July's Gathering 2017

Dandeliondapple followed Bubblemist and her father, Rippedsky. She was on edge, however, after she had fought a ShadowClan warrior alone. She had done so after storming off due to Rippedsky showing concern for her attitude. So, she'd gone to the Highpine and found an intruder. The reek of ShadowClan now made her gag. It was disgusting.

Rowantalon padded into the gathering. Already the gash in his flank was becoming a scar. This, paired with the marks on his back, made him look very dangerous.
He stuck out his chest proudly. His first gathering as a warrior!

Hawkstrike followed Rippedsky into the clearing, noticing they were the last clan to arrive. However, that was not what bothered him the most, but the fact that it had been an entire moon without any signs of Crowstar. The tribe cats had already managed to convince Rippedsky to let Stoneteller lead at his side until the black leader returned, and he feared what they could decide to do if another full moon passed by without him.

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Moonlight followed her clanmates into the clearing, taking a spot near to the Great Rock to listen to the leaders’ speak. Tension because of their lost clanmates was starting to become evident and h really hoped that at least one of them had been found by the other clans…or at least something that could reveal their location.

Olivepaw padded into fourtrees beside her best friend, Ashpaw. She was sure they were a little more than that, but she was also sure they could whatever "they" were and also be best friends. Ashpaw could be a bit clumsy at times around her, but she found a bit endearing. He also seemed to totally get her like nobody else could, except maybe her father. This was also her first gathering, and she was glad to have him with her for it. Admittedly, she was a bit nervous around so many other clan cats, but Ashpaw made her forget they were even there sometimes. She wasn't really into the whole "mingle with other clans" thing, though maybe if Ashpaw wanted to then they could.


Littlebrook, and Silentstorm padded into the gathering behind Leopardstar

ooc; i'll edit the rest later

Badgerstorm followed ShadowClan into Fourtrees as a warrior for the first time. He noticed the cleaner pelts of the other Clan cats compared to ShadowClan's. He hadn't realised how much damage the dogs really caused on ShadowClan's warriors and apprentices. The tom shamefully stayed behind most of his Clanmates, approaching the Gathering with his tail tucked low behind his legs. Would Leopardstar announce ShadowClan's weakened state? He dreaded the thought of being publicly shamed, but even so, he wouldn't have been made a warrior in the first place if he and Pebblepaw were to be gravely punished. Badgerstorm liked to believe that he was given a second chance as he proved his strength and honour by risking his life for what he caused. The tabby tom sat behind most of the gathered cats, hoping to not be seen despite the large number of arrivals. Maintaining no eye contact with little luck, the new warrior impatiently waited for the leaders to begin.

Lightdrop's eyes flicked to the warrior who was approaching her. At first she was weary because she wasn't exactly sure who it was but soon she remembered. It was Ryepaw or rather whatever his warrior name was now because he was much bigger than she was now, and she was an average size for a Riverclan warrior.

Notice anything different? Well she assumed that he would have gotten his warrior name by now. "Have you gotten your warrior name by chance?" She wasn't for sure. While they all ran on the same system she didn't really know what kind of training Shadowclan did or how long it took.

Mallowpaw had been quick to follow in after Fishstar and the rest of RiverClan, his eyes wide open and staring at the different shapes of the other clans. He was so excited that he could hardly stay still, to the point he was near trembling!

On the other paw, another shape had slinked into the gathering, Ravenclaw having found enough strength to come to the gathering. She had been "encouraged" to rest in ShadowClan's camp, but she couldn't keep herself away from the forest any longer. She had to come.

Thrushstripe totally padded in behind Leopardstar, a solemn look on his ever-aging face. This was going to be a rough gathering. Swiftclaw, on the other hand, thought the opposite. As he padded in, he wasn't expecting much and was looking forward to seeing everyone again.

Next to pad in was Redstorm with his head held high. It was his first gathering as a warrior and he couldn't be prouder of his new name. Taking a seat with other warriors, he looked around excitedly at the clearing.

Barkpaw padded in behind the newly named Blizzardstar. Everything that had happened within the past moon had been crazy but it was finally settling in. He was so close to being a warrior that he could taste it. Hopefully things would change soon. Either way, he was excited about this gathering, taking a seat with the other apprentices.

Rabbitfoot padded in being awesome and quiet.

Stoneteller walked in on the heels of Rippedsky. Gatherings were still a weird ritual to him, but he was quickly growing used to it. Despite their differences, at least the clans tried to get along for one night every moon. As he got into the clearing, he took the same spot he had in the previous one, right at the foot of the Great Rock with the other deputies. However, he was surprisingly calm among the tired and worried faces in the crowd. In fact, most of the tribe that came seemed to have a more relaxed look to them than anyone else.

Ashpaw padded in close beside Olivepaw, their fur brushing and his eyes shining with pride and awe—almost as if to say, Look at me! Look at her! Look at us! We're here, together! He watched Mudfoot in front of them, wondering what group his mentor was heading to, and if apprentices would be allowed. The tom had already checked to make sure all of the rest of his siblings were there and alright, as Shadowclan headed into the clearing, and now he suddenly became anxious, wondering if Olivepaw would leave his side to become part of one of the groups of apprentices that littered the place.

Meaning to shuffle a little closer to her, he accidentally stumbled and clumsily stepped on her paw. "I'm so sorry!" he yelped quickly, ears pressed against his fluffy head. 



Blackpaw, perhaps the youngest apprentice there and still kit-sized, walked close to Hawkstrike, almost directly beneath his furry belly. Her wide green eyes poked out of a blue-black smeared head and tail and a dirty white coat, the she-cat's heartbeat racing. She would probably stay with her mentor for the entire Gathering, she supposed; but the sight of all the cats milling around just about strangled her with anxiety. 

"Where do we go?" She mewed, lifting her head to meet the tom's gaze.

Willowpaw padded into the gathering, her green eyes trained on her brother curiously. He was staying awfully close to Olivepaw. She wasn't entirely sure about anything just yet, but she resolved to keep her eye on the two.

Olivepaw purred softly as their fur brushed and she glanced at him, her deep green gaze bright, when he stepped on her paw. She gasped in surprise, but she was smiling not moments later. "It's alright, Ashpaw. It was an accident. Plus you didn't even hurt me. I'm not made of kitten fluff." She giggled, playfully bumping into him. "You won't take me down that easily." She purred playfully, attempting a teasing growl, but it only came out as a garbled laugh. Sometimes Ashpaw drew her into giggling fits because of how silly he acted sometimes. She was pretty sure he didn't mean to most of the time, but that only made it all the more funny. She glanced up at her dad for a split second, and in that second, her eyes flashed with pride. No matter what, she would always have Leopardstar, Ashpaw, and her siblings by her side, and if anything did happen, she had no idea what she would do.

Blazeflight was at the gathering and was disappointed in how to Mist was behaving. >:|

Darkpaw sat down in the darkest spot she could find,  her sister had found a new friend and now she was again alone,  Ryeheart had gained his Warrior name,  and left the Apprentice Den,  but for her,  better be alone than being with a mouse-brained flirty tom.

The black apprentice eyed Ryeheart,  he was again doing his magic with Lightdrop "Pathethic tom!  Don't you know what could happen if you keep doing that?!"  Darkpaw growled on her mind,  she knew what was Ryeheart capable of....

There was a soft sigh from Larksong as she stepped into the Gathering, letting her tail swish as she stared at the gathered cats. She noted with curiosity that Darkstar was gone and a new tom sat at the base of the rocks. Had something happened to the ThunderClan leader? Worry flickered in the she-cats chest even if it was for another Clan, sparing a soft glance at her always-companion Smokestripe.

Smokestripe hadn't really taken notice of the change of leadership, still attempting to come to terms with the death of his son. The death was...Unnatural. No signs of death other then hints of frost that had lingered but...That didn't make sense. It was Greenleaf. There wasn't suppose to be frost! He took in a deep breath as he felt Larksong press herself worrying beside him.

"Come on," she whispered in a soft voice as she spotted a familiar black pelt in the crowd. "Lets go sit next to Ravenclaw." She carefully led the tom through the mass of gathered cats until they reached the slowly recovering ShadowClan warrior. Together the two friends flanked the sides of Ravenclaw, Smokestripe wasting no time in pressing himself against his mate's fur for comfort as he stared up at the rock, noticing that all the leaders had arrived.


Amberpelt padded into the gathering with a curious look, her paws shifting uneasily with everything that had transpired. It had been moons since the disappearance of some of her Clanmates to...To whatever had take them, recalling that Duskpaw had claimed a mist taking Swiftheart. While the she-cat wanted to do nothing but act like was wrong it was getting hard. Something was going on, recalling almost each of the Clans reporting a disappearance of a warrior as well. The sleeked fur she-cat sat down by her lonesome, staring up at the leaders as she wondered what news would be shared this time.


Storm that Lights the Clouds must have stood out - looking perfectly at peace among the rather big group of nervous cats. There was still some lingering uncertainty on the mind about the disappearance of Crowstar but he was certain that the leader would show up again...Right? Hm, so perhaps he wasn't in as much 'peace' as he was letting on. But still he held onto an appearance of a calm, collected tom. His gaze shifted across the great rock as Rippedsky leaped up there, noting that there was a new cat up there. What was with these Clans and changing who sat up there every moon?

In other circumstances, Blizzardstar would’ve waited until at least one or two leaders spoke before her so the news of Darkflight’s retirement wasn’t the first thing to hit the rest of the clans. True, she was already starting to notice the suspicion on some of the gathered cats when they saw her on top of the Great Rock and Leopardclaw on the spot she had occupied for several moons, but it didn’t took away the nervousness that she felt about making it public.

However, she carried news way more important than a change of leadership in a clan, and she hoped that the rest of the leaders wouldn’t think she had gone mad when she spoke to them about the Mist that had been taking away her clanmates. Dear StarClan, if she could get just one at her side in her quest to figure out what was going on she would be forever grateful. Her main concern were SkyClan and WindClan at this point, as she was well aware that the Mist had saved them in the past and could refuse to listen to her, or worse, go against ThunderClan for saying such things…but it was a risk she had to take.

Without losing a single second she stepped forward, heart beating quickly against her chest “The Gathering will now begin” Her usually motherly and kind voice had turned serious and polite, something that would let anyone that knew her well enough know that something wasn’t quite right “ThunderClan is growing stronger after the fire and prey is slowly returning as the forest heals. We have some new apprentices: Weedpaw, Cedarpaw, Coyotepaw, Orchidpaw, Birdpaw and Swirlpaw. We also welcome our new warriors: Cinderfrost, Spottedbear, Leafstorm, Daylight and Hawkswoop” She had to take a deep breath before continuing, trying her best to stay calm and collected “After a long talk and a really hard decision, Darkstar decided to retire and now goes by the name of Darkflight, warrior of ThunderClan. I made the travel to Highstones and received my nine lives, earning my new name and the leadership of my clan, and appointed a new deputy, Leopardclaw” She allowed a couple seconds to pass so the news could sink in, getting that out of her chest was harder than she originally expected, but now that she did it felt like if a boulder she had been carrying around had banished, freeing her from its weight…but now the bigger news had to be delivered.

“A mysterious mist has been spotted in our territory from time to time. I must warn you, stay away from it at all costs! It snatched Sunpaw away from Blazepaw when he was trying to carry him to camp to get serious wounds treated, Owlpaw witnessed how it took away two of our clanmates, Umberflame and Cloverpaw, Leopardclaw and Lichenfang could do nothing to save Honeypaw and Reedpaw, their very own kits, from it. This mist leaves no scent, no tracks, nothing but chilly temperatures and a layer of ice covering every single thing it touches. It was like if our clanmates disappeared into thin air with it” Worry and anxiety was evident in her voice even if she was doing her best to stay as calm as possible “And if taking our clanmates wasn’t enough, Lionspark was forced to watch as this mist killed one of our apprentices, Poppypaw, by freezing her to death as something within it laughed and mocked at her as she tried to save her without any success” Her eyes went from the cats under the Great Rock to the leaders sitting on top of it with her “I don’t know what this mist is, but it may also be the reason your clanmates are going missing. We can’t just sit and do nothing about it as it either takes or kills our clanmates one by one. We may not know what is behind this fog, or what does it want, but we need to at least try to do something about it and we need to do it soon”.