July Gathering 2022

Swiftheart walked by the twoleg place the night of the gathering early on. She wanted to see if that curious kittypet was still around and if they might want to join them. She waited near their fence to see if this was something they still wanted to see and would show them the way to it if wanted

Swiftheart is waiting for cheddar and will go to the gathering (maybe) with them


Batsong entered with her clan staying near the outskirts of the large gathering. She was shy and didnt particularly enjoy gatherings at all. She did keep an eye out for other med cats that maybe she could talk to but beyond that was content just chilling with her clan

Batsong is open to talk but is shy for new people


Daisypaw entered excited to see her surroundings and all the cats here. She activly looked for apprentices from other clans to talk with

Daisypaw is looking for other apprentices to talk with activly

Shadepaw at this time is home sick and his sickness is worsening so he will not be attending this

(OOC: Rushed post sorry XD)

The way she felt internally was not hard to observe externally; her movements both stiff and frantic, eyes a little too wide, her fur ever so slightly on end. The events of the attack played on repeat in her mind, green eyes peering at the tom and far beyond. But as if the stars above took pity on the molly, Thistlemask was greeted with friendliness she felt she was far from deserving, and was aware of two possibilities stretching out before her. Either he knew of what she partook in against his clan, was planning how he would best tear her throat out but was playing nice, or... Maybe he doesn't recognise you. The thought circled her mind like a buzzard above a kit, and she hesitantly decided to roll with it, figuring that if he was planning the former, playing nice back couldn't do any extra damage.

Thistlemask shook out her fur like she had been for a dip in RiverClan's streams, before settling down and smiling a little . "Sorry- I've um, never really spoken to anyone outside of ThunderClan. I also haven't been to a gathering in moons, so it's definitely a bit... odd. Especially after hearing about last month's gathering." Once the molly got going, she settled into the half-truths she fed the tom, visibly relaxing and accepting that if he did know, there wasn't much that could be done now.

"My name's Thistlemask. It's nice to meet you, Duskflight." Oddly enough, despite the lingering tensions in her chest, she did mean it-- after all, partaking in gathering customs fit in perfectly with what she envisioned true clan cats did.

If a cat was going to approach, Brackenwing was glad that it was one of her clanmates. She returned Whisperear's smile easily, "Hey," She greeted, "Of course not." Whisperear had always been a quiet sort, and Brackenwing didn't mind that in the slightest. She did mind that it was the full moon, and that fourtrees was growing more crowded by the minute, but hopefully the gathering would end without drama tonight.

Brackenwing is talking to Whisperpaw.
Wolfblossom is open to talk but won't be happy about Riverclanners.
Harechaser is open to talk.
Mistyfalcon is not attending.
Beechfang is exiled.

Having met up with Swiftheart at his people's home, Cheddar happily followed the she-cat to this gathering thing, his excitement growing more and more with every step.

Arriving at the place that Swiftheart had led him to, he couldn’t believe it… his first ever gathering! Trotting alongside Swiftheart with his head and tail held up happily, the well groomed, fluffy cross-eyed kittypet glanced around the area in awe, the little bell on his collar jingling with every motion. So this was why she’d called it Four Trees, what a spectacular place! Cats from what he assumed were different clans flooded into the clearing and he almost couldn’t wrap his head around the amount that was here. Where he’d come from there had been a large group of them that lived together on a regular basis before being taken away by humans to their forever homes, but it was never at such a multitude as this was. Glancing around, he also noticed how raggedy most of them looked. Scars lined their pelts, chunks of ears missing, tail fur all in a tangle… these wild cats must really have it rough out here, especially with no humans to help groom their pelts.

"I never knew so many cats could live in one place, this is amazing!" he mewed happily to Swiftheart. "So, where are all of the shadow cats? I want to meet them!" the fluffy tom exclaimed as he dug his blue, cap-covered claws into the soft ground in excitement.

Where were his manners?? "O-Oh, yeah! I'm Smallbean.... sorry." Stars, and he thought he was getting better at conversation. It was almost like Nightstriker's gaze had grown even more intense, because now he felt even more uncomfortable. All he could do was squirm under his stare and worry about the period of awkwardness that would follow their interaction- at least on his end.

Thankfully, he was saved by the arrival of who he assumed to be Thunderclan's deputy, and after, Poppyshine. "Hi, Poppyshine! It's so good to see you!" He quickly returned her cheerful greeting, relieved that she had come to rescue him from his failure of an introduction to Nightstalker. He would try to move on from it as quickly as he could. "How have you been the last moon? I see you're expecting?" Smallbean observed her large belly- a noticeable change since the last gathering.

Opening his mouth, he turned to Mottlerose, but ended up resisting the urge to introduce himself in fear that it would end up like his introduction to Nightstalker. He figured he'd let her introduce herself first.

Fawnshine had left them, and Dovesight bid her farewell with a dip of her head. The molly seemed pleasant enough, and it was nice to have some encouragement from someone who had been in the role longer than her.

Eggpaw, however, seemed to have more faith in Dovesight than was deserved. She wanted to know about the birth? Dovesight had basically floundered about like a fish out of water! Far from being as impressive as Eggpaw seemed to believe. And she couldn't even say it went well, seeing as Maplespring still hadn't recovered. That was a worrisome thought.

"Um, I honestly didn't do much. Poppyshine, our deputy, apparently helped out with births a lot? So she did most of the work. Um, I did end up giving the queen a strengthening herb, though. The kind you have in your traveling bundles. Um, maybe you can actually help me? Because I don't think that worked. I am actually worried. She should have recovered by now. But she is still so exhausted. She named one of her own kits Sleepykit, for StarClan's sake! I don't know how to help her! She has no energy left, she hasn't since she has given birth! I don't even know what is wrong to be able to help her. I just know it is bad."

There was a bit of panic in Dovesight's voice, and she looked to her companion almost pleadingly. Eggpaw at least had some training. Maybe she could help Dovesight figure out what this was.

Maybe Maplespring could be saved.

Dovesight is speaking to Eggpaw, looking for help in caring for a Clanmate.

Fuzzybelly walked into the clearing, spotting two medicine cat apprentices by the base of the tree. He had met Eggpaw before, but was unaware of her friend that she was talking to.

“Hullo, he rumbled. “I’m Fuzzybelly, I’m the medicine cat of ShadowClan. Who’re you?”

Fuzzybelly introduced himself and is asking a question to Dovesight!

Rainpaw’s head spun with the cacophony of smells around him. What would happen? There were too many people here. His vision narrowed, feeling overwhelmed in the chaos. The silver tom felt like he stuck his whole head in the river. Woozy, off balance, muffled noises around him with no relent…

He spotted his brother Hawkpaw, and went to join him. “H-hey, can I stick by you?”

Rainpaw of RiverClan is with his brother and is open to talk to!

Frostpaw stretched her legs. This meeting would take all night, she was sure of it. So much had changed in SkyClan in such a short time. But what would Briarthorn tell the Clans?

She frowned, thinking of those in exile. Perhaps it was foolish of her to expect Crimsonflame back, and it was an even stupider idea to hope that Beechfang’s kits could still see her sometimes. She didn’t agree with Beechfang, and her father Bloodstar was several birds short of a fresh kill pile, but a small part of her hoped that the resolution could have been more peaceful than the leader banning their own grandson.

She looked up at the moon for answers.

Frostpaw of SkyClan is open to talk to!

Mintheart of WindClan is in the elder’s den!

And yet another voice had joined them. She recognized Fuzzybelly from the last gathering, being one of the cats to help that SkyClan queen, and it made sense that he was a medicine cat. Of ShadowClan, it seemed.

"Um, hi. I'm Dovesight, RiverClan's new medicine cat, er, sort of I guess. Um, in training. I'm the cat supposed to take Cloverheart's place, not sure if I can call myself a medicine cat. Ah, I am.....just going to stop talking now."

There was a silent plea as Dovesight turned towards where the leaders sat, begging for the gathering to start. The more she sat here, the more awkward it got. It was easier with her own Clan, they already knew everything, and she didn't have to explain how she was failing to them. But not only were these cats ones that knew just what they were doing in the job they held, but if Eggpaw was any indicator, they expected her to know what she was doing too. And she didn't. She was at a complete and utter loss.

She just wanted to go home, now.

Dovesight is talking to Eggpaw and Fuzzybelly, and silently begging for the gathering to start.

Strangely, she didn't mind coming to Fourtrees as she had before. It was still.. a bit, nerve-wracking, of course- the scents of the other Clans were as strong as ever. Though, this time, it seemed they almost.. melded, with ThunderClan's smell, rather than replace it. Eventually Foxpaw found herself split from the familiar pelts of ThunderClan cats. Her paws didn't spring into panic; in fact, it was almost as though she was simply padding through camp. Foxpaw couldn't help but give a small smile, remembering Mottlerose's encouragement from last moon's Gathering.. It would be fine.

After a few moments of aimless wandering through the clearing, she finally found a quiet spot- though a silver tabby was already there; oddly enough, staring at the moon. If she remembered the scent of the border correctly, then the other apprentice was from SkyClan. Foxpaw winced; it was hard not to remember what had happened at the Gathering with the tree-climber's clan.. Not to mention StarClan's response to the issue. She tried to shake off the thought, it wasn't the silver tabby's fault for what her clanmate had done. "Hello," she meowed, giving a small nod in greeting as she reached the other tabby. "Mind if I join you?"

Foxpaw is talking with Frostpaw.

Lichenpaw was nothing short of excited as he padded into Fourtrees; smiling as he noticed the smells of the other clans almost right away. Immediately he pulled ahead, searching the clearing for any cat to talk with. Most were already pre-occupied with their own conversations, or others more concentrated on being left alone. Eventually, though, he noticed another cat by themselves, seemingly not too busy with anything. "Hi, there!" Lichenpaw chirped, practically dashing to the black-and-white apprentice. "I'm Lichenpaw! Are you an apprentice too? Oh, you can probably tell, but I'm from SkyClan! Where're you from?" the fluffy-tom spilled out his questions, hardly able to stay in place as he talked. He had almost forgotten how cool it was, just getting to talk to cats outside his Clan!

Lichenpaw is talking with Grebepaw.

Coyotegrin stuck close to Hawkheart's side. She too, was feeling uneasy with leaving the kits behind. She watched the Gathering with careful eyes, watching for any signs of trouble.

Frostednight sulked in the back of the crowd, her new name silent on her lips. Until she spotted Iceheart, also sulking. Heaving her large frame up, she lumbered over to Iceheart and sat next to her in silence. Not too close, but what Frostednight would consider a "friendship distance".

Frostednight is silently sitting next to Iceheart.