March Gathering 2022

The black and white she-cat lowered her head to meet Newtspring's, winding around him in a half-circle as he yelped his surprise at her return. "You can't get rid of me that easily," she said, though her voice was, despite her attempt to keep cool, thick with emotion. "I'll tell you everything when we get-" the sentence died in her throat as a sudden darkness enveloped the clearing. Spottedfrog instinctively flattened to the ground, belly against the hard-packed snow, and tilted her head up to study the sky. Bright amber eyes widened in shock and fear and confusion as she watched the last sliver of moon disappear behind a thick, black barrier.

All around her was pandemonium as cats began to panic. Spottedfrog flicked her gaze to Newtspring, who had stumbled away from her in the bedlam, crying out in shock. And then... she heard her father's voice. The SkyClanner's head snapped up towards it, habit and instinct guiding her towards his call as he summoned SkyClan to his side. "Newt, this way!" she called to her brother, and she weaved her way through the frightened cats to stand at Bloodstar's shoulder, ever so briefly rubbing her cheek against his shoulder with a wordless purr. Her limbs trembled with nerves, and her claws extended into the snow beneath her paws, but Spottedfrog felt no fear as she stood abreast of her father, watching the chaos unfold... for Bloodstar was the most powerful cat in the forest, and SkyClan was ready for anything.

Beechfang's tail flicked in irritation as a Riverclanner approached, but before she could say anything, the Windclan leader had arrived and decided to start the gathering as quickly as she could. Rude of her, considering she was the last to arrive, but Beechfang fell quiet all the same. Not that she cared about whatever news they had, of course. And then before anyone else could speak, a violent gust of wind made her shiver and the sky darkened. Beechfang glanced up, ears flattening as the moon was covered. Starclan was angry at someone... Because of course they would be. Wasn't her fault this time. Startled gasps and yowls split the air, and Beechfang glanced at the apprentices she'd been talking to. "Go. Find your own clans. Stick with your mentors." She mewed briskly. She turned toward the great rock, where Bloodstar's voice caught her attention, and her claws dug into the ground at his words.

"What have I been telling you?" Beechfang sneered flippantly, though her fur bristled in alarm. Something was wrong. Very wrong. There had been no fighting at this gathering, and even when gatherings had been interrupted, the sky had never seemed quite so black as it was now. She turned, and her eyes landed on Orchidmask and Newtspring... And Pigeonsun? He'd returned! Beechfang quickly made her way towards her clanmates, noting how absolutely terrible of a state that Pigeonsun was in... Oh, Spottedfrog was with him. Lovely. She planned on ignoring her so-called half-sister as long as she could help it, but the safety of her other clanmates was more important. "You picked quite the time to show up." She commented dryly, "No, I don't know what's happening. I have a bad feeling, though."

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Mistyfalcon's fur lifted as the sky darkened, the dark tom's head snapping up to survey the gathered crowd. No signs of a fight... But something had angered the stars. Why else would the sky be dark and the moon covered? He picked out the forms of his clanmates in the darkness, and quickly made his way towards them. Nightstalker, Swiftheart and Loudnose, accounted for. Good. "It's always something. The last time the moon was covered, cats were fighting each other. Keep your guard up." Not that his kits needed the reminder... He hoped. His gaze swung towards the greatrock, searching for Murkystar's familiar pelt.

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Swiftspirit leaned into Bearspirit's embrace, only half paying attention to Goldenstar as she spoke. She shivered as the gust of wind made itself felt, a soft hiss escaping her. "There've been plenty of cross-clan relationships... I don't think it's us specifically. But something... I don't know. Something feels wrong." She was trying to keep her cool, though her gaze lifted and she pulled back, scanning the clearing uneasily. "I don't see any signs of a fight that broke out..." She caught sight of Shrikestorm, Ashfall and Goldenstar... Was Magpiesight here? Batsong... Where was Batsong? Swiftspirit's gaze found her, a small relief that did little to truly queel the sudden anxiety ruffling her fur.

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Windclan (she thought) finally showed up, the golden-furred leader leaping onto the rock and quickly starting the gathering. Ata's ears flattened at her words in dismay, but she carefully kept her facial expression from showing just how interested she was in their news. No sooner had the leader stepped back than the sky darkened. What was happening?

Atalante's fluffy fur bristled as Comfreypaw's terrified yowl broke out, and without a word she turned away from Tinypool with a startled mew of apology. She bounded over to Comfreypaw, her gaze quickly finding Daypaw and Darkpaw as well. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

As Goldenstar made her announcement, Mistysky's fur began to bristle. Yeah, sure, that is the only noteworthy topic. Don't need to give respect to the medicine cat we lost or anything, nope.

But before she could linger on it too long, everything grew dark, and Mistysky looked up, seeing a starless black void. Tears filled her eyes as she immediately assumed the worst. "The stars are gone? Does that mean StarClan....is dead? Berrypaw, Dreampaw, I will truly never see them again?" She completely forgot that she had been speaking to another cat, her claws digging into the ground as she glared through the darkness. "Was it not enough to take them from me once? Why are you doing this to us? Are you really going to leave us?!"

The molly sank down, sobbing, while cats around her searched for their families. Batsong. She needed to find her. So she stood on numb paws, beginning her search.

As the sky darkened, the already looming pit of separation within Mottlerose's stomach only grew. Her panicked amber gaze searched desperately in the dark forest for Minnowfin, attempting to make out his silhouette amongst the rest of the deputies. It seemed the whole forest erupted into some type of disarray, and understandably so. She had heard whispers of gatherings where StarClan covered the moon, yet the stars had always remained. The pitch black of the night was terrifying. Her frame shook, the tortoiseshell ears pinning to the back of her head as she cried out. "Minnowfin!" Desperation was in her tone. She would ensure the Clan was safe.... after she knew that Minnowfin was.

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Myrtlepaw had been rather stationary, surprised when another cat had approached him - only for the forest to plunge into darkness. His gaze snapped in the direction he had believed Bloodstar to be in, only to hear his fury. Could I somehow have caused this as a bad warrior? Are others here bad? Doubt swirreled in his young mind, and uncertainty carried his paws towards the leader. He had no idea what to do - it was his first gathering, and it was plunged in darkness.

Countless voices, sharpened with the elusive guise of fright cultivated under the sour tongue of rage, rose to a fervent, frenzied pitch. Insults and condescension, left to drift by their lonesome upon the stilted chill of the late hour, gouged cruel wounds upon the wan sky; fiery remnants of outrage and dismay scorching through the tightened throats of onlookers at Goldenstar's plaintive recapping of their evidently poor encounter. Harrowed features drenched in an unfamiliar expression that was both prognostic and awashed with the rife remnants of a faraway grimace, Jaystar held little outward reaction to such a revelation- even as the world seemed to die with little more than the haggard hissing of a frigid gale.

The pallid, warred upon surface of the glutenous moon wept viscous tears; light, once heady and brilliant with curling tendrils of a blinding, bleaching white gleam, fell away to something red and infernal. Drenching the terse forest, as well as all those who dwelled within its barren depths, a strange, ruddy off-red hue.

The squalling crested in a newfound frenzy, the likes of which Jaystar had never encountered before, as ravenous darkness descended upon the panicked clearing with a speed unseen to those who had the misfortune of a poorly-timed singular blink. Even the great calamitous uproar of shock and rage, which had resonated deep within the tremulous roots of the old forest, that Asylum had bestowed upon them during the initial strike felt minimal by comparison. Head abruptly lolling backwards as though his musculature suddenly lacked the capability to support his own weight, a brightly reflective gaze was redirected towards the shaded moon- the fine furrows of his brow further strained under the unusual display of physical worry dredging deep into his usual impassiveness. The chill was familiar. Without awareness to such fine motor movements, one of Jaystar's forepaws stiffly broke free from its stone-splintering grasp upon the ancient rutting of the Great Rock, instead rising slightly into the abysmal darkness of the devolving Gathering as Bloodstar made to wail at the stars lost above.

As though he made to touch the muddied light weeping from high above, as though it was a tangible concept free to hold.

"Wailing at the sky as though you're some vexed yearling who was made to receive their first scolding in the company of onlookers," life abruptly reemerged within the knotting expanse of Jaystar's twisting circulatory system after a heartbeat or so of being made to listen to Bloodstar before his evident depature, raised forepaw dropping to a firm planting as the unkempt mane of his dark coat rose further into a prickling crown of alertness, "yet we all sit here with the wondering of why we've evidently been marked for silence." But then again, this would be only the most recent slight in a long list of mishaps directly traced back to SkyClan.

Sootpaw looked up as Goldenstar started to speak of an attack that had happened to their camp, sounding rather cocky in his opinion. He knew better though, you should never, ever underestimate your foes. That was one thing he always kept a strong hold of, he was a more aloof cat but even he was aware of his limits.

Before anything else happened though, the odd-eyed apprentice felt a smothering sense of doom. Fur bristling, eyes wide at the sudden feeling of unease, he looked to the sky just in time to see the moon turn red, and then darkness covered all. Tail bushed up to twice its size, he looked around wildly, letting his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness. A sick feeling filled his stomach as his heart thudded against his ribcage like a frightened hare. Shivering, he hissed lowly, all his senses high-strung, alert. No, no, Starclan had abandoned them, and something was terribly, terribly wrong. He could smell, hear sense that this night... would it be his last?

No, that couldn't be, he was just getting worked up right? Standing, crouched in terror, he took a few steps back seeing the eyes of the hundreds of cats around him glint in the dark, like frantic phantoms as yowls of fear and shouts of distress began to arise, uncontrolled.

Ears pinned, he looked to the forest, the suffocating feeling curling through his throat, blocking his ability to speak.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. This was all wrong. Where was his mentor? Was she ok? No... no, she would be fine.

His instinct screamed, though, that he wouldn’t be.



Sootpaw is now closed to any non-essential interactions.

You could have convinced me otherwise. He thought silently, biting back the bitter words. In the moment, Stoatstar considered what it would be like to have a Thunderclan turn rogue and terrorize the clans and it gave him no more sympathy for the Skyclan leader. Bloodstar had shown sympathy at the loss of Minkstar, and other fleeting seconds of a softened heart, but perhaps this battle-hardened tom had taught a thing or two to his murderous son. The young leader had never heard the entire story before and was certain tragedy had struck Skyclan as well. But they had allowed it to become the forest's problem, and regardless the circumstances, that was unforgivable. Perhaps Skyclan warriors weren't as well-trained as they pretended to be.

Thoughts flitted through his mind as Bloodstar stared at him. Stoatstar stared back evenly, flicking on ear in the slightest recognition. After several long heartbeats, he simply smiled a pleasant smile and twitched his whiskers before turning away. Windclan had joined them and their leader had more to share it seemed. At Bloodstar's response, the brown and white tom had to choke back sarcastic laughter. As if it somehow made it better to for the suffering to impact others. No, it did nothing to minimize what had happened, what Skyclan allowed to happen. Then, Goldenstar did not waste time jumping into her announcement. So, Dawnhawk's terror was expanding daily? He cared little for what happened to other clans but it was the principle of the whole ordeal.

At least Windclan was able to drive him off. Maybe now there would finally be something done. He had no desire to send his warriors to sacrifice themselves for something Bloodstar should have done moons ago. However, Stoatstar had no qualms in going after the loner himself. The idea of sinking his claws into the beast that had hurt Thurshnose was all too satisfying... his sight cut out. Stoatstar had been staring at the grey stone when he realized that his vision had become obscured. Wails went up around the clearing. Panic instantly seemed to fill the hearts of those gathered. He felt strangely calm, more curious than anything. Instantly cats jumped to Starclan. A low huff left his maw - the forest gave them all too much credit. No matter how real the ancestors were.

Bloodstar had yowled a call to his clan first. Perhaps it was a more becoming of a leader to provide guidance in this panic but he trusted his clan to lean on each other. Besides, what good would cursing the stars do? Admittedly, he had to restrain a snicker as Jaystar spoke. For being the vicious enemy that had left a bite mark on his maw, it was odd how much their viewpoints aligned. It was then he meowed his own remark, "I highly doubt the ancestors have blessed a cat so freely violating the code. Unless we happened to meet a different Starclan, Bloodstar? Jaystar is right. Perhaps its better to figure this out than walling up inside camp without answers."

Another smile broke over his face. “That’s good to hear.” Though he and Ivycreek were acquaintances at best, any cat that mattered so much to his former apprentice mattered to him at least a little bit. As he’d thought, the whispers were right. There would be kits, and soon. Though not too soon; they’d be better off in the bright season, when prey was plentiful and essential herbs flowered by the pawful. “I hope so, too,” Emberleap said, then took a stab at lightheartedness. “Well, if they do try to show up early, I bet they’ll get one look at this weather and decide to wait until it warms up.”

The WindClan leader’s call rang out over the clearing. She listed her Clan’s deceased, then launched into a report about a rogue attack—a very familiar-sounding rogue attack. Keeping one ear tuned to the proceedings (nothing he didn’t already know, save for the trail Goldenstar mentioned), Emberleap dropped to a tentative whisper. “About that visit…” The idea sounded as odd in his voice as it had when Duskflight suggested it. “Maybe after the kits arrive? I can’t imagine Ivycreek would—”

Before Emberleap could finish rambling, a roar swept through the clearing and took every star in the sky with it. What felt like every head in Fourtrees turned upward. Chaos broke out. On the opposite side of the clearing, an apprentice let out a shriek. Bloodstar yowled furiously at the sky. Cats called out to their allies and loved ones from every direction; soon their voices were lost in the shuffle of many bodies moving at once. A spray of fresh snow stung his pelt. Someone stomped on his tail. Emberleap remained stock-still throughout, barely breathing. If he strained his ears, he could hear Mistyfalcon’s steady voice in the darkness, see Murkystar’s sharp silhouette atop the Great Rock when he squinted—and Duskflight, of course, was already beside him. They were safe. Obviously, he told himself several moments too late.

He was trembling. Less so as his eyes adjusted and the forms around him sharpened into a grayscale version of Fourtrees, but enough to be ashamed of it. So the sky had gone dark, fine, it had happened before. Storm clouds didn’t part for the moon and stars. But this looked different, felt different, and there was no reasoning the fear out of his gut when wiser cats worried around him. With an unsteady huff through his nose, Emberleap rose to his feet. “We should—we should find the others.” Even so, he didn’t move beyond shifting to bump his shoulder to Duskflight’s. Strength in numbers.

As quick as the gathering had begun it was soon interrupted, a freezing wind dragging with it heavy cloud cover, blocking out the moon and casting an eery coloured shadow over the age-old clearing. Initially, his first thought was one of panic, before he looked toward the stone in the middle where the five leaders stood, and saw Stoatstar and his mentor's indifference to the situation. Aspenblaze swallowed the rightful anxiety and instead focused on other thoughts, thinking of how this was so conveniently timed before Jaystar could announce his new name. Typical, the new warrior thought with an ill-tempered snort, peering around to locate the RiverClan apprentices he had been keeping an eye on before. He breathed a sigh of relief as they seemed to find their way to other cats, slowly stalking through the clearing to come closer to the stone, eyes firmly trained on Jaystar and awaiting his command.

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The concept of a gathering had been intensely interesting to the former rogue, as she honestly had yet to fathom how many cats would attend such a thing, with such varying beliefs, and not break out into fighting every time. And honestly, in the back of her mind, locked away so deep she would struggle to even admit it to Achelois, the calico wanted quite desperately to experience the clan life. Not because she disliked her life before, but because it had such strong intrigue and pull, and if anything went sour here she could run back to her father.

Leading to where she found herself now, trailing along with ThunderClan, a mildly difficult walk with the onslaught of snow and other unfavourable weather conditions. The initial reaction shared by the molly was one of awe, slight disbelief at how big the oaks were, and how many cats resided in the other clans. She had been noticeably worried about ShadowClan, but Atalante- No, Featherpaw, sauntering in had reassured her that the truce really would withstand, even if she still felt like an outsider. The apprentice had sat quietly as everything began, listening as a leader gave the report for... She honestly had no idea what clan she was from.

Then she said it. Her father, and members from their group had attacked their campsite. The mention of a lack of loyalty made her hackles raise, but Achlys knew now was not the time or place to get defensive over her father, not after the conversation with Stoatstar. She took in a deep breath, listening to the murmurs, before the world suddenly went black around them. Noise exploded from the clearing, terrified voices ringing clear, but she didn't move. There was nothing to fear to her, as she lacked the core knowledge of what a darkened sky meant, not a star to be seen above. A molly nearby wailed about never seeing two names again, and she fought off an eye-roll at the dramatics playing out around her.

She instead began to groom herself, tail curled neatly around her paws, waiting for any instruction on what the next move was.

Aspenblaze and Achlys/Thistlepaw are both approachable, if anyone else is unbothered

An odd form, draped in a skin that wasn’t her own, lingered among the gathered RiverClan cats. The limp ears of a long-dead hare dropped beside her head, swinging every which way as Harebounce scanned the crowd. She hadn’t wanted to come back to this place, but… sooner or later, she had to. At least this time the promise of peace kept the memory of blood scent at bay. There was little sign of the battle that took place here two seasons ago, where she’d watched so many of her old comrades either ripped to shreds or turn against those she’d known since they were all kits. Here and now, the snow lay trampled, but bloodless.

Despite her wishes, tonight would not be the night she thought it would. Without the gift of foresight, the young RiverClan warrior sought the pelts she once knew in this growing crowd - trying her best to ignore the wary stares she garnered from cats of other clans due to her get-up. Finally, a familiar face came into sight, and without much thought (though she rarely had any to begin with) Harebounce tried pushing her way through the crowd, feeling a little clumsier on her paws than usual. Though he wasn’t wearing his pelt, she was absolutely sure that the cat she saw was Pyrik. Once she’d reached him, the scent of ShadowClan filled her nose, but she pressed on.

“Pyrik!” She felt a little out of breath, her nose and throat burning in the chilly air. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you; it’s been moons! How have you been doing? Are you alright?” He had new scars, some rather fresh, but he didn’t appear much changed at all. In that moment she noticed a Clanmate beside him and gave a little friendly wave with her fluffy tortoiseshell tail before touching it to the calico tom’s shoulders. However, the reunion was cut short all too quickly.

The moon, no, the entire night sky turned dark. Chaos ensued. Her training came first in a sudden wave: to remain calm, even in dire circumstances. The idea of StarClan being dead did not immediately occur to her. For once, her face betrayed none of her shock nor her fear. In fact, it lay eerily devoid of emotion. Asylum had not left her. She shifted her weight onto her back paws and carefully raised up to look above the panicked cats around her, drained of color as they were. She couldn’t see anything strange yet. Stranger than the moon going out, that is. Her back gave a painful twinge, and she came back down, beginning to look uneasily at her former comrade. Though she felt odd. Should she not be just as afraid as the rest of them? As afraid as Pyrik? She could see his face still, despite the dim moonlight, and feel his shaking through her tail. Perhaps it was that she never knew what was going on anyways.

Swanmist was trying to look for Mintpool, but no familiar grey pelt was seen through the moving crowds. "We'll look for her when it set-"

She was cut off suddenly.

Why was it dark?

She glanced up at the sky. The moon had dimmed. The stars in the sky were no longer shining down, watching them. It was quiet, for her, at least. But then the noise started fading back, so much noise. Her ears hurt extremely painfully. She pressed them back. "It's so loud." She mumbled. But nobody would be able to hear her over the panicked yells. "It's so loud..." Her pupils flicked between the sources of the noises, but she didn't move. She couldn't hear them clearly. They sounded muffled.

And her ears really hurt.

Her breaths started to quicken. "Stay with me, stay with mama, I'll keep you safe." She wasn't thinking right, thoughts mixing, swirling in her brain. "Come closer to me... Please." She glanced over the shapes, they all looked the same now, that she thought were Pebblepaw and Flurrypaw. But she heard something, and her ears flicked up. Mintpool. Her thoughts stopped for a moment. She could hear her daughter's voice. She was nearby, somewhere.

Something, adrenaline, maybe, ran through her paws, up to her head. Without thinking, her mind an endless void, she did something she never thought she'd do.

"MINTPOOL!"

She yowled. Her voice as loud as she could get it without hurting, which... Turned out to be pretty loud, actually. Where is she? Where is she? I need her here.

Swanmist is yelling.

Marshmallow's ears were pointed straight at Scorchtalon. She was listening to his voice, but she could still hear Not-Marshmallow. Something's wrong. Wait what? Then... with an overwhelming sense of panic, she felt it.

Maybe the others would've too, felt the sense of pure dread, but they were caught up in conversations to feel something, deep in their instincts. She glanced up at the highrock. But it was... dimming? Dimming quickly, so fast so that she couldn't see it anymore. Scorchtalon suddenly stopped speaking. Panicked voices starting erupting all around her. She squinted at the fluffy ginger tom, but he wasn't really ginger anymore, he just looked the same as the other panicked cats. "Stay." She mumbled, using her real voice. "Stay with me."

She felt rather calm, but this was a perfect moment for any cats to attack, so she best stay with someone (who was actually a real cat and not a figment of her imagination) until this was over.

Marshmallow is with Scorchtalon

Too lazy to write for speckle but he's probably still crying over falling over instead of noticing the darkness

Murkystar forced her gaze away from the pale pelt that had held her attention as Goldenstar spoke, having clearly been preoccupied before gathering what Goldenstar had said. She nodded once, flicking a tail towards Stoatstar and lifting her voice slightly. "Understood. Although I feel Stoatstar should also be present, given his harboring of one of the cats that attacked ShadowClan." She mewed, attempting to find the pale pelt again. Goldenstar stepped forward and began to give her announcements, and Murkystar's tail flicked. So similar cats made up the patrol that had attacked WindClan. Before she could move to give her own announcements, the forest seemed to shift, and instinctively her claws extended, scratching against the hard surface of the stone under her. Her pelt stood on end as darkness enveloped the clearing. Concerned mews and calls for loved ones rose up around her, and Bloodstar's voice echoed across the clearing. Stoatstar and Jaystar spoke up first, and she hoped that was enough to quell Bloodstar for the moment as she lifted her voice to the clan. "ShadowClan! Stay where you are and don't move. It's far too dark to see anything, just stay calm and wait. Clearly, our attention is needed, and then we can proceed." She worked hard to quiet the fear in her heart, thinking of her kits below, and the rest of the clan at camp. If the moon was covered, surely they were experiencing the same.. Her jaw clenched at the thought. Perhaps a discussion would have to wait a little longer.

The announcement of the rogue attack was something Smallbean expected this gathering. What he didn't expect, however, was the disappearance of the moon. Shrieks rang out across the clearing, sending a shiver up the small tom's spine. His eyes widened. If there's one thing he wanted to avoid, it was Starclan's wrath. The clans, now shrouded in darkness, shifted into panic and chaos. Cats weaved this way and that, running off to find their kin. Smallbean stood in the middle of it all, trembling where he stood. This wasn't the first time he witnessed Starclan taking action during a gathering. But why? He looked in the direction of the leaders. He heard them calling out, but could only see their silhouettes. He looked to Goldenstar with pleading eyes as if she could see him, hoping she would give direction.

Snowpaw heard Murkystar’s order to stay put, but she had already tried to hide in Frostgaze’s pelt, all decorum and formality forgotten. At least she already had no intention of moving from here.

Snowpaw is still with the deputies.

For a while, Hollyleaf found herself puzzled why the apprentice wasn't replying. Had she said something wrong? Or perhaps, he preferred silence more? Though it was until everything went black. The moonlight dimmed and faded, leaving a single yowl of an unfamiliar cat spread to everyone else around. Murmurs went on everywhere, and even the fear in her was provoked as cats panicked and yelled. She could still sense Pinepaw and Beaverpaw nearby, though.

"Hollyleaf, what's going on?"

She flattened her ears, attempting to make out the leaders' voices, especially Jaystar's amongst the rowdy crowd of cats. With a glance, she looked up, then back to Beaverpaw. "Someone, or something has made StarClan upset. Whatever it is, I believe it's gravely deep. Until things quiet down, stay close to me, Beaverpaw, Pinepaw." She spoke firmly, rising to her paws. She'd gently flick her tail, making sure that the two apprentices were beside her. Hollyleaf resisted the urge to head into the crowd and to find her mother— though she doubted that'd work. It'd only make it more chaotic instead. She'd also heard Mintpaw— Mint..pool. Mintpool, was that her new warrior name now? She'd heard her shout, though once again, she remained with the apprentices.

Hollyleaf is with Pinepaw and Beaverpaw!

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Duskflight nodded along with Emberleap, chuckling again at some point. Though, he was caught off guard when the moon started to fade away. The sky was left pitch-black, and he felt the panic rising in him as voices echoed out and called for each other. "I agree," Duskflight briefly replied, emerald eyes scanning amongst the crowd for his friends and even his daughter. Were they alright? It was then another cat— a tortoiseshell arrived, calling someone as.. Pyrik? He glanced aside. Was that a previous name his mentor used? Duskflight exchanged a brief smile, nodding back to the unfamiliar cat.

The anxiety in him only grew by the moment as more yowls arose. He felt as if Emberleap had known of the cat beside them for a long time, even if he couldn't tell who that was. Even though Emberleap's company kept him less stressed, he couldn't help but attempt to look for others. "Ratrunner! Loudnose! Deerleap!" He called out, though was interrupted by Murkystar's announcement. The tom took in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. "Murkystar's right, we.. We should stay put. Try to calm ourselves." The dark-furred tom continued, though even he was struggling to do so himself.

Duskflight is with Emberleap and Harebounce, but is attempting to call for Loudnose, Ratrunner, and Deerleap!