May's Gathering 2016

Nettletail stalked confidently into Fourtrees. She knew the Dark Forest was about to make their move, and was ready. She looked at the leaders contemptuously. You'll regret not choosing me as your deputy, Crowstar. And Pebblethorn would pay, too... Yes, that insolent weakling needed to know who deserved the power in this Clan. The spiky brown she-cat sat down expectantly.

Frecklepaw padded into her first ever Gathering with shy caution. She went over to sit by Mudfoot, because her mentor was deputy and couldn't be bothered.

OOC: Hey any admins, since Pinely's been gone, should Ashwing lead WindClan to the Gathering? I don't want to be presumptuous.

Darkfrost followed into Fourtrees with Riverclan, his white pelt shimmering in the moonlight while the black splotches on his fur blending in with the shadows. The warrior took a seat among the cats and stared up at the leaders with one blue eye and one yellow eye.

Marigoldpaw followed Jayflight, a dull expression wiping any emotion off her face. Life just wasn't the same without Lilypaw around.

Mistpaw padded in next to Briarheart, sitting beside him.

Rippleshadow padded in after her clanmates, sitting near Darkfrost. "Creepy, isn't it?" she muttered, looking around.

Oakpaw followed behind Toadpaw

Lightpaw and Stonepaw followed after Fishstar and sat down beside Rippleshadow, Lightpaw sitting right next to her mentor with Stonepaw on the other side.

Crowstar glanced around the clearing as he watched the others arrive. The more he pondered about it the more he knew it was coming. The dark forest would attack tonight, and he was on the dark forest side. Though whenever he went to that gathering they had no one seemed to notice him, it was strange, and it seemed a few of them looked up at him with some hatred. Don't they know he is on their side?

Dawnflower followed Thrushstar into the clearing. She was so unsure about everything anymore. With what has happened in the past few moons she was becoming a bit more paranoid about things. She knew something would be coming soon, and everyday the sense of dread grew in her more. Tonight her feeling of dread was at it's greatest, anything could happen at a gathering, and with Starclan gone, who knew what rules bordered them now? She almost asked her leader if she could stay in camp, but she told him she would stay by his side, so she had to be here.

Frostfall's eyes were shining as she followed her clan into the clearing. At this point she knew who her allies were, and she knew who her enemies were. It honestly surprised her when she discovered that one of the leaders were on their side, and the Skyclan leader himself? Well she could understand. Being driven from your home, and being stepped upon for a good amount of time would do things to cats. She flexed her muscles a little bit, and dug her claws into the ground. She couldn't wait to get this started.

Ivyfall followed behind her leader, her silver pelt almost white in the moonlight as she slinked through the clearing and took her place in the centre of the section where RiverClan cats usually sat. She felt the unusual air in the atmosphere and bristled up a little, her fur did little to make her seem larger, considering how sleek she naturally way, but it made her feel a little better. Her tail, she settled over her paws, keeping an eye on her kits as she waited for the leaders to beginning. If someone spoke to her, she'd respond, but she was more interested in focusing on the clearing and her kits. There was something off about tonight, the starless sky unnerved her.

Birchpaw bounded blindly behind his clanmates, taking no notice of anything. The only thing he was interested in was meeting that pretty medicine cat apprentice from WindClan. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be here tonight and he'd get to chat to her again. She seemed different, nothing like the big, ol' hare-brains that his mentors droned onto him about.

Goosestorm sat by his apprentice, staring around at the cats in the clearing. They all looked very anxious and tense. They must be feeling the same thing as me... He knew something bad was going to happen tonight. It wasn't his nerves: he could almost feel evil radiating off the sky.

Darkstar had the mind to not even prepare to go to the gathering. The sky was bleak, starless, with only the lonely moon to light their way. It provided no comfort as a guardian of the peace, not anymore. The moonlight was cold and indifferent to their trek to the clearing. Even when the leader had reached Fourtrees, the only comfort possible would be the presence of others, which was strange. She leaped up onto the rock alongside the leaders, fluffing out her fur against the cold.

Thin fur did not bode well for Fogheart, but the chill was.. exhilarating. Starclan was powerless against the Dark Forest. But, she sometimes admitted to herself that, if she were to die, she didn't want to end up in the stinking place. Where had Starclan gone, anyway?

Pineeye followed suit behind the rest of Skyclan. 'When will Leafbare end?' He wondered, eyeing the bare branches of the oaks, stark against the bright greens popping up elsewhere. 'Is this our doing?'


Spiderfur trudged into the clearing, disconnected from the world and its dangers for once. The recent death of her son was tearing her to pieces, and she couldn't bear to look at the blank, cold sky for his star that she knew would not be there. Her soft heather eyes seemed hollow, and she did not shiver when a sharp breeze blew into her side. Had Harepaw made it to Starclan? She gazed about the clearing, unfocused, and curled up near a bush, not seeing Wildfang. A million thoughts jostled for room in her head, dragging her deep within her own mind.

He'd been excited for his first gathering. The constant chatter made Cloudpaw think that it was a time of bonding, of peace. But the moment he'd stepped out of his lonely den, he began to dread coming into the clearing. He had never been there before, so the feeling was quite strange, having anticipated the moment since kithood. The black tom followed closely behind his clanmates as he stared at the sky. The only light was the sad corpse of the moon hanging above. He felt the instinct to hide from the unusual sky, something he had never felt before. The moment he entered the clearing he rushed to the place that smelled of herbs, where the medicine cats usually sat. After several moments of kneading the ground anxiously, he turned to one of the medicine cats. "Do you know why it's like that?" What was going on?

ooc- frick you everyone's coming

Sedgepaw padded behind Darkstar he sat down and waited for his sister to join him.

Cedarpaw spotted his mentor a few cats away and sat down beside her. Wow! There's so many cats! The apprentice looked around in awe, his russet pelt glowing red in the moonlight.

Yellowpaw didn't stray far from her clan. Talking to others was scary... and although she was fascinated by the different territories and cats alike, her awkwardness prohibited any conversation.

Wildfang saw Windclan arrive. The tom scanned the cats and he saw Spiderfur. The tom slunk away from his spot and followed her. Wildfang towered over her, trying to look as friendly as possible.
"Hey there," Wildfang smiled.

Dreamleaf padded in tiredly and took a seat with the Shadowclan Medicine Cat.
"Greetings, Dawnflower. How is Shadowclan fairing?" Dreamleaf asked.

Flashstorm followed Windclan into the clearing and looked around. It felt odd here. He didn't mind it but he felt weird, and he didn't like it at all.

Vixenpaw's mind was drawn away from the crowd and it focused on the weather. It seemed different...darker...stranger...she shivered.
Is something bad going to happen? Is StarClan going to cover the moon?
She hoped not. This was her first Gathering and even though there were crowds left and right of her, she still would hate for the Gathering to be cancelled.

Scorchfrost was beyond the word "terrified." Something awful was going to happen. It was his fault. He recognized faces from the Dark Forest scattered about the clearing. The tom knew he couldn't stand beside them proudly. Even still, he couldn't refuse their power yet. It was something he had to do alone, to show himself that he was not the same as them. Tonight, he would stay low and hope that their immense power was not shown. He saw the scarred ShadowClan warrior who discovered his last murder. He looked away quickly in shame.

Robinflight bekoned for Briarheart to sit by her, a friendly look on her face despite the dreary surroundings.

Webtail followed his daughter, sitting close to Ferretshine with the obvious protective aura over him. He shot a venomous look towards Scorchfrost, as I'd he needed another thing breaking apart his family, he was knowingly glaring at the murderer of his mate and the mother of his kits, the same cat was harming hid own sister without knowing.

Lightningpaw strayed off a bit, roaming the crowd before coming to sit with his father and sister, despite wanting to see others, he wanted to make sure anyone who gave his sister trouble over her scar would get worse scars.