Rippedsky simply waited as the other leaders gave their news. He barely managed to nod as Ivystar gave her condolences to the clan. Ashstar's tone or reaction hardly registered. Instead, he merely sat there and looked out over the cats gathered below. His gaze fixated above all of them and off into the trees. As soon as the gathering was over, he would head for highstones and hopefully speak to Crowstar. Only two more leaders and then this would end. He suppressed a sigh and waited numbly for it to end.
The last gathering, the she-cat had barely spoken to anyone despite her goal to make friends in the whole clan. To her surprise, not long after they arrived, a skinny tom who was clearly another apprentice had padded over to her. By the smell of it, he was Thunderclan. All her life she had heard bad things about the forest-dwelling clan, but she certainly did not get that impression from the tom. The way he stammered out a "hello" was sweet and caused her to smile, laughing ever so softly to herself. Darkpaw considered shushing him gently as the leaders started speaking, although the opportunity to make a new friend was too enticing. She whispered back to him, "My name is Darkpaw. It's nice to meet you, Sootpaw. I've never met a Thunderclan cat before."
Unaware of how cats were supposed to act with other clans, she flicked his pelt with her long and feathery tail. Her head nodded towards space next to where she had settled in an invitation for him to sit and join her. After another moment, she muttered, "Is this your first gathering? It's not mine. I should be a warrior soon. Whenever Ivystar decides." As she glanced back up at the Riverclan leader, her eyes shone with admiration. Gaze shifted over to Blizzardstar, Sootpaw's leader. She didn't look bad. In fact, she looked like a nice and fluffy big cat. That confused her. It was so different from everything she had grown to know. Instead of saying anything more, she mulled over it and waited for the tom to answer her.
"For your information, my mentor told me I'm going to be made a warrior any day now!" He shot back at Dovepaw with narrowed eyes. Eaglepaw barely listened to or processed a word that spewed from the mouse-brained she-cat's mouth. But, he managed to catch that much. Frustration rose up within him and he turned to fully face her. If it weren't for the reminder this was a gathering, he likely would have launched himself at her just to show the Windclan cat what Thunderclan cats could really do. Instead, he kept his paws firmly planted on the ground. Claws dug into the softening earth as if to anchor himself there. A low hiss left his maw as he processed a few more of the insults she spewed at him, and what he managed to get out was a challenge, "I'd like for you to meet me at the border and then decide what a real warrior looks like. Apparently, Windclan is in a short supply." Behind the massive tabby, his tail lashed in frustration. Minimal amounts of self-control kept him in place, but hostile words wouldn't anger Starclan, would they?
ooc;short, i apologize
The Ghost of Ripped's Past