April's Gathering 2018

Ravenpaw went behind her mother, she didn´t know what to expect this time, would the leaders start to fight again? She believed there was a huge chance of that happening again... so she started looking around for the shadowclan´s apprentice, Lionpaw

Fernpaw skidded to a halt at her grandmother’s call, and she beamed happily up at her as she waited for her to catch up. ”Sorry! It’s just super exciting to be here! Do you know much about the other Clans? What are they like? When do you think ShadowClan and RiverClan will come?” She began bombarding the she-cat with questions, too excitable to calm herself down.

Before she gave Spiderfur a chance to answer any of her questions, she spotted an orange-and-black tabby she-cat (Ravenpaw) and raced over to her with a wide grin. "Hi! I'm Fernpaw of WindClan! What's your name? You smell kinda familiar. Are you an ally that my Clan keeps talking about? Are you ThunderClan? You smell so much like the forest! It's super musty, though. You'd never catch me running around in that crowded place!"

Emberheart realized, at the apprentice's question, that she had forgotten to introduce herself. Of course she would still forget and mix up something, even with all her regained confidence. "I'm Emberheart, from ThunderClan," she offered. "And you?"

Sparkpaw looked at the warrior. "Wow sorry I didn't mean to scare you....." He caught eye of Rye's jaw. "Wow what happened? Did you fall down as a kit? Hahahaha! Wow I wonder why you became a warrior. I could beat you with my eyes closed." Sparkpaw said.

Littlestar padded into the clearing of Fourtrees with her clan streaming in behind her. They were doing well since the last gathering. She quickly approached the Great Rock and bounded up to sit down at the top. As she gave a polite nod to the other leaders, she noticed Rippedsky was in Crowstar's place. She sure hoped the black fluffy leader was alright..

Cloudroar padded into the gather somewhere behind Firpaw and found a place not far off to sit down.

Scorchfang followed in after Littlestar. He was grateful that the ShadowClan leader decided to let him attend the Gathering even during his sentence in camp for reasons he didn't want to think about anymore, but then again it would be shown to the other four Clans as weakness if the deputy didn't come. Still, it was nice being let out of camp for almost a moon. He settled down next to Leopardclaw, Brindlewhisker, and who he assumed was SkyClan's new deputy, though he didn't know him by name. He gave him a polite nod and a smile, wanting to show him the support he himself had been given when he attended his first Gathering as second-in-command of ShadowClan.

"Nice to see everything is beginning to warm up again," he commented, trying to loosen any remaining tension between the deputies left behind by leaf-bare's fiasco. Hopefully the warmth of the earth would also warm the Clans' hearts, and the fighting between Clans would finally stop.

Mumblefoot's shoulders slumped forwards, despite him still standing. The only thing that kept him going in that moment was his daughter. It was as if her presence helped to prop him up. If it were up to the tailless tom, he would still be tucked into his nest safely back in camp. As a young apprentice, that same feeling had come from a place of anxiety. Today, it was due to the lingering feelings of loss. Staring up at the great rock only reminded him of the fluffy black tom who had once taken up the space his father did now. Although they had their fair share of differences, the warrior believed his father would to great as the leader of Skyclan. But, still, he could not shake the fact that looking at Rippedsky there now, that Crowstar's legacy was one that could never truly be filled. He sighed and turned his sights to the other clans arriving.

While Thunderclan had arrived first, he found himself eagerly searching the Shadowclan crowd for a familiar white pelt. When the search came up fruitless, his expression seemed to drop lower than before and concern rose in his chest. Where is Bonestrike? The Shadowclan warrior had been his friend since early apprenticehood, and had helped to train him when Hawkstrike had been too busy or disinterested in such a pathetic apprentice. At least Birchheart was here. When he caught sight of her, there was some hope. Wanting to seek out some companionship in the absence of Poplartooth, he turned towards Thunderclan. Mumblefoot nodded towards his daughter to follow. They could spend some time with her like they did at the last gathering. As he approached, he tried to force some enthusiasm into his voice as he meowed, "Hey, Birchheart. How are things in Thunderclan?" Based on the clan's physique, the tom could only assume better than last moon.
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As other clan's poured in, his chest puffed up. The last gathering, despite still being a bulky mass, the apprentice had been underfed. Now that newleaf was treating them more kindly, Eaglepaw stood even stronger than before. He strayed not far from the Thunderclan group. His only interest was in making sure he could have a good view of their great leader standing out on the great rock. He wandered only a short bit away but ended up closer to Windclan cats. At the smell, his nose wrinkled up. It wasn't until he was barreling into Ryecloud that he realized how ignorantly he had padded off. Immediately frustration bubbled up in the apprentice. It was like what had happened with Rainkit in camp. A growl erupted from his chest and he glared down at the deformed warrior, "I thought this was a gathering of clan cats, not crowfood found on the thunderpath."

The tabby spat in the older tom's direction before the voice of another Windclan cat caused him to whip around. Oh. Although the fur on his shoulders flattened as he took in the beautiful, albeit frustrating, Windclan cat, the apprentice was still on edge. He met her gaze evenly. There was a bit of a dig to her words and he scoffed much like he had at the last gathering, "I'm not sure what you're getting at, kit, but at least Thunderclan can bring real warriors to a gathering." His tabby tail flicked towards Ryecloud as another jab. His eyes were alight with some rather undue anger. Eaglepaw stood facing Dovepaw. There wasn't yet a challenge to his stance, but if she said the wrong thing, this could go nowhere good.

Palepaw had resigned from conversation after his last comment, choosing to instead gaze around the clearing at all of the strange new folk that he had, unknowingly, shared the forest this entire time. His eyes landed on his brother, watching the ginger tabby pad around and pause next to a WindClan warrior. Even from afar, the apprentice could sensibly attest something not quite right with the face of the warrior. It piqued his interest and he, dipping his head towards his mentor, wove his way through the crowd to join them. Chatter was louder than ever, but he got near enough to hear Sparkpaw's comment. Fur fluffing up, the ThunderClan apprentice smacked him over the head with one large, white paw.

"I'm sorry on his behalf." the tomcat mewed apologetically, staring down at his smaller sibling with a furious look in his eyes. "As a kit he also attested he could beat his own shadow." Palepaw commented with an ever so angelic look on his face.

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Ferretpaw followed Littlestar into the Gathering, looking around with an ever so curious look on her bright face.

((someone interact with ferretpaw and quietpaw <3))

Scarletpaw

Soaking in the moonlight, Scarletpaw stretched her legs as she slowly followed Blizzardstar. She could hear birds chirping and feel the wind blowing against her fur. She was just passing by when she heard Sparkpaw's rude remark towards another cat. "Sparkpaw! You shouldn't be so rude to a warrior," she hissed quietly. Hopefully the other cat would not be too offended by Sparkpaw's remark.



Sparkpaw (Different Sparkpaw)


Sparkpaw followed after Ashstar silently, occasionally stopping to claw up some leaves. He stared at the leaders and deputies, and suddenly realized something was wrong. Crowstar wasn't there, and a cat he didn't know was in the deputy's spot. Is Crowstar dead? Although he didn't care about whether the leader was dead or not, curiosity pricked his paws as he stared at Ashstar, waiting to see what she had to say.

Following Rippedsky's lead, Tigerpaw bounded into the gathering clearing. For a moment, the black and white tom seemed like he had forgotten his new position as leader of SkyClan. She cringed inwardly at his awkward ascension to the Great Rock, although she could understand his hesitation. A somber air hung over the SkyClan cats who had come to the gathering today. The striped apprentice wished that she did not have to come, and she knew that some of her clanmates probably felt the same way. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Elmcloud at the edge of the clearing. Her mentor was one of the cats who had been affected most by Crowstar's death. Looking at him now, he looked broken. Tigerpaw would have gone over to him, but she held back, because she feared not knowing what to say to him. She saw that Honeypaw was with him. The ginger apprentice would probably do a better job talking to Elmcloud than Tigerpaw could. So thinking, she turned her gaze away from her mentor.

In search of someone to chat with, Tigerpaw scanned the cats surrounding her. It did not take long before she noticed a red-furred she-cat that smelled strongly of ShadowClan (Ferretpaw). After a moment of hesitation, the striped apprentice approached her. Even if she didn't really like talking to other cats, coming to the gathering and only hanging out with your own clan felt like a bit of a waste. Maybe she would be able to gain some useful information about the other clans. "Hello," She mewed, a slight wariness in her voice, "I'm Tigerpaw of SkyClan. You are?"

Lifting his head just a little, Ryecloud perked his ears as the apprentice looked at his jaw. Maybe this cat would be nice to him and not mention his deformities. But boy was he wrong.

Surprised by Sparkpaw's sudden change of tone and sharp words, the warrior's ears fell back. He seemed so nice just a moment ago, what had happened? Well, what ever it was, Ryecloud wasn't the type of cat to fight back, seeing as though he was practically incapable of even doing that.

Before the apprentice could speak again, another apprentice that smelt of ThunderClan came up to him, an unimpressed look on his face. Taking Eaglepaw's jabs, all he could do was shrink down where he sat, his ears pressed flat again his head and his tail curled tightly around his paws. 'I knew I shouldn't have come,' the warrior thought to himself, closing his eyes as if doing so would make everyone go away.

Hearing some other voices approach, Ryecloud lifted an eyelid to see another apprentice come over and scold the one known as Sparkpaw, and after a few moments, another one came over and hit the younger cat atop the head. Closing his eyes again, his heart began to race as he tried to drown out all that was happening. So many cats, so many voices, it was all too overstimulating for the deformed warrior. 'J-just go away!' he wanted to yowl, but per usual, stayed silent.

OOC: keep at it, papa smoke will probs intervene in the next few posts ;D

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Practically bouncing into the gathering, Daisypaw followed behind his father, Mudfoot, looking around in awe. Seeing so many cats together was truly a wonder and the apprentice couldn't wait to see what happened at events like this. While he probably should've gone to mingle with other cats, the handsome white and ginger tom followed his father and sat down next to the older tom, wanting to take in every moment.

Crowfur walked into the gathering with Shadowclan. He sat down and waited. He was a bit tired so he wasn't willing to talk to anyone.

Dustpaw walked in with Shadowclan.


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Sparkpaw looked at his brother, Palepaw. "Hey what was that for! It's just a warrior of another clan. I would never say that to a Thunderclan Warrior." He hissed. He sighed and looked at Ryecloud. "I'm sorry." He said, clearly not meaning it.

Dovepaw's yellow eyes narrowed in irritation. This tom was really trying to tug at her nerves, wasn't he? It didn't take the gray tabby very long to conjure up a response as she took a step closer to Eaglepaw and straightened herself to her full height, which wasn't even close to the size ThunderClan tom.
"Real warriors?" She spat, however, her tone was tainted with amusement, "What would you know about a real warrior? It's not like you are one. It's not like you're ever going to be one, either."
Her gray tail lashed as she rolled her eyes, "You better be thanking StarClan that tonight is a Gathering, or I would've ripped your pelt off, ThunderClanner. Actually, there are plenty more things that you should be thanking StarClan for. I don't see why you're so persistent on insulting me and my Clan. WindClan could've easily sided with RiverClan and left you all with nothing. Honestly, I thought ThunderClan was decent until I realized that cats like you live in it. I agree with RiverClan on this one. you and your stupid bunch of 'Clan cats' are pathetic and ungrateful!"
She took another menacing, threatening step towards Eaglepaw. They were practically nose to nose, now, "And, hey, I don't see why you think it's so funny to pick on Ryecloud. He didn't do anything wrong! You're the most ignorant tom I've ever met. That just proves what ThunderClan is teaching their apprentices, does it not?"