GATHERING; September/October 2011 (one day early because Ebs is leaving. ono)

Sootshadow looked down and gave an evil grin hoping no one would notice.

OoC; If I'm right, then all the leaders have gone and the Gathering is finished. ._.

OOC: WC didn't say anything, (I don't think), but it's a bit late for that, now, I suppose.. oAo

OoC; Dead, you posted 2 POSTS AFTER I posted for WC, they did too go.

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OoC: *pats head* It's okay. Moving on nao...


Heathersong mewed to Storm, "We're going to leave." Turning to the crowd that was once again beginning to chatter, she called out, "Windclan, let's go!" With this, she turned and left the clearing, padding in the direction of the moor.

Deadstar took a flying leap off of the Highrock and landed neatly on his paws, despite his aging body. He, in fact, still felt as nimble as a young warrior. He began to gather his warriors and apprentices, and led them out of Fourtrees.

Stormclaw Followed Deadstar acting like a trust worthy warrior

[i]Manypaw bounded next to Stormclaw."I know you did it," he whispered before the warrior left.

Sleepystar lagged behind the others. The bad feeling remained.

Stormclaw looked at Manypaw and whispered"If you say another word about it to the others your eyes will be life less."he warned

Silversoul listened carefully. Blessed, were they? After the gathering, she said her goodbyes and followed directly behind the leader.
"Nonsense. The cat's lying. No warrior of ours could do such a thing."

OOC: Nobody knows who killed/attempted to kill someone if the name was unmentioned right off the bat >> That's just uncalled for. It's like a blind cat knowing what blue looks like; it's undescribable. Am I being a bit picky? No, I'm not. I'm making this real.

OOC: Wait... Wasn't the next step for the plot supposed to be revealed? >n< Aspen, Furion? Step up and be like "LOLWAIT?"

OOC: That's what I was just about to ask. o -o If it isn't that way, then this plot is taking way too long.. ono

IC: Deadstar's innards felt like snakes, squirming about in uneasiness. "I don't know, Silversoul.. I doubt it, but you never know.." He nearly tripped on a root of one of the Great Oaks.

Suddenly a loud caterwaul broke the post-Gathering chatter.
"All cats of the clans!" it called. Vixen had leapt onto the Great Rock, and a vicious look ruined her normally pretty image. "None of you...are going anywhere."


Heathersong whirled around at this, stopping Windclan short.