, normally dark during the day and night.”
@lamented duskfire
The first thing that caught Kestrelstar's notice as he settled onto the rock was that the Shields who had attended tonights Gathering were all clumped together... by the shoreline. He could spot their distant figures, having caught sight of Plumstorm at the helm. A trickle of frustration dripped down him, but he wouldn't call out to them. If they wanted to disrespect the newly given rank's title then so be it. He'd find different cats for the job.
His eyes then landed on Yarrowshade, narrowing slightly at the sight of her scarred pelt. So there was truth to the story that Plumstorm had told him in Snakeheart's den. He believed her when she claimed the ThunderClanner had crossed into the territory, and while he wouldn't hold the entirety of ThunderClan responsible, he'd made sure that Aspenstar knew of her warriors activities.
Another face in the crowd drew attention from him - and perhaps the other leaders as well. Buckstar - or maybe he had gone back to his warrior name, considering it was Aspenstar sitting up here and not him. That must be a rather curious predicament, but Kestrelstar didn't really want to nose his way into it. There was a truce between their Clans but that didn't mean he'd ever be overly friendly with their forested neighbors.
Then came the overwhelming stench of ShadowClan. Kestrelstar kept a neutral face, yellow eyes watching as the massive tabby sprang up onto the rocks, not giving him nor Aspenstar any greeting. He wasn't surprised, honestly - it wasn't like Dawnstar to be hospitable in any way. Part of him was curious about what had happened to the warrior who had murdered Graypelt, the queen he had buried after the last Gathering, but he wasn't going to ask.
From up where he sat on the rocks, Kestrelstar had a rather advantageous view of the cats gathered below. Mingling together, their words a low hum. Two cats in particular garnered the gray tabby's attention; was that... Streampelt? He didn't recognize the she-cat he was speaking with, so she must've been from another Clan. They seemed a little too friendly for his liking, and he had certainly taken notice of his warriors' absence from camp life. Something to speak on back at camp, though, not at a Gathering.
After a few more moments, Kestrelstar stood. He was a tad worried at the absence of WindClan, but if they sat out here much longer he felt as if his tail would freeze off. "Looks like WindClan isn't coming..." he sighed, voice only loud enough for the leaders around him to hear.
With a shake of his head, the tabby tom stepped forward, figuring he'd go first with RiverClan's announcements. "RiverClan is doing well. The fish are swimming as good as ever, and thanks to a hunting event held by Sunsetbloom, our prey pile is as stocked as ever." He wanted to give acknowledgement to the large molly for her contribution to the Clan, while also stating how well off RiverClan was doing.
"We've had four new apprentices start their warrior training. Irispaw, Wavepaw, Hawkpaw, and Maplepaw have all been made apprentices and are already excelling in their training. Silverpaw has also displayed exceptional skills and has been welcomed to RiverClan's warriors as Silverstripe." He paused for a moment to allow for any cheering for the young warrior, most of which he knew would come from RiverClan - hopefully.
Moving on, his yellow eyes narrowed. "There was a border incident between one of my warriors and yours, Aspenstar. Plumstorm reported that a cat by the name of Yarrowshade was trespassing several fox-length onto RiverClan land. She refused to leave when asked, and instead attacked my warrior. I'm sure if you take notice of the wounds she has tonight," he stated, gaze flickering over to the ThunderClan leader as he spoke, careful that his tone remain neutral with just the slightest edge, "it will be made clear that while we have agreed on a truce, trespassing will not be tolerated." There wasn't much else to say, and to show that he only meant to call out a single warrior and not ThunderClan as a whole, he nodded to Aspenstar.
"I have also recovered Graypelt's body, the queen that was brutally murdered by a ShadowClan warrior a moon ago. She was buried in our Clans resting place as we held vigil for her." He didn't bother to look at Dawnstar - he already knew she lacked remorse for any death her or her warriors caused. With leaf-bare so close, and RiverClan having already driven ShadowClan back during their border tussle, he didn't feel the need nor want to ruffle the molly's fur.
"That is all from RiverClan." Kestrelstar had decided against announcing the new RiverClan ranks in favor of keeping his announcements as short as they could be. He stepped back and took a seat, vacating the space for the next leader to step forward.
The dark tabby's eyes widened in surprise. But then her features settled in determination. Her nervous paws stiffened and she tried to look calm and collected.
Yarrowshade had partially expected that her crimes would go unnoticed since, as a matter of fact, they always did and usually it was frustrating. All that villainy and none of the glory. But now she came to the grim realization that her actions may or may not have consequences. She wasn't entirely used to those. It always felt like someone else bore the responsibility. Whitewolf, Aspenstar, all of ThunderClan.
Whatever. She did what she did and she wasn't sorry. She just needed to spin a lie elaborate enough for Aspenstar to believe it. Sha was already digging herself deep, why not deeper. It was yet to be discovered whether she was digging herself into a goldmine or a grave.
He screwed up his nose, staring down at her with an unreadable expression as she squirmed around in the sand. One of these days he WAS going to do it. Whether it was a pond or a creek or the ocean, he WAS going to shove in. She totally deserved it.
Him? A riot? More like a target for her shenanigans. "Yeah, and you're annoying," he muttered, sitting back on his hind legs and raising his forepaws to wipe the sand from his face. Oh, gross, some of it was still in his mouth. Sweet revenge was on the horizon.
He fell back to all four paws and scoffed, a less-than-amused sound. "You are perhaps the LEAST interesting thing that's happened - that ever will happen. Don't flatter yourself."
And then he scowled as Kestrelstar began to speak. "Why can't we keep our paws to ourselves? Another war is going to break out at this rate if Aspenstar can't start keeping warriors in check." Whitewolf had been murdered as a result of the last one, and despite turning up so very NOT dead later, had simply disappeared again shortly after - and he realized with a jolt that he really didn't want to lose Cinderpaw the same way.
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>Tumblepaw | RC Apprentice<
Tumblepaw looked up, surprised, as Fogpaw approached him, and then squinted. We're both RiverClan - shouldn't they know who I am? He knew them, at least. "Er, Tumblepaw," he said gently. "You're Fogpaw, right?"
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>Buckbranch | TC Warrior<
A relieved sigh accompanied his smile as Mistpaw laughed. Humor- apparently he still had it. That was something, at least.
He tilted his head. "You know, I'm not sure. I know that sometimes StarClan will let cats return, but for Gravelblaze and I... we had to search every inch of StarClan, I think, and even now the way we came back is fuzzy. I don't remember how." He frowned, brows furrowing and his gaze becoming distant as he drifted into his own thoughts. After a moment he glanced apologetically back to her. "I guess that's a question for them, then. I can't answer that, I'm sorry."
His gaze flickered up to the larger stone as Kestrelstar began his announcement, and sighed through his nose. "I see ShadowClan hasn't changed since I've been gone..." And, as he'd expected, some warriors weren't going to be able to let things work themselves out - he wanted to rise to his feet and take Yarrowshade aside for a brief conversation but had to remind himself that it wasn't his job anymore. If Aspenstar wants to deal with it, she will. That's not my place.
Although Sundews eyes seemed dull, he smiled. “That’s good.” he was glad the cat was doing good, why he cared so much, wasn’t quite clear. He pulled his tail closer to himself, not wanting it to get stepped on. He was able to tell they she was asking whether he was Thunderclan or not, and he gave a small nod as an answer. He could tell by their pine scent that they were Shadowclan, but he thought he should ask rather than guess. He atleast knew she wasn’t thunderclan, since he had never seen them before.
“Are you Shadowclan?” Sundew asked, curious whether his guess was right or not.
A relieved sigh accompanied his smile as Mistpaw laughed. Humor- apparently he still had it. That was something, at least.
He tilted his head. "You know, I'm not sure. I know that sometimes StarClan will let cats return, but for Gravelblaze and I... we had to search every inch of StarClan, I think, and even now the way we came back is fuzzy. I don't remember how." He frowned, brows furrowing and his gaze becoming distant as he drifted into his own thoughts. After a moment he glanced apologetically back to her. "I guess that's a question for them, then. I can't answer that, I'm sorry."
His gaze flickered up to the larger stone as Kestrelstar began his announcement, and sighed through his nose. "I see ShadowClan hasn't changed since I've been gone..." And, as he'd expected, some warriors weren't going to be able to let things work themselves out - he wanted to rise to his feet and take Yarrowshade aside for a brief conversation but had to remind himself that it wasn't his job anymore. If Aspenstar wants to deal with it, she will. That's not my place.
~Mistpaw~
Grey eyes focused on Buckbranch in rapt attention as he described his journey 'back'. Although slightly disappointed that he couldn't remember specifics, the young she-cat was still awestruck at the fact he had made it back at all. She made a mental note to ask Icicleripple about this fascinating Starclan predicament whenever she returned. She was a medicine cat after all, and if she remembered correctly, Larkstorm had said that medicine cats could communicate directly with Starclan!
Gaze flicking back to the Seastones as Kestrelstar began to speak, Mistpaw listened carefully as he spoke about Riverclan's status. It seemed to be similar to last gathering, but her brow scrunched up in confusion as he spoke about a Thunderclan warrior being over the border and attacking one of their warriors. Hadn't Larkstorm mentioned that just recently when she was learning the warrior code?
"I thought you would be breaking the code if you trespassed in another clan's territory..." the young apprentice muttered in confusion, tilting her head as she tried to puzzle out her clanmate's actions. However, as Kestrelstar mentioned the burial of the murdered queen and Buckbranch's comment of Shadowclan she seemed to shrink into herself before quietly piping back up again. "Do they... murder cats often??? I uh... I don't think I want to meet anyone from there if they do..."
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Damn, he was too late to this gathering. The entire time traveling, he was staying at the back at the group, trying to think of what chaos would happen. His sisters had already gotten there, so he bounded over to his spot, quickly sitting down.
Well, it was rather disappointing that WindClan hadn't come yet. She hadn't gotten a chance to catch a whiff of their scent, although from what she'd heard, she'd imagine them to smell like rabbits and grass. What a disappointing scent. Ivypaw preferred the strong scent of pines that clung to her pelt. It distinguished her from the other Clans. The leader of RiverClan, the gray tabby Kestrelstar, was starting the meeting. Ivypaw listened with interest at what he had to say. So, this tom was allied with WindClan and their enemies. Interesting. Maybe she'd get to take one of his lives away someday. Was there any interesting news?
Okay, so first it was boring stuff. Good prey, new apprentices, and a new warrior. One dark brown ear twitched. Was there anything interesting? Oh, he mentioned a "border incident". Ivypaw listened curiously, but found that she was sort of losing interest. On one paw, it was good to hear about the other Clans - it satisfied some of her curiosity. On the other, some of the news felt boring and repetitive. Truce? Maybe ThunderClan and RiverClan had had some issues in the past. And there was the queen that Foxstorm - Maggotpaw - had killed. Graypelt was her name. Ivypaw didn't care much for her. It was her fault for not fighting hard enough to protect herself and her kits. And that was it. Ivypaw waited for the other leaders to speak.
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Plumstorm's interest in the other shield wavers for a moment or two, and her attention slides back to the sea. This was the most social she'd ever been at a Gathering, wasn't it? Hell... Wasn't this the most social she'd been, period? A stretch ripples through her sore body, and as it leaves through widely-splayed toe beans, her gaze falls back upon Fierceroar.
"Nothing, just... Attending the Gathering together, tonight," she mews. Wormbite's answer surprises her though, and she stares at the tom unblinking for a moment before chuckling.
"And friendship," she tags on with an approving mrrow.
"Kestrelstar would like to see us all bonding, no doubt. Look, he must be proud of us." Little did she know, their leader was rather displeased with them. Oh well, he would get over it.
As she pointed attention to him however, the Gathering itself seems to rouse and move at last. But that was strange, because WindClan was not here. Their leader commences the Gathering himself. Plumstorm couldn't see all of him of course, and she didn't crane her neck or perk her ears to focus any more attention on the tom either. Truthfully, this was enough. To her slight surprise, he brings up Yarrowshade's attack. The silver molly lets out a puff of air.
"Hopefully ThunderClan can do something good for once and keep that deranged she-cat away from any Clan borders," she remarks.
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