July's Gathering 2017

Thistleblaze followed Fishstar into the gathering. The gray tabby's eyes looking around at those who had already gathered here. A small snarl left her as she already saw that Windclan was there. She still didn't trust them in the slightest after what happened with Frogjaw all that time ago. While she never liked Windclan in the first place after what they did to her mother and how they treated her, after they kept pushing their luck Thistleblaze lost her patience with them.

The riverclan warrior stayed among her clan. Sitting closer to the back hoping her mate would join her. She didn't really want to interact with anyone else this gathering, and if someone did approach she hoped it would be someone from her own clan.

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Lightdrop followed behind her clan. She liked the gatherings. While she did take after her mom somewhat, she was more tolerable of Windclan and the other clans. She still didn't care for Windclan after what they had did but she didn't experience it directly.

The pure white she-cat padded around, trying to decide on a spot to sit. Maybe she would run into someone she would know. She didn't really know anyone outside of Riverclan though so that would be an issue. There was that one apprentice she met all those moons ago from Shadowclan. He was probably a warrior by now but she wondered if she would see him tonight.

Rainstorm padded into the gathering behind his aunt, yellow-green eyes glaring around at the cats.

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Bramblerfrost stomped behind Lionspark, his tail twitching angrily. Ever since Darkstar had stepped down, the tom has been on edge. How could his mother do this?! She gave up such a divine right for what, a rest? And now Blizzardstar was leading the gathering. "What a disgrace..."

Weedpaw nodded at Daypaw. "I won't," he mewed.

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Snailpaw somewhat stumbled into the clearing after the rest of RiverClan, afraid to be around so many cats. It made him feel small.

Flowerpaw trailed behind Snailpaw, dragging her feet.

Leopardstar led ShadowClan into the gathering, trotting at his own leisurely pace into Fourtrees. His face was grave and his heart was heavy with hidden anger. Some nights he had no desire to come to Gatherings at all and occasionally considered not even showing up, but he knew it would be an affront to StarClan. Instead he showed up and put up with the other clans for as long as a single gathering took. His mind was filled with his own problems, so he didn't even notice Darkstar's absence. He scaled the Great Rock and grunted a single greeting to all of the other cats already up there, but otherwise said nothing.

Sootpaw marveled at the area as he came into the gathering. He and his mentor had passed it on their border patrol, but it was so much bigger up close! And the smells! When he thought it was strong before, wave after wave of new scents came over him. He smelled a fishy scent, he knew it was Riverclan, and he recognized the rabbit scent of Windclan. Remembering his patrol, he knew a forest filled scent as Thunderclan. Looking at the great rock, he saw his leader, as well as three others. Skyclan still isn't here. He thought to himself. He was excited to get a glimpse of the tribe cats for the first time, considering all he had heard about them. Excited, he sat down.

Nightpaw followed closely behind her brother. She knew he had gotten to patrol and probably knew each clan's scent by heart, but she was desperately lost. There were so many cats! How could there be this many? She took a deep breath, then opened her mouth. Instantly a wave of scents hit her, some seeming to smell of water and fish, others of rabbit, others of forest. River, Thunder, Sky, Wind? She had no idea which was which and who was who, but she would try to find out. Sitting next to her brother, she scooted next to him for comfort.

Copperpaw padded in after Leopardstar and took a seat with Shadowclan.

Lizardpaw trotted along silently. He could sort of feel how his father felt about the Gathering and thus assumed it wouldn't be much fun. Instead, he gazed at the other Clans wearily.

The newly named Ryeheart walked into the Gathering behind Leopardclaw, head raised and clean white chest puffed out proudly.  This was his first Gathering as a warrior, and he wasn't afraid to tell anybody who would listen!  Waving his fluffy ginger tail, the young tom glanced around the growing crowd of cats, icy blueish-green eyes searching for one pelt he hadn't seen for a while.  Where's Lightdrop?  I bet she would be impressed by my new name!  He, unfortunately, hadn't seen her last Gathering, so for a moment he wondered if she was- nevermind there she was!  With an excited smile, he bounded over to the odd-eyed white she-cat, accidentally bumping into a few cats on his way.  Skidding to a halt at her side, the pale ginger tabby stood up to his full height and flicked his tail amicably, a coquettish sparkle in his eye.  "Hey Lightdrop, notice anything different about me?"  Though he had grown taller than her over the moons, and his shoulders a bit broader, his voice held a teasing tone, as if he knew she could never really guess what he meant.

She was even more tired than usual. The strange dreams that plagued her had grown more frequent and more worrying. Troubled by the recent occurrences- the nightmares, the disappearances, the dog attack- Honeydrop found her way into Fourtrees, near the front of the group of ShadowClan cats along with Leopardstar, her apprentice Roaringpaw right beside her. After his three-day absence, she had promised herself that she would take good care of him. She would not lose another apprentice. Especially now that the tom was so close to getting his medicine cat name. The golden dappled she-cat's tail was curled protectively around the black apprentice as they made their way over to the other medicine cats. She was relieved to smell that SkyClan had not yet arrived. Less chance of running into that rogue. The she-cat dipped her head to the other medicine cats who were still there, and waited silently for the last Clan to arrive and the Gathering to begin. The sooner she could get home, where she felt safe, the happier she would be.

Gingerpaw padded into the Gathering alongside his Clanmates, ears pricked at all the sounds he heard. Ever since the dogs attacked his Clan, he had been a little bit more paranoid, but his extroverted personality still urged him to go find cats to talk to. Socializing was one of the joys of his life. His emerald green eyes spotted an apprentice he had seen at the last Gathering he had gone to, a gray and white WindClan she-cat (Laurelpaw). Though she looked like she wanted to be left alone, the tom figured maybe he could cheer her up. His orange tabby pelt stood out among the vibrant green underbrush as he made his way through the ShadowClan crowd towards her, offering her a friendly smile. "Hey, I'm Gingerpaw. Sorry to bother you, but I was just looking for someone to have a conversation with. What's your name?"

Nightheart followed after Ashstar, noticing that ThunderClan had beat them to Fourtrees that night. Though she really didn’t mind they were the first to arrive she couldn’t deny she was somewhat surprised, as the clan of the forest usually didn’t arrive before them.

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Sootwhisper padded behind RiverClan, lagging behind by a tail-length or two as usual, not really a fan of being in the middle of the group of cats that were coming alongside him. Without hesitance of any kind he went towards his favorite spot and made himself comfortable in it, waiting for the remaining clans to arrive.

Jaystream entered the Gathering behind Fishstar and sat down close to his apprentice, Ashpaw. For her, it was first Gathering. For him, it was the first time that he was here as a warrior. The tom glanced at the different groups and saw some familiar faces, such as Laurelpaw who seemed pretty annoyed by some reason he didn't know. "If you want to, you can go and chat with other clan cats. This the only moment you can do that in total peace." He purred, encouraging Ashpaw to do some friends.

Tinytip followed Riverclan and sat down in her usual spot, always looking at her apprentice. She would be probably like to know other cats so it wasn't a problem for her to stay there and watch.

The brown tabby she-cat followed Shadowclan to her first Gathering. She was excited about it and couldn't wait for Curlypaw to join her so she jut trotted to the closest spot she could find to the rocks of the leaders and saw everything with excited eyes.

Firepaw wasn't sure about participating in this Gathering after the dog attack. His wounds still hurt and he had scars on his hind leg and a tornes ear now. However he was not scared or depressed about it. Actually, he somehow liked his new appearance because he looked more like an experienced warrior but the pain didn't dissapear so quickly. He sat down looking at the rock where the leaders were sitting and waited there. He was usually pretty outgoing, like his brother, but this time he didn't want to waste his energies looking for someone to talk to.

Rippedsky flicked his tail in a signal for the Skyclan cats to flood down into the moonlit clearing. It appeared they were the last to arrive tonight. That fact did not bother him at all. However, what did press upon his mind was the fact that Crowstar was still not here, leading them all to meet with the other clans. They might think we are weak... I might fail you, Crowstar, he thought, stone expression faltering briefly. The black and white spotted tom quickly regained what little composure he had lost and padded through the masses of cats towards the rock. After a simple meow to the deputies, Rippedsky leaped fairly easily onto the rock. His blue eyes gave away nothing about how he felt inside. There was a torrent of worries and frustrations, all of which he ignored. The only thing that mattered now was leading his clan in this moment.

"I hope greenleaf is treating you all well... aside from the disappearances." Tasting the words on his tongue, Rippedsky could feel how strange it felt to acknowledge what had been happening. No one had been willing to share about them. Last gathering, none of the leaders had discussed it. All they had accomplished was mentioning it to the others. But still, not much more had been done. His tail flicked before wrapping around his paws as he settled down. He made sure to seat himself between Bliardshine and Leopardstar. There was no doubt the Windclan leader would still be just as spiteful and begrudging as before. His gaze cast over all the others. Blizzardshine. A bit of conflict swept through the iced blue gaze. If she was there that meant... "Is everything well with Thunderclan?" He felt better to ask than assume. Although, it did appear a new tom sat with the deputies. Had something happened to Darkstar too? Like with Crowstar?

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Flamestrike padded in.

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Slatethroat and Sagepaw came in with Windclan.

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Coyotepaw showed up too I guess.

OCC: will edit the rest later

Roaringpaw padded alongside his mentor, feeling the gentle weight of her golden tail on his small pelt guiding him protectively into the clearing. After he had been taken by twolegs for three days, the black apprentice was surprised by Honeydrop's more-than-alarmed reaction. In the beginning of his apprenticeship, they were distant by the loss of Puddlepaw. Now though, they not only were closer but now Roaringpaw seemed to be under all scrutiny. Roaringpaw was worried for his mentor's health- he wished fervently that he never left camp. He didn't dare mention that he sneaked out on purpose to travel to Highstones.

"May I go look for Echopaw?" The medicine cat apprentice asked Honeydrop with hopeful eyes. The worst part about coming back was finding out that his angry sister was nowhere to be found. His chest tightened as remembered the pitied expression on his clanmates' faces as they watched him realize that she might've left for good.

Bubblemist padded after her father and sat down with the rest of Skyclan. She curled her big fluffy tail around her paws and waited for the gathering to start.