April's Gathering 2018

Cherrypaw sighed as she came into the clearing late, limping slightly. On the way there she had stepped on a thorn, causing her to fall behind her clanmates as she had stopped to pull it out. Despite that, as she looked around Fourtrees qa smile lit up her face despite the throbbing pain in her paw. Lifting up the injured foreleg and holding it close to her pelt, Cherrypaw entered the gathering cats to look for someone to chat with.

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Sweetpaw, remembering what had happened last time she ran head-long into fourtrees, padded into the clearing in a swift but controlled jog. Immediatly she noticed injuries on some of the Skyclan cats and though she was filled with curiosity she knew pestering a cat that looked that upset was never a good idea. Looking around she breathed in the scents around her and went in search of one of her siblings or her father.

OOC: Both Cherry and Sweetpaw are open to chat with!

Emberheart followed the rest of ThunderClan into the Gathering with a confidence she had been missing for quite some time. She spotted a WindClan apprentice [Elmpaw] who looked rather out of place, and approached him. "Hello there," she greeted. "Is this your first Gathering?" She could only hope she wasn't intimidating him.

Featherlight followed WindClan to the Gathering, taking her usual place with her fellow medicine cats. Waiting to see if any of her fellow medicine cats had things to say, she noted that SkyClan's leader was absent.

Acornpaw strode with Rippedsky(star?) and SkyClan.

Entering the clearing with his tail hung low, Tinylegs couldn't exactly say he was excited to be here. His father, Crowstar, was gone, and he couldn't help but feel... alone. The leader, had been a huge part of his life. Standing up for him, teaching him that he was able to do much more than he'd originally thought. And now, just like that, he was gone.

Making his way to the front of the gathering crowd, the little top sat down, looking up to the Rippedsky. There was no doubt his his mind that the former WindClan warrior would make a fine leader and he just hoped that the younger tom would serve his clan well, through thick and thin.

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Following WindClan into the clearing, Smokepelt sat down in his usual spot. Wrapping his tail around his paws, he watched as cats slowly filtered into the gathering area. He noticed that Rippedsky sat on top of the tree with the other leaders, and couldn't help but let out a huff of amusement. This gathering was destined to be an interesting one.

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Limping into the clearing near the back of the WindClan group, Ryecloud looked around. He never liked gatherings, as he found them too busy and hated being so close to other cats. But, tonight, he would just have to make due.

Awkwardly sitting down near the back edge of the clearing with his limp leg sprawled out behind him, the deformed cat watched in silence as clans began conversing. If only he was able to talk normally.

OOC: SOMEONE PLS CHAT AND/OR MAKE FUN OF RYE

Sparkpaw saw Ryecloud. He figured that he might as well talk with someone so he walked up to Ryecloud. "Hey how are you?"

Whiskers trembling briefly, Elmcloud's head tilted slightly as he listened to Honeypaw's words, continuing to occasionally snatch brief glances at the evidently frustrated young she-cat. Absently recalling Poppysong's fierce scoldings pertaining to interrupting another cat, he merely bit back a sigh and returned to crowd-watching,  his attention only occasionally waning. At Honeypaw's final, huffing statement, he only gave a halfhearted shrug in response. "I suppose it's just life. Things always keep moving forward, even if we don't want them to." Elmcloud shrugged once more, voice lackluster as his gaze returned to the few Leaders lingering atop the Great Rock, "We might as well just keep up with it."

Dawnpetal followed her Clanmates into the meeting territory for all five Clans, feeling much stronger, healthier, and prouder than she had ever felt. This was her very first newleaf, and it already felt magnificent. The night wasn’t unbearably cold, but pleasantly cool, the soft breeze ruffling through her fur, smelling freshly of promise for better moons to come.

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Fernpaw squealed with excitement as she rushed into the clearing of Fourtrees. Her very first Gathering! This was going to be so much fun! She couldn’t wait to find cats to talk to. She was going to make so many friends.

(OOC: Dawnpetal and Fernpaw both are open for conversation. :3)

Brokenpaw walked into the Gathering. He hadn't wanted to come, not for the usual reason, but because he was still ashamed of his actions during the attack on SkyClan. He had changed his mind and come anyway after he saw Tinypaw leave the camp with the others. He knew she was proud enough to not want anyone to help her, but he had struggled against the desire to help support her as she made her way. He watched her solemnly join Firepaw and lay next to her. At this point he wasn't sure if he was welcome to join. He didn't really know Firepaw well, and had additionally kept to himself more than usual since the attack. Driven by the urge to be near his strong she-cat friend, he idled over and lay on the other side of Tinypaw, leaving only a small space between them.

~Rainpaw~

o”S-S-SkyClan, huh? Tha-th-th-that’s coo-cool,” The WindClan apprentice replied quietly. Rainpaw glanced over to see Cranepaw coming up to them. Well how wonderful. the blue-gray tom thought, sighing.
He hadn’t actually expected Cranepaw to push him out of the way, and say something like that about him to Hazelpaw. ”W-“ he couldn’t find words to defend himself, he wasn’t good at defending himself when cats said mean stuff about him. What am I thinking? I have to at least try to say something! Rainpaw stood up and glared at the other tom. ”I c-c-can h-h-hold a conv-conversation!” he growled.

~Hazelpaw~

Hazelpaw looked at Cranepaw with a mixed expression. ”Hey Cranepaw, I’m Hazelpaw from SkyClan. I’m assuming you are from WindClan too?” She asked, glancing at Rainpaw for a moment. He looked a tad angry and even a little hurt. She sort of felt bad for him, which confused her. She rarely had sympathy for other cats. What Cranepaw did was.. actually something I would probably do. She thought.
Cranepaw seemed cool, he reminded Hazelpaw of herself, and just from his introduction.
Rainpaw raising his voice was unexpected. But Hazelpaw, though giving the Rainpaw the quickest and slightest smile, looked back at Cranepaw. ”So.. what’s.. up with him?” she murmured, wanting to sound as nice as possible, which again, confuse her.

Oceanlight and Echo came too, Winter's still lazy

Elmpaw watched as a cat that seemed to be around the same age as he was approach him. He blinked a few times and opened his mouth to speak, caught off-guard. He hadn't expected another cat to actually come talk to him. Hastily, he shuffled his paws where he was sitting and curled his tail around the stump of his missing leg, trying to hide it. 

"I, uh..." he fumbled, struggling to regain his composure. He couldn't place this cat's scent either, which made him even more uncomfortable. "Yeah, it is...What Clan are you from? I can't tell..."

Cranepaw let out a mean snort, glaring at the WindClan apprentice with an air of arrogance. He could be such a pest sometimes, and he wasn't the only one. Shaking his head, the sand-colored tom looked towards where Ryecloud had just seated himself, eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry on his behalf. WindClan has its fair share of..." the apprentice gave the other a knowing look, ducking his head and lowering his voice. ...weirdos." he finished. It was true, somewhat.

((short bcuz plane boarding((

Wildfire and Birchheart walked into the gathering together.

[Newttongue is being catnapped + Rainpaw is not done with his ceremony]

With his hearing already not the greatest, Ryecloud failed to notice the apprentice come up to him over the bustling clans, and when noticing something out of the corner of his eye, his heart jumped when he turned to see the younger cat.

Because of his not so appealing appearance, cats usually didn't want to talk to him, so he'd grown use to being alone. But alas, it didn't seem as though he had a choice and knew he couldn't just ignore the apprentice.

"Goob," the crooked jawed cat mumbled, forever self conscious about how he talked.

Firpaw observed Tinypaw approach her through the corner of her eye, remembering how she was injured in the deadly fight with the disgusting beasts that had invaded their camp. Her denmate's expression was concerning. Without much else to do to comfort her, the deaf she-cat softly groomed the ginger she-cat's ears as they waited for ShadowClan and RiverClan to arrive.


Darkflight's ears caught the murmurings of a SkyClan warrior, who was far more distraught than the rest. While she figured that given his state of mind he would probably snap at her, the aged she-cat knew that grief only festered into something darker if it wasn't released somehow. So, she got to her paws - feeling her joints creak in the process - and ever so slowly padded over. Her odd gait must certainly have been a shock to the younger cats, as it always was, seeing as she still only had three legs still attached to her body. Her voice was soft, like how she used to speak to newborns. Used to. "You were close to him, weren't you?" She didn't have to say his name.


Entering the clearing with the rest of WindClan, Spiderfur brushed past her son to follow her granddaughter, Fernpaw. Now she finally understood how wonderful grandchildren could be, as well as how anxiety-inducing. It was a wonder she hadn't had all her brown fur replaced with grey from all the stress Leafbare put her through. The little she-cat easily weaved her way through the throngs of cats, already so numerous she could hardly believe another two clans had yet to arrive. "F-Fernpaw!" she called, feeling heat rise to her face as she realized how embarrassing she must look. Still, she trotted after the young apprentice. "Oh, be careful!"


Deerpaw was... less animated. Growing taller by the day, he easily peered over the heads of the Clan cats, an actual look of surprise in his amber eyes. While he was one of the older apprentices, this was definitely his first Gathering. Certainly there weren't this many cats in the forest? He glanced to the Great Rock, and yes, it sure was big, and spotted only three leaders. "Dear StarClan," he muttered. "Two more clans aren't even here yet?" The tom would have to ask Mistpaw if there were usually so many cats. His strong gaze drifted across the crowd, finding a flustered-looking Rainpaw, along with Cranepaw and an apprentice he didn't recognize. He strolled towards them, not in any real hurry.

Once he reached them, his movements were slow and graceful as he followed the conversation. "Don't you have anything better to do than insult your Clanmates, Cranepaw?" He said, expressionless. Glancing the ThunderClan she-cat's way, he threw out his introduction, short as it was. "I'm Deerpaw."