March's Gathering 2018

Acornpaw slightly tilted her head away from Dawnpetal to get a good look at the argument between the two allied cats. She flicked her ears and turned back to Dawnpetal, but not before giving Spotfur a flash of fury in her eyes. She had been listening to the conversation since the very start, and no cat has a right to judge another because of their battle scars. Acornpaw knew she didn't have to get involved because Spotfur seemed arrogant and irrational. She just hoped that Thornpaw would get him to shut his mouth.

She turned back to Dawnpetal and rolled her eyes. "What an argument, yeah? Can't believe how, I think it was Spotfur? --acting. I'm not saying this because he's a RiverClanner, but he's just being so..I don't know, fox-hearted and dumb? One, picking a fight with an apprentice, two, the only reason this ever started was because Spotfur insulted that other apprentice for his looks. What a fish-brained cat." Acornpaw's voice had an obvious snarl, but she kept her voice low. As much as she wanted to go and spit that in Spotfur's face, this was a Gathering. Even if it was verbal or not, getting into a fight on a full moon would surely make StarClan disappointed.

OOC: too bad she doesn't know she'll be able to fight him later ololol

Lionstorm limped stiffly into the gathering following his leader, his wounds were finally healing but his leg still gave him a little trouble, he'd managed to aggravate it hunting again. The massive warrior glared about the gathering at the conglomeration of, at least as far as he saw it, evil cats. He gave Acornpaw a meaningful look, "Stay out of trouble little sister." He offered a wry grin to show he meant it light-heartedly, "Let me know if you learn anything interesting tonight." His gaze swept the assembled cats looking for Lakewhisper, though he made no move to approach, he'd have his chance for revenge another day.

[OOC: Lionstorm is open for walk ups.]

Ravenpaw sat, near her mom, not feeling like leaving her side anytime soon, but she looked around, couldn´t help to be amazed with the large amount of cats around.

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Lionpaw got comfortable again, now he was left alone, he wanted just to sleep, the gathering proved to be boring and a source of tension, he looked over to his father, poor guy looked so exhausted, being deputy must be a tough work...

"And that´s why i better avoid even thinking in becoming deputy or even leader" he chuckled "Too much effort..."

OOC: lionpaw and ravenpaw are open for conversation)

Batfang entered the Gathering with Crowpaw following him closely. He sat down with the rest of Riverclan and the she-cat imitated him, looking at the different clans that surrounded her.

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Pantherblaze joined the meeting following Crowstar and he settled down quietly. The tortie tom once again glanced at his father, noticing that this time he wasn’t with his Riverclan mate but a young she-cat that had his eyes. So that was another of his beloved kits... they disgusted him and soon he turned his sight away from the two RiverClanners.

All my cats are at the gathering! I'll fix when i get outta school.

"At least you've got your wits about you. Truth be told, as inviting as relaxation might seem at times, it's really just a waste of time in the long run. Though you can still enjoy yourself, best leave relaxation to the kittypets." Brindlewhisker hummed, ear twitching slightly as she caught wind of the sigh edging Scorchfang's words. Tail-tip flicking impatiently as her paws continuously flexed, the tabby's claws pricked and clawed at the frost-brittle earth as she continued to gaze at the ShadowClanner. "I suppose we all eventually learning to thrive off of the constant tension and bickering in one way or another, but it's truly a wonder that none of us have a muzzle fur of silver fur just yet." She continued, although now her attention waned slightly as she caught sight of Leopardclaw finally making his way towards the small circle.

The sight of her most eagerly anticipated acquaintance helped the Deputy further relax, although the wary and frigid gleam was still simmering within the depths of her gaze. Shuffling slightly to make room for the golden spotted tom, Brindlewhisker took another brief heartbeat to appreciate the familiar, yet completely welcome, silence that often yawned between the pair. The reprieve from the polite chatter was a gift from StarClan.

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Elmcloud absently weaved his way through the bustling crowd, only occasionally offering an apathetic apology whenever he purposely stepped on some cat's tail. Although the majority of his Clanmates seemed to be avoiding the company of WindClanners and ThunderClanner's, he could help but wonder about the young she-cat with the strangely flat face. It had been quite some time since he had last encountered her at a Gathering- hadn't he been an apprentice? It was difficult to recall now. Finding himself rather caught up in his inner musings, his paws mindlessly guided him along the outskirts of the crowd. Lifting his gaze away from the tightly packed cluster of cats, he was surprised to see a young she-cat sitting a few tail-lengths away from his current position.

Although he could definitely scent the unpleasant peaty scent that was synonymous with WindClan on the silver she-cat's pelt, it was safe to say that he didn't recognize her. "Ya know, sitting off to the side with that scowl on your face isn't the best way to make a good first impression." Elmcloud called, tail flicking as he casually approached Laurelsong.

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Sitting back slightly on her haunches as Forestpaw eagerly spoke, Sunpaw tried her best to swallow down the awkward lump that was bubbling in her throat. Conversing with her Clanmates was difficult enough! How would she fare when it came to speaking to a complete stranger? "Nice to meet you Forestpaw. My name is Sunpaw and I'm from RiverClan." Briefly, she wondered how her mentor would feel if she caught her speaking so freely to one of their sworn enemies. "Is this your first Gathering too?"

Willowflight had never felt driven to come to a gathering. Not, at least, until he had kits and a mate to look for.

He would never tell her this to her face, but Willowflight had...missed Cherryfang. It had only been a few sunrises since he got back to his tree-loving clan after being captured by twolegs, but he already wanted to slip out of camp at the dead of night like a mouse-brained apprentice just to see that his mate was fine. Especially since last time he saw her, she had given birth to his litter of kits.

It had been a shock to see Amberpaw, his only kit in Skyclan, alive and well. She didn't know he was her father, but Willowflight was okay with keeping that fact in the dark- she didn't deserve knowing that she was half-clan.

His eyes widened when he spotted Rippedsky speaking with a cat that looked so much like Cherryfang. To the irritable warrior, it looked like his son was nervous talking to Rippedsky, making Willowflight feel the urge to but in and tell his old man to lay off. But for the second time since coming back from being captured by twolegs, he...he held back. His son, his and Cherryfang's kit, didn't know him. Turning away, Willowflight moved through the throng of cats to sit somewhere else, pretending that his heart didn't feel like a claw and poked through his chest.

"It'll get more interesting once the leaders start giving reports, trust me," she assured him. "So, um... do you have a good mentor?" Poppypaw asked, not that she really cared, but because she wanted to throw the conversation away from herself.

Spotfur dug his claws into the ground. How DARE she insult Brightpaw like that! "DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT ABOUT MY BROTHER!" He roared. He panted for a few moments, then continued. "Oh, you're so wise and perfect, are you? Well let me tell you this; He only died because we were defending my clan! You're obviously too stupid to understand what I meant by sacrifice. I meant that because I was in my clan, I had to watch him die. I had to take him back to camp. I had to face my Clanmates and tell them that a noble cat had died. He bled out in my paws because of a fox, and when we meet in battle, I will win because I know how to know my place. You're so full of yourself, acting like you actually know anything about honor. I'm sure your weak brother wouldn't have died if it wasn't for you. I fight every battle knowing I have my brother beside me. I fight every battle knowing the severity of the war. If you're so great, why aren't you a warrior, huh? And by the way, Windclan isn't 'neutral'. They allied with Thunderclan, and that's their fault. That's just war. You should understand that- but you don't for some reason and you'll defend yourself some stupid way by saying I'm horrible for something I didn't even do. Now, why should I respect you again? Oh wait- I'm the warrior here, you should be respecting me. I earned my name, and all you did to earn your name was turn six moons. Don't act like you're any better than me because the truth is quite the opposite. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're at a gathering, so you won't scare me with your stare or your claws or anything because I know that if you attack me, Starclan's on my side." He hissed. He was slightly aware of the cats around him watching. "Now, are you willing to give up on trying to make me seem like a coward like you, or are you going to throw around more lies just like the rest of your clan? Seems like all of you are like Gingerstripe and Honeydrop, the codebreaking foxhearts. Whole clan has a lack of sense."

Snowpaw came quietly to the gathering but was very excited and curious since this was her first gathering. The Skyclan apprentice sat down and waited for anybody to come talk to her. 
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Briarpaw went with Thunderclan. She looked around to try and spot Hawkpaw, her crush.
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Thistlepaw had gone with Windclan. His signature poker expression on his handsome face. He was in no mood to talk.
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Sleetpaw skipped in with Riverclan, eager to talk with somebody.
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Badgerpaw was sitting a few lengths away from anybody. The young Shadowclan she-cat looked for any cats to have a conversation with.

"Yeah! He's really cool." Sparkpaw said.

"Oh, did I?" There was a hint of a snarl in Sparkpaw's meow as he faced Scorchclaw. "Well, if I did, you deserve it for being rig an arrogant fish face."

Sweetpaw looked away from her father and to the apprentice who had just come over and introduced herself! "Well hi there! I'm in Windclan! Ya know, your pelt is really pretty!" Sweetpaw smiled at her potential new friend.

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Tinypaw had been successfully blocking out noise when someone spoke right next to her in a very annoyingly perky voice. Tinypaw was going to ignore it but then she felt a paw nudge her and she let out a hiss of frustration. Uncovering her ears and looking at the other cat Tinypaw huffed out a long sigh. "Tinypaw." She kept her answer short, hoping it would discourage the energetic she-cat.

Poppypaw turned her attention from Sparkpaw, noting a RiverClan warrior that looked like he was about to tear a ShadowClan apprentice's throat out. "Woah. What's going on over there?"