Shadowclan June Gathering [ALL]

Looking up at the full moon, Thrushstripe sighed. It was time for another gathering, but there was no way that he was going back to Fourtrees. Never. Not after what the three clans did. He was never going back as long as he was in charge... unless there was a miracle. He had remember the last full moon when he saw the moon turn red. It was a very strange and actually terrifying sight, but nothing had happened and Mallowroot had not known anything about it at the time. In some ways, he felt that the moon that had turned to blood was Starclan's rage on the three clans for what they had done to Shadowclan and with the absence of Shadowclan, he was sure there had to be some anger in the stars. This moon, though, he had still refused to go and so in the place of the real gathering, he was going to hold one of his own in order to share all of the news of the clan with its members. Not everyone was always around to hear the news, and there were some things that everyone needed to know.

Jumping onto the Jaggedrock, he stood tall and proud as he called for the clan. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather underneath Jaggedrock for a clan meeting!" he yowled loudly. This was different, but he felt that it was needed.

Bearpaw shuffled her way out of thr appretice den, her long fur slightly messy. Her gaze flickered up toward the full moon that hung above the camp, feeling uneasy. Shouldn't they be at the gathering with the other Clans? She knew faintly what the other Clans had done; as she had been a kit when the camp was finished but still...Not seeing ShadowClan caused her heart to sink. However, her mouth remained closed and her tounge held as she glanced around the clearing, looking for her sister. She had heard that Medicine Cats sat with each other during gatherings but seeing how this wasn't even a real one...Surely it wouldn't matter much if she sat with Ebonyleaf?

A dusty-gray warrior and his sister left the warriors den together at the sound of their deputies call. They said nothing as Heavystep practically skipped his way over to JaggedRock and Cormorantpelt sauntered behind. As they sat down side-by-side, Cormorantpelt looked up.
A full-moon shone brightly overhead. The gathering should be starting just about now. Without them.

Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction.

Soulfang stood towards the side of the Jaggedrock, he could only see half of Thrushstripe. He had returned from Thunderclan after being prisoner for a long time. He thanked that some stupid fox cub was there to distract Nightfire for awhile so he could make a quick escape or at least get out of the tom's sight. Soulfang mentally snapped at himself, it was over and it was no time to think about that.

Mistflower stepped outside of the nursery, opting to stay by the entrance and keep an ear out for any of the other kits that might need her attention during their own little gathering. Although she had no little ones of her own, at the moment, she still chose to stay and help those who needed it, as well as watch over the motherless kits. Her icy-teal eyes shone as she gazed up at her mate, thinking how proud and comfortable up on the Jagged-Rock he seemed to be. Whatever ailed Nightstar from her duties, the clan was left in good paws - no matter the toll she knew it took on the deputy. Much like Cormorantpelt, she was glad to see Thrushstripe opted to keep the clan home for the night. It what was best.

Ebonyleaf padded out of her den, the scent of fresh herbs clinging to her pelt as she looked up expectantly at Thrushstripe with a tired expression on her face. It'd been a half-moon since she'd received her warrior name, and since Mallowroot's abrupt passing, and not only were the memories of his still body still clawing at her heart - the dreams of the cats in the smoke and flames plagued her near every night; leaving her in a rather worn state. She could only pray to StarClan that she could figure out what it all meant. Not for the first time, she gazed up in the sky in wonder. The sky was clear, and the dreams - although terrible - proved that at least their ancestors were still by their side.

While Bearpaw shuffled around looking for her sister, Tigerpaw had just finished up the small meal he was allowed after returning from the dusk patrol with his mentor and a few other cats. The warrior life seemed to suit him naturally, he was already growing in both size and strength at a quick rate. Admittedly, it hadn't taken long for him to find the she-cat, since he'd already been stealing glances at her before - not that he'd ever admit them. When the meeting called, the tom had little issues walking up to her, eager to share a seat next to her and not aware she was looking for the new medicine cat. "Hey, Bearpaw." He walked up to her with a smile, "Wanna find a good spot to sit together, maybe?" Happily, he got straight to the point.

Dirtkit padded toward the entrance of the Nursery, looking around the clearing where the other cats were gathering but staying back in the shadows. "What are they doing?" he meowed curiously to the she-cat seated near the entrance to the kit's den. He didn't know this cat, nor many of the others, but this was his clan now and he might as well start learning.
Despite not knowing the other cats, he did recognize Thrushstripe on top of the tall rock in the center of the camp. What is all of this about?

Scorchclaw padded into camp in time to hear Thrushstripe's words. He came over to sit next to Cormorantpelt. "What's this about?" He asked, still looking up at the deputy.

Bearpaw spotted Ebonyleaf and was gathering up the will to go over then where Tigerpaw spoke, and she jumped in surprise. She turned to glance at the tom, her tail-tip flicking as she tried to tell her heart to slow down in its beating. She knew Tigerpaw a little; she was a few moons older than him but their duties didn't let them cross paths a lot however she had watched the tom train when she had the chance; but if it was because she was slightly envious of his courage and skill or if she maybe fancied the tom slightly, she was unsure. She paused on her choice to accept his kind offering, and with a soft sigh and a quick glance toward her sister, she nodded. "S-Sure. Sounds great Tigerpaw," she said shyly as she returned her gaze to him, giving him a small smile.

Cormorantpelt watched as her tabby-colored son confidently walked up to Bearpaw, asking if she'd like to sit with him in a straightforward way and chuckled to herself. "That Tigerpaw is a quick one, isn't he?" She mewed to Scorchclaw as he sat next to her. "And what Thrushstripe wants... Who knows? Nightstar has been hiding away for some time now. Maybe he has news on her?"

Squirrelnose padded his way out of the warrior den, his curious eyes looking up at Thrushstripe. "So we're really not going to fourtrees?" The new warrior asked to no one in particular.

Turtlepaw came toward Bearpaw."Do you know whats happening?"He questioned nervously.

Talonpaw looked up from the frog he had been munching on, wondering what the sudden meeting was about.

Thrushstripe looked around at all of the warriors and apprentices that have gathered. It was still strange that they were not at Fourtrees at this time, but they did it last moon, they can do it this moon. "Tonight, we have gathered to have our own gathering. This is a little strange since we are not going to Fourtrees tonight, but we still have plenty of information to share among ourselves. We have several new apprentices and several new warriors since the last moon which we need to celebrate their coming of age." He looked around at all of the new faces. "We also have some new kits that have been born in the nursery. We would like to welcome them to our clan." At this point, there really wasn't much to say. Normally at gatherings, they lasted as long as they did due to all four clans sharing something, but it was just Shadowclan. It wasn't normal, but he had to deal with it. "We also need to celebrate our medicine cat apprentice taking on the role of full medicine cat after the passing of Mallowroot just a half-moon ago." That was really all the news he had to share. It wasn't like the clan didn't know what was going on inside of their own camp.

Tigerpaw purred and sought them out a good place to sit in the crowded clearing, flicking an ear when Turtlepaw approached. Sheesh, it was like he wasn't even there. It wasn't a moment later though that he shrugged it off and left Bearpaw to answer the other apprentice, gazing up at the Jagged Rock where Thrushstripe stood tall, readying himself to speak.

Ebonyleaf nodded in acknowledgement of her appointment, a soft and weak smile on her face. She'd achieved her dream and was happy to serve her clan, but it still felt like she had stolen the position somehow - that it wasn't fair for her mentor to simply disappear like he had. It was an extremely bitter-sweet feeling. Glancing up at her father again, it seemed a bit clear to her that he had finished talking, or just about anyways. She'd never been to a gathering of clans before, but she figured it'd be okay for the medicine cats to speak, right? Or any cat for that matter, if they were among themselves.
"Thank you, Thrushstripe, and my dear clanmates. I promise to serve ShadowClan to my best abilites." The calico stood up on her feet and dipped her head to them all, pausing before looking around them again and up at the full moon, her yellow-green eyes glinting. In the sky, she saw hazy, dark clouds gather around the pure white light; much like her dreams, the shapes and shadows of cats prancing all around. In a blink it was gone. A cold, uncomfortable feeling went down her spine. StarClan was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't figure it out... Perhaps their ancestors wanted the clan to know of what she saw?
She spoke up again, her delicate voice growing louder. "If it's alright, there's something I'd like to share with you all." Ebonyleaf meowed, taking a step forward. "Ever since my ceremony, StarClan has sent me dreams - all of them the same. A great light shines behind the forests of ThunderClan and the Sky territories, and quickly grows brighter. It becomes a blazing fire that reaches so high it touches Silverpelt." Her gaze turned distant as she recalled the visions, "It's so bright, you would think it was suddenly daytime. In the smoke and flames, I see strange cats I've never seen before. They always run with the fire... never afraid." The medicine cat blinked a few times and shook her head, frowning. "Something is happening, but I don't begin to understand what." This must've seemed quite out of place to many of her clanmates and she silently scorned herself for not sharing it with Thrushstripe privately sooner.

Redshade, who was totally there the whole time by Soulfang(of course), gave a small nod. "Weird." He muttered, though half-heartedly in thought. At this point, he didn't care much what happened to the clans. However he wasn't about to let that on to anyone.