September's Gathering 2017

The son of the deputy blinked a bit surprised when the white and gray she-cat approached him. Because of her size, she was probably a warrior but he also looked like a warrior even if he was still an apprentice. After she introduced herself, Reedpaw smiled to the Windclan warrior, learning the scent of that clan. "Hi! I'm Reedpaw, an apprentice of Thunderclan but soon I will be a warrior just like you. It's good to meet you, Laurelsong." He purred flicking his tail with a friendly look in his eyes. He was a loyal cat to his clan but this place was the opportunity to leave the hate between clans behind and just met other warriors and apprentices.
His ear flicked when he heard the familiar and loud voice of his friend who was suddenly approaching him, probably with Sharppaw by his side. The golden tom gave a quick glance to the brownish cat before turning her attention back to the Windclan she-cat. "I think that some of my friends are coming here. I hope you don't mind if they join us. One of them can be very... loud and fearless but he is a good cat." He complained to Laurelsong, who seemed to be interested in talking with him because of a reason he didn't yet know.

And finally, as stiff and silent as a ghost, Fishstar pushed through the bushes surrounding Fourtrees with RiverClan in her wake, expression betraying nothing.

The silver she-cat didn't nod to any of the other leaders when she leaped up to take her place on the Great Rock, eyes stony and unreadable.

She had a lot to say tonight, and she didn't care what StarClan thought.

Sunpaw was padding in the hoard of RiverClaners and trying to find anyone.

Smallpaw was also in the hoard of ThunderClan cats, always nervously looking around if anyone of ThunderClan cats is near.

Newtslip was inside hoard of WindClan cats with wary look; she hopped that nothing like the kind of last gathering would happen this time.

Specklefang slid into the clearing after her clan, her tail high with her ever increasing confidence. Though she realized that there weren't many cats in which she knew, maybe she should check in on Nutpaw and Roaringpaw? Shadowclan wasn't there yet but she'd make do with Riverclan, turning look towards aforementioned Riverclan cats she searched for the young she-cat.

Crowstar lead Skyclan to the gathering for the first time in moons. It felt strange to be back but he was glad to do so, and the tribe still remained with him. Though he knew a mess was going to be coming his way when he got back up on that rock, and he was ready for it. He was done being pushed around by other clans. He was done being told what to do. Skyclan was his, and his alone, and anyone who dared to tell him other was was in for a storm. He would not be taking anyone's crap anymore.

Oh and all my other cats are there too.

Bubblemist and Hollowpaq padded in after Crowstar

Hollow joine Ravenpaw and Creampaw.

Cherrypaw followed her clanmates into the gathering quietly looking around with alert blind green eyes before she sat down slowly once in the clearing. The blind tortie sat by herself just listening to the others around her.

The amber eyed apprentice followed Crowstar into the clearing quietly smiling some. She would kind of hope she would get to see Batpaw again but she tried to hide her eagerness and instead like her excitement show considering it was her first gathering. Maplepaw took notice that Riverclan was there and waited for a moment sitting as she looked around for the familiar pelt of the tom.

Fennelpaw had followed Riverclan in and she sat down saying nothing as she had curled her silvery white and gray tail around her dark forepaw.

Willowpaw went into the clearing after Thunderclan the white and brown apprentice smiled a bit her green eyes looking around.

Nutpaw padded in with RiverClan. She felt energized, and more optimistic than she had a moon ago. She had made her second horrible mistake last time, so she couldn't get any worse from here.

Swanpaw followed the RiverClan cats in, making her way to an apprentice from another Clan. It was a good idea to get to know other cats from different backgrounds, right? Which, really, was her excuse to look for Cloverpaw. She wanted to know that the WindClan apprentice was okay after their first encounter.

Willowpetal padded into the gathering silently behind her leader, her blue gaze sweeping the clearing for Ryeheart, the charismatic ShadowClan tom she had inevitably fell in love with. She still wasn't sure how it happened, and most definitely not sure why it happened. Why her of all cats? She would have never thought she would betray her clan like that and she was ashamed of it, but at the same time, it was kind of exciting and exhilarating. She sighed inwardly as she noticed that ShadowClan hadn't arrived yet before finding herself a spot to sit and wait.

Frost that Blankets the Brook padded in behind Crowstar quietly, a bit anxious to what would happen at this so called 'peaceful' gathering, especially after all the hostility being thrown towards her and her tribemates. She wasn't even sure why she had come.

Batpaw followed the silent leader along his clanmates, a bit happier than usual. Finally he was so close to become a warrior just like Tinytip! She was so distant from him since she became a warrior, so he just be feeling lonely before he met that Skyclan she-cat in the river. Remembering her, the tom searched for her, soon meeting her amber gaze.
The Riverclan apprentice left the groups of apprentices of his clan and walked to the she-cat, flicking his tail. "Good night, Maplepaw. How have you been?" He asked, sitting by her side, smiling seriously. It was still pretty hard for him to be too friendly so he tried his best with Maplepaw.

Jaystream walked into the clearing, a little worried about what happened in the last one. All that fight against the Dark Forest was really something to be scared and careful. He and the other couldn't let that happen again, especially now that they said that they would return.

He sat close to his clan, glancing a familiar fur that he knew long ago. It was Laurelpaw... or maybe she was already a warrior. He wondered if she was doing fine in her clan but she seemed busy talking to a Thunderclan apprentice so he didn't want to bother them and just stayed in his spot, waiting quietly for the other clans to come.

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The little warrior moved quickly to reach her clanmates and sat down close to them, thinking about the dangers of the last gathering. She was afraid during that time and she was afraid now that something like could happen again. However, worrying about something that wasn't happening was useless so she prefered to wait patiently.

Her amber eyes noticed a movement from a tom she knew. Tinytip looked how the warrior-aged apprentice left the clan's group to talk to a Skyclan tortie she-cat. She blinked, a bit surprised by his sudden approachment to a stranger cat from another clan. The warrior knew that Batpaw wasn't exactly the most social cat in the forest so it was shocking to see him talking to another apprentice with such a friendly expression. Even if the she-cat was from another clan, Tinytip was happy for him because finally was starting to open up to others that weren't her.

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Fox that hunts in the Night entered the clearing, sitting down close to his Tribe. He was seeing the whole Gathering with his usually expressionless face, waiting impatiently for the other clans to come. He just wanted to leave this place and rest. All the fight among leaders was pretty exhausting to see and he disliked how all the clans were divided. It was stupid... especially now that they had been warned about an imminent danger to come. They should unite and decide how to prepare themselves but instead of that, they preferred to stay separated and be weaker. He couldn't understand them at all, even with all the moons that he had been spending among them.

However, his calm mind was suddenly distracted by a sudden thought. His green eyes started searching for a dusky she-cat that he knew. The prey-hunter just wanted to be sure that she came with Skyclan as well, so maybe he could accompany her during the Gathering.

Maplepaw blinked as he amber gaze spotted Batpaw and she gave a small smile"hey Batpaw I've been good I finally got some training "She said with a small smile tail flicking "how have you been?"She asked looking at him. She curled her tail around her paws taking notice of him a bit more friendly then when they had first met.

Leopardclaw nodded approvingly to Brindlewhisker's statements with a trilling purr; the news of new kits, and even new warriors, was very happy after these trying times the clans had been forced to endue as of late.  Usually the spotted tom would feel a bit more threatened by knowing a rival clan's forces were growing, but today he couldn't bring himself to be resentful or aggressive.  After the last Gathering, all he could hope for this evening was a calm night of peaceful conversation, helping to reunite the bonds between the clans after all the division.  "News of kits is always good news, WindClan must be very proud."  With a friendly blink, Leopardclaw tried his best to keep his face straight as he spoke of his own clan; "ThunderClan is doing well, even with the colder weather we still have plenty of prey, and there are many kits on the verge of apprenticeship, as well as apprentices nearing their assessments."  At least the last few parts were true.  He knew that he and Blizzardstar were both very worried about the significant absence of plentiful prey as of late; the forest fire had truly decimated their territory's resources, and with leaf-bare approaching quickly they would have to act fast to find a way to feed the clan.  None of these numerous worries though registered on the tom's face, his hazel eyes only sparkled cordially as they reflected the moonlight.

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Laurelpaw, her yellowish-green eyes glowing with curiosity, lowered herself onto her haunches before purring back to the golden apprentice; "It's nice to meet you as well Reedpaw!  I just because a warrior recently, a few sunrises ago actually!"  She didn't try to control her pride as the lithe she-cat's sleek white chest puffed out, her head held high for a moment before she noticed the sound of a couple other apprentices running towards them.  Tilting her head slightly, she smiled forgivingly as her new friend as he seemed to be trying to warn her about one of them.  Closing her eyes for a moment with a smile, she purred; "That's no problem!  The more the merrier; I was wanting to meet some new cats anyway."  Besides, this tom he's speaking of seems pretty cool!  Loud and fearless...reminds me of myself!  As long as he doesn't go thinking he's better than me or anything stupid like that, we should get along well!  Looking past Reedpaw for a moment, she gazed towards the two apprentices and smiled welcomingly, waving her tail to beacon them closer.

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Finchstream padded into the Gathering behind Fishstar, acting more than a little cautious as her gaze swept fearfully around the grove, watching out for signs of any sort of mist; she hadn't been at the previous Gathering, for which she was deeply grateful, but she had still been deeply frightened by the tales her clanmates had told her.  Her general fear of battle and blood mixed with the supernatrual had left the poor jumpy she-cat looking over her shoulder on patrols, and seeing things in the shadows that were never there.  Her posture stiff and uncomfortable, she found a nice spot of bright moonlight to sit down and watch the Gathering, her golden eyes darting around in her head as she surveyed the crowd warily.

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Pansyface and Night of Stormy Gales entered the Gathering behind Crowstar; the gray and white patched form of the she-cat watching the crowd disdainfully, not very fond of Gatherings after past...situations.  Sitting down near the edge of the clearing, she watched the leaders and deputies converse, little interest apparent on her pretty face.  Meanwhile, Night broke into a trot to catch up with his friend Frost, brushing against the she-cat's side as he gazed down at her with a friendly smile.  After their recent training sessions he had begun to care deeply for the golden-brown and white molly, and he was often found talking or sharing prey with her.  In truth, he felt a bit guilty that he hadn't gone to the last Gathering with her.  He had just wanted to get a little extra sleep, but when he had woken he was greeted by horrific stories of mist-cats and Swoop's evil deeds.  He had known the kit-mother since they were kits; they had trained together and lived in the same cave for many moons; how could she ever betray her own like this?  Stifling a disappointed sigh, Night shook out his shiny black pelt and met Frost's beautiful green gaze with a curious smile.  "I've never really introduced myself to many cats from the other clans here, have you?"

Shrewpaw narrowed his eyes and resumed trotting towards Reedpaw and the WindClan she-cat. He saw them start talking, and assumed that they were talking about boring stuff. The only real exciting things were things that only ThunderClan knew about and couldn't tell other clans, and probably other clans had similar things that he didn't know about. Seeing the warrior smile at him and wave her tail in welcome, he rolled his eyes and trotted towards them.
"Hi, I'm Shrewpaw. Who are you?" he asked her right away, voice calm but fast. Turning to Reedpaw, he continued. "What wer you talking to her about?"