March's Gathering 2016

"Stonepaw." Gorsefeather acknowledged the tom with a dip of his head. He hadn't spoken much with the young medicine cat apprentice, but he certainly got along with him better than old Nightfire. The older medicine cat a strong one, a warrior in every way except his calling in life to be a Medicine cat. "How's ThunderClan been?"

Snowpaw had sat by herself quietly

Well, at least he wasn't alone. But now the cat he laid next to was about to talk his ears off. "Whoa there, slow down." He chuckled, a smile growing on his white muzzle. "I've been to plenty of gatherings, and each one brings different excitement." Making sure Saltpelt wouldn't start talking again, he continued. "For some reason, the air feels... different, almost gloomy. As for ThunderClan and RiverClan, I have no idea. Let's just hope their problems don't make their way to WindClan." He replied. Icestorm had noticed the look on Saltpelt's face when she approached Ryestep and couldn't help but wonder. "So, tell me about this tom you've been looking at awkwardly." He meant no harm by the question, but was genuinely curious. "And don't worry, and old cat like me won't go around gossiping." Icestorm added with a reassuring smile.

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"Good, a little anxious I guess." The tall tom sat down near the other medicine cats. "StarClan hasn't told you anything... Have they?" After he asked the question, he realized it was a dumb one. "Sorry for asking that. I bet you couldn't tell me even if they did say something, right?"

Kestrelstorm shifted on his paws awkwardly at Ashwing's comment. "If you're sure, I'll have to believe you." He said finally with a lighthearted chuckle. "It was devestating to me because Falconstar had built me to be deputy. It felt like I had been lied to by both my mate and my mentor-father." He sat down, becoming more comfortable. "I'm getting over it now. Just know if you ever need help or an assistant of sorts, I'm your tom." He joked.

Saltpelt nodded along, for once happy that the clans were bickering as it got her mind off the tom. But of course, Icestorm notice. She visibly flinched, her fur standing on edge at the question. Uncharacteristically, the she-cat's blue eyes flashed with irritation, she barely held in a biting retort to the senior warrior. She didn't care how well meaning he was, Saltpelt was already on edge about it, and was handling her reactions poorly. "It's nothing." Her words were contradicted her hostile stance.

Ryestep looked back at Thinstripe, trying to shake away dissatisfying thoughts of Saltpelt. They had never been together.... Had they? "I'm fine," he meowed a little shortly, ruffling his pelt. After his mate looked away, he stole another glance. If things had been different, then... maybe...

Dreamleaf smiled at Stonepaw and looked at Gorsefeather.
"Hello, Stonepaw!" Dreamleaf greeted happily.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Lightfoot returned Dreamleaf's friendly gesture and smiled back at Emberleaf. Just knowing he made the medicine cat apprentice's day made his day as well, in an odd yet pleasing way. They had been dear friends since kithood, when Emberleaf first showed his interest in herbs. "And hello to you too, Cedarfur." Truthfully, Lightfoot knew Icestorm much better, but Cedarfur seemed to be well-tempered and friendly; the two qualities the white tom enjoyed the most in his clanmates. This gathering made Lightfoot reflect on how tight-knit WindClan was and the warrior was grateful to StarClan for their near-kinship.

Leopardfang felt a twinge of awkwardness when a much younger tom approached Ashwing and began speaking to her as if he wasn't there. He didn't mind being ignored at all, he just understood the topic of conversation to be very personal. He shuffled away slightly to avoid overhearing anything, and was surprised to find Mudfoot approaching him. The deputy stifled a smile as the other tom stumbled over talking about the weather. "Yes, I'd say it's a very welcome improvement. I was getting tired of crawling through all of that snow." He'd never spoken much to Mudfoot, but he seemed like a genuinely loyal warrior. Leopardfang didn't really have much to say, so he was glad that the warrior started up the conversation. "I agree with you. It is tense here, but I cannot say why. We can only hope it will fade as the Gathering starts, assuming the other clans bother to show up."

Webpaw sifted through the crowd of cats as he searched the multiple cats for two he hoped would be there, he hoped that Ivykit and Featherkit had become 'paws. The silver tabby had nothing else he planned for. He also had to avoid a certain ThuderClan cat who he knew wouldn't let him near them.

Eaglepaw spotted Webpaw in the crowd, she padded to him "Hey Webpaw" she greeted

Cloverpool saw her mate, Frozenflame, and padded over. "Hello, Frozenflame." She dipped her head to the Windclan cat and sat down next to her mate.

Moonlight purred and pressed up against Deadpool's side.

Well, he couldn't really push. Although she said it was nothing, it was pretty obvious that is was more than nothing. He wasn't very close to Saltpelt, and the best way to gain her trust was to respect her wishes. "Very well." He replied, shifting his weight to a more comfortable position. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here." The tom meowed with a smile.

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At first, he was debating whether to sit down, for it might look a little weird for a younger warrior to be sitting with the deputy, but he'd leave when the gathering started. "ShadowClan has had its better gatherings, lets just hope that what happened last time doesn't come back." He meowed with his usually cheery smile. He had to admit, talking with a cat who had authority made him feel a bit nervous. "Times have been pretty crazy recently, I'm truly glad that ShadowClan has cats that can get through tough times." Mudfoot added, ending in a sigh. He always tried to stay optimistic, but couldn't wonder if there were still traitors among them.

"Pinedusk. Yeah, Windclan. Good, and yourself?" He asked the older tom. A sly smile laid sewn onto his face as always. "Frozenflame, right?" He asked quickly to reassure himself.
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"Hi." Silverfern mewed to Emberleaf and Cedarfur. She wanted so badly to speak to Ashwing again, but she was with the deputies. Ugh. Why was it so difficult to make friends in her own rank?

Dandelionpaw spotted her mentor, Thinstripe and headed over to her. She was nervous about meeting cats from other Clans and stuck to her own Clan as much as she could.

Thinstripe greeted Dandelionpaw "Hello Dandelionpaw"