February Gathering 2014

OOC: sorry about posting to fast. I will remember next time, I am going to wait for the leaders to post now~

Hailpaw slithered over to his brother. "Stormpaw, remember your place," he hissed. "We're only apprentices; you shouldn't be talking like you're telling the warriors what to do."

~The first two sentences seem to make Hail bear a distinct resemblence to a snake XD Slithering and hissing.

The entire Gathering had erupted into chaos, cats shouting accusations and threats every which way. All the while, Falconstar sat back and listened with a slight smirk, quite enjoying the sounds of ShadowClan getting dragged through the mud in a public forum. He had never had a fondness for ShadowClan, and it was rather uplifting for them to get some form of comeuppance. Still, there was a Gathering to finish, so he stepped forward and yowled loudly above the fray of angry and confused cats.

"I think it would be good to try and finish this up," he mewed evenly once he could make his voice heard amongst the crowd. "WindClan is continuing to prosper as we welcome more warriors and apprentices into the clan. Unfortunately, Raccoonstar has passed on and now has found peace in StarClan. We mourn the loss of such a great leader, but WindClan will continue to go on. I have already traveled to the Moonstone and gained my nine lives." It still hurt to talk about the fallen leader, but in this Gathering more than any other it was pertinent to keep strong despite it. He was the leader now, and that was all there was to it.

"What?!" Addertail finally snapped out as some apprentice blamed the Riverclan murder on him. He leaped to his paws, about to yell at them when Falconstar stepped up and hushed them with a yowl. Sitting back down, he glared at the Shadowclan cats. Lying fiends, he thought angrily.

Redshade's eyes widened in surprise and he glanced back at Moonpaw. He blinked, his facial expression not changing, knowing that if he were to smile or even nod, the cats around him would know that she was lying. He had already figured out who the murderer was by now, and was pretty confident about his guess. Not that he would say anything about it...
The tom turned to look at Falconstar and twitched a whisker, actually kind of glad everything was settling down. Raccoonstar, dead? Well, that was one less grumpy old fleabag in the clans. A leader at that.

Stormheart wasn't done, however. She quieted down at the yowl, but looked carefully at Moonpaw. "Hang on..." She muttered when Falconstar had stopped talking. "That could actually make sense...Addertail had trespassed along with Spottedfeather and Rookheart moons ago, and those three almost got into a fight with me and Stormclaw!" She growled quietly. After that, she shut up and sat down, refusing to look at the Shadowclan warriors anymore. She still wouldn't mind tearing their pelts off, since if they had in fact killed Hailwhisper, it was better safe than sorry. That may sound cruel, but right now she didn't care. She wanted vengeance.

Stormpaw muttered and went quiet.
"I know," he finally muttered.
"I was just a bit edgy."

Ooc- I put Ashcloud because he had his ceremony before Hail's death.

Ic- The grey spotted she flicked an ear at Soulfang, rolling her eyes at his response. 'If you defend yourself too quickly, cats are bound to be suspicious.', Rainspot muttered under her breath. She let her blank gaze wander the arguing crowd of cats, seeing many throwing around insults at mainly Shadowclan. This somewhat amused her, even if the topic she didn't find funny at all. Her pretty face morphed into a frown when her ears picked up the sound of someone pointing the finger at her own Clanmate. How dare they? A low growl emerged from her throat, but she didn't stand up again.

Ashcloud watched Stormheart storm up to the accused, hissing something he couldn't make out over the white noise. After a Shadowclan apprentice quietly suggested something about a Thunderclan warrior killing Hailwhisper, he quit listening. When Falconstar finished speaking, the pale tom crept towards the grey one and hissed,"I don't think a warrior would go that far to go a'killing. Something smells fishy, and it isn't either of us." Don't mind him for acting cold, this was just the warrior's way of hiding how sad he was. He had no compassion for either accused murderer, so he left his sentence to fit for either. His leaf green eyes stared straight up at the Great Rock; reading the leaders' faces for any reactions, looking at Nightstar's especially.