November Gathering 2018

Minnowslip followed behind her leader cautiously, eyes warily watching the other clan cats, never letting her guard down even a fraction. Following her lead, Beepaw and Kitepaw stumbled behind the Senior Warrior, vigilant, though they didn't truly understand why they had to be vigilant.

(OOC: Both are open to talk to!)

Sagepaw bounded into the clearing with the rest of his Clan. It was his first Gathering! There were so many new sights and sounds and he tried his best to not bump into anyone else in his excitement. He stopped near some of his Clanmates, his eyes wandering to the ugly burn mark on the ground. He had heard stories about the battle that had transpired not long ago. To think that he was standing in the same spot...The apprentice took a seat, looking around at the gathering crowd with a wide smile.

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Myrtlepaw wandered into the clearing with the rest of her Clan, periodically watching Jaystar for instructions. It was her first Gathering and she wasn't entirely sure what went on during one. Jaystar left the group to join the other leaders and the young apprentice hung back around her other Clanmates, looking around at the other cats in the clearing. So many others to talk to.

Amberpaw didn't want to be back at Fourtrees. When they passed the bush where they had treated the injured, the she-cat looked away from the blood-stained ground and halphazardly disposed-of nests. Mintwhisker's thick fur brushed Amberpaw's sleek golden tabby coat, and the apprentice realized she was shivering. She hadn't even been attacked, yet being here brought up fear she didn't believe she had a right to. Still, Mintwhisker's presence brought the young medicine cat apprentice some reassurance, and so she followed her mentor to where the other medicine cats always gathered.

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Barleytuft tried his best to hide his misgivings about his best friend, Oakberry, traveling all the way to Fourtrees for the Gathering. After all, she had broken her shoulder not too long ago and been horribly starved and wounded after being catnapped by Twolegs. However, the sandy warrior wanted nothing more than to see his best friend happy, and so instead of arguing or disagreeing, Barleytuft simply offered his shoulder to lean on, his words to encourage. He stayed as close to Oakberry's side as he could to keep her steady for the journey.

As soon as they arrived in Fourtrees, Barleytuft went ahead to clear a path for Oakberry and to find them a nice, comfortable place to sit. He even found a slight dip in the ground with some moss which an elder had likely used in a previous visit, and he patted it eagerly for Oakberry to settle into. "Here, Oakberry, this spot should be comfortable for you," he said, his voice almost a purr and his eyes full of poorly veiled adoration because they have not yet admitted their feelings for each other oops.

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Lightstep entered the Gathering with RiverClan beside his apprentice, Myrtlepaw. "It can be a little bit overwhelming at first," the young white warrior had told her earlier in the night as they had prepared to leave camp, "but it is a wonderful opportunity to get to know allies and enemies alike, as it's a night of truce. If you get nervous you can stay by me, but there are lots of first-timer apprentices there." He had flicked his tail reassuringly against her ear and added, "You'll enjoy it. Just make sure to be respectful."

Now that they had arrived, Lightstep nudged her shoulder and mewed kindly, "Don't forget that I'm here if you need me. Make sure to pay attention when the leaders start speaking." With that, Lightstep settled in with their Clanmates, half watching his apprentice to see that she'd settle in well.

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Mottledspark strode in proudly beside RiverClan, feeling empowered by how much they dwarfed the other Clans. He had finally earned his warrior name, and he felt more powerful than ever.

Pricklepaw followed directly behind Leopardstar and Marshstorm, next to his sister Hailpaw, though neither of them spoke to each other. Dark thoughts churned in his mind. His first half moon as a medicine cat apprentice had not gotten any better from the first day. He kept mixing up herbs, couldn't deal with the constant whining of apprentices and warriors alike who had scratches or thorns or even bad wounds, and every time he saw Birdflight's empty eye socket, he shivered and had to look away. And Beartooth was a warrior now, because of course he was. Trying his best not to look at the spots of dried blood on the grass of the clearing, and the places where a cat's dead body had obviously been dragged away. His eyes were narrowed as he sat down with the other medicine cats, refusing to look at Mintwhisker, obviously not willing to converse with anyone.

Graybriar winced at the obvious remnants of the battle as she entered Fourtrees, sitting with her fellow WindClan cats and trying to ignore the obvious tension in the air. Even after dealing with Lichenmask, there were countless other issues on the table... the animosity between RiverClan and WindClan being one of the more obvious ones. Hopefully, her little Briarpaw would be safe as the medicine cat apprentice... and hopefully, her beloved Wolfkit would come back and Brindlestar would accept her.

Gingerstripe consciously avoided the dark red spots on the grass as he entered behind Jaystar, looking around for his mate and kits to see where they were. This was where his son Firepaw had died... barely a moon ago. Shaking that thought out of his head, he stayed securely in the middle of RiverClan, not really wanting to leave his new Clan. However, he couldn't stop himself from looking for ShadowClan and wondering where they were, wanting to talk to his brother again... and maybe his warrior daughter.

Snowblossom entered with RiverClan as well, staying as close to any and all of her family members as possible. After the giant battle that had caused the death of Flurryshine's apprentice and many others, she had no desire to really be here... yet, here she was. Fourtrees creeped her out, with all the burnt grasses and silhouettes where a dead body had obviously been. She felt like she was hiding inside the crowd of her Clanmates, but her fluffy white fur definitely stood out. Why had she come again?

OOC: All my cats except for Gingerstripe are open for conversation.

Hailsong entered the Gathering making sure she stayed next to Eaglepaw's side until they arrived. The experienced warrior settled down among her fellow clanmates and looked at the light-furred she-cat with a small smile. "Well, this is a Gathering, Eaglepaw, a place where cats of five cats gather and chat with no fight involved. Tonight is a night of peace and to know more beyond the limits of our camp. You may go and talk to other apprentices if you wish, just be sure to come back here when the Gathering ends."  She mewed, encouraging her young apprentice to have a little fun during this night.

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Berrypaw entered the gathering, bigger than the last time he was here. This was his last night as an apprentice yet he already had the size of a full-grown warrior, being even taller than most of his clanmates. The stocky tom walked with his clan and when they settled down, he didn't want to go and chat with other clans. It was not the same without Firepaw here... He wondered if he was looking them from the silverpelt. He lifted his head and looked at the sky, trying to spot in the stars a glimpse of his lost friend.

Swiftstep arrived to Fourtrees alongside Brindlestar. The brown tom-cat had slight frown on his muzzle. So much had happened here. He could tell by the tense nervousness emitting from the cats around him that many hadn't buried their disturbing memories from the battle that took place here not too long ago. The Windclanner took his place beside the other deputies. His mind was still active with troubling thoughts.

(OOC: Trash because i'm going to go cook~)

It seemed ShadowClan was the last to arrive at the gathering place for the five Clans. Scorchstar led his cats into Fourtrees, which was still burnt and scorched from the flames of the battle about a moon ago. So many bad memories...

He leaped up onto the Great Rock and offered all but Jaystar mere nods of greeting, the RiverClan leader getting a smile from the black tabby tom.

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Asterspark, Poppyheart, and Flurryshine are all here, too.

(OOC: I’ll edit this later, I’m in a rush. Asterspark, Poppyheart, and Flurryshine are all open for conversation.)

Rowantalon stumbled into the gathering, his cloudy hazel eyes wide as he looked around. "Ah, here we are..." He eased himself onto his haunches near the back of the crowd, blinking with faint bemusement as apprentices and warriors filed around him, laughing, running, and talking loudly.

OOC: all my cats are open for conversation!

Frogpaw sprang into the clearing of Fourtrees with her Clan, ShadowClan, disappointed to be the last to arrive but excited that it meant she could pick anyone to talk to. The gray she-cat scanned the other Clans with her sharp green eyes. She wanted to find other apprentices like her; maybe they had better mentors than she did. She spotted a very large RiverClan cat and looked past him, then glanced back. Was that tom an apprentice, or a warrior? He had sort of a round baby face, but he was huge! With that thought, Frog pranced over and mewed, "You must be the biggest cat in the forest! What's your name? I'm Frog!"

Redpaw walked into her first Gathering beside Poppyheart, eyes wide at the four enormous trees in the center of the clearing and the large crowd of cats. It was so big.... However, she immediately also noticed the tension between all of the leaders on the Great Rock, and the way that all the cats seemed to be avoiding certain spots of ground. Right- the battle had been here. She hadn't wanted her first Gathering to be like this... but then again, the collective anxiety and pressure was similar to the feelings around Poppyheart and Asterspark back in ShadowClan... ever since that patrol. And being here would likely be hard for both of them, as Sparkfeather had died last time anyone was here... Worried, she turned to the bright orange tom, concern in her dark green eyes. "Are you all right, Poppyheart?"

Stagpaw noticed another young cat that was close to his size. He was many moons younger, so of course he was smaller, but their body shape was alike. Heaving himself up, Stagpaw trotted slowly to the Riverclan apprentice (Berrypaw) and sat down a tail length away. "I'm Stagpaw of WindClan." He said shortly, glancing the apprentice's way so he could pick up on the fact that he was talking to him.

The large, warrior-sized apprentice blinked a bit surprised when a Shadowclan apprentice approached him. The smell was clearly from those marshy lands and it was clear she was younger than him. Berrypaw smiled at her, friendly. For a rogue kit like him, it was good to be recognized by something different than his origins. "Well, thank you for the compliment, Frog! I'm Berrypaw, from Riverclan. You're from... Shadowclan, right?" He purred, cheering up a little. Firepaw was gone and he was going to miss him dearly, but he was still alive to tell his story and many others'. He still had an own life to live, to make friends and to be someone important to others.

Before he could say something else, an apprentice from Windclan approached. He was rather big too but skinnier than him, who was stocky and with a lot of muscles since birth and thanks to his diet of fish. "Oh! Is good to meet you too, Stagpaw. I've never met a Windclan cat before." The tom settled down between both cats and smiled, his tail waving to one side.

Evidently disgruntled, her paws trudging grudgingly in with her Clan, Featherpaw spied the unsophisticated juveniles prancing around with blatant distaste. Fatigue was discernable in her lightly glazed gaze, but her furrowed expression exhibited that she did not desire to be seen, heard, touched or be talked to. All she wanted was isolation, and slithered to  the one location at Fourtrees that she had been able to sufficiently lurk in before.
Undisturbed and alone.
Hopefully some cat wouldn't be mindless enough to pester her.

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Stupid cats.
Stupid Clans.
Stupid Gathering.
The vexation that seared in her expression was one that had the ability to drive any potential disturbances away. Her acutely gashed muzzle was creased in undeniable disdain as she trotted to the outskirts of the assembling mob. Aspenpaw's chin was tilted in revulsion, and she simply radiated a sense of superiorness. The outline of her frame was highlighted by the luminous beams of films shafting throught the canopy of leaves she was sheltering under, casting and illuminating her sharp points and futher boosting her hostile demeanor. Loathing for the Clans throbbed heavily in her claws. She needed to slash someone's face off.
Nobody dare come near me.

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The scorched strands of coarse grass scratched at his pads malevolently. The charred earth felt packed beneath the pressure of all the cats stampeding over it. Hollowpaw warily proceeded to advance nearer to the Highrock, disregarding the other frenzied and undisciplined pelts weaving through the ceaseless web of cats. All his attention was directed towards the leaders, and the tom awaited any declarations with anticipation.

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Mosspaw bounded in with WindClan, once again saying hello to every cat she saw.

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Puddlepaw strutted into his first Gathering, his flamboyant strides specified and attention-seeking. His eyes scanned for a particularly exquisite RiverClan pelt.

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《ooc》woops i lost muse and time nearing the end. might edit later, sorry. ;u;
feel free to annoy feather and aspen, haha please do it i beg you
hollow and moss are open to conversation, especially moss, she really wants to make friends~
puddle has a plan to talk to someone, but all my other cats are open to conversation!~

Littlestream sat in the clearing by herself her blue gaze looking around quietly for a moment.

Blossompaw padded around the clearing taking in the sites of all the clan cats for a moment. She looked over to Mosspaw her denmate and clanmate and padded over"hey"She mewed.

Stormstrike nodded, tearing his brilliant yellow gaze away from the dry, cracked earth. "I'm just glad that it's over now. Lichenmask, Shade... both are gone forever." His voice was soft but certain. Neither cat would ever step foot in Riverclan territory again while he still had strength in his limbs.
"C'mon." He stepped past her, their pelts brushing. Let's not dwell on the war... He recalled dimly that Blossompaw had a sibling- brother? He wasn't sure, but he knew that the apprentice hadn't returned with the rest of the clan.
He turned to look back at Blossompaw, a small, almost shy smile crossing his face. "Let's find somewhere to sit."