October Gathering 2022

Nightstar felt uneasy, as he lead Shadowclan into the clearing. This would officially declare to all the clans that he was Shadowclans new leader, and that Froststar was truly gone. All the pressure would be on him to perform well at every gathering, sitting amongst cats where the leaders would be considering every word he had to say, and observing for any weakness that he may have. Nonetheless, Nightstar made sure that his uneasiness was not displayed in any manner, tall and regal as he always was, with fresh wounds across his face and leg.

Crossing the clearing, Nightstar padded towards the Great Rock, where he jumped up and climbed until he sat on the flat surface on top. His leg was screaming at him, but he did everything he could to hide the grimace and the pain that was clouding his eyes until the pain dulled into a painful throb, but exponentially more manageable

Shadowclan may now enter the gathering

Perchstar led RiverClan into the Gathering. The cool evening breeze was another reminder that leaf-fall had begun, and the lush but predator-laden days of greenleaf were behind them now. Very little dread accompanied her this evening, compared to most Gatherings. Nothing terrible had happened this moon on her end. There was nothing that she would need to demand from the other leaders. No required accommodations, no accusations. She would simply listen to the others and give the most cursory of announcements... then go home. Gracefully, the leader leapt onto the Great Rock, noting that only one other cat was here. Nightstalker... no, more likely Nightstar now. Froststar's death had been unfortunate, but she had known little about the tom, and even less about his deputy. They didn't share a border, so their interactions had been sparse at best. Still, she gave a polite nod to the scraggly black tom on the rock before allowing her gaze to wander back down to her Clanmates in the clearing.

RiverClan may now enter the Gathering.

Mottlestar found her heart rather heavy as she led Thunderclan into the clearing. It was only at the last gathering that she had been promising that Minnowstar - now Minnowfin - would return to full health and be there to once again lead. Seeing her at the helm would be the definite sign of how the events had unfolded. Her gaze rested upon Nightstar first, giving him a nod before she even had reached the Great Rock, followed by Perchstar. The small tortoiseshell had no problem leaping up there, and it was truly hard to deny the heaviness that seemed to sit on her shoulders because of it all.

Still, she dipped her head in greeting to the other two. It still remained rather amusing to her that both Shadowclan's new leader and Thunderclan's had happened to receive their nine lives on the same evening. She was the first to know of the news of getting his lives outside of his Clan, and it wans't like she went off telling every cat about it. Mottlestar held her tongue in regards to discussion - it would be easy to announce it all once it was time for such an occasion.

Thunderclan may enter the gathering!

Snowfoot entered the clearing, her apprentice at her side. She was desperately hoping this Gathering would be an uneventful one. The last couple, after all, had kinda been a mess. Snowfoot paused and turned to Burnpaw. “All right, this is the Gathering! Feel free to mingle, meet apprentices from other clans, just maybe don’t reveal… anything too important or sensitive about the clan. Leave those things for Nightstar. I’ll be right over there if you need me,” she mewed to her son, motioning to a quiet spot with her tail. With that, the she-cat walked over and sat down, glad that no eyes were on her. The last thing she wanted tonight was to attract attention.

Snowfoot is not open for conversation unless you’re Mems with Clouddream. (preplanned)
Blazefang isn’t here yet.
Lightpaw is here and I will post with her soon.

Thistlemask padded behind her leader with her head slightly bent, paws dragging just a little bit if one was to stare too closely, tail-tip twitching nervously as they had approached Fourtrees. There had been an immense amount of change across the entire forest the past few moons, she was no fool to that. What was still beyond surprising to her was the title she bore as the clan's deputy, as Mottlestar's second in command. A position she would have happily filled regardless of official role, especially considering how nerve wracking the position of deputy was. It had been incredibly hard to adjust to having authority over others where just a few moons ago she was worried about being banished, and the adjustment period had only been made worse when her best friend announced his departure from the clan - to her - so he could be with some RiverClan molly. It had broken her heart ever so slightly in a way she couldn't have ever anticipated, but Thistlemask had simply filed it away into where she held other painful life events and kept moving on. As they arrived, she quite stiffly followed Mottlestar to the stone, taking a seat where she had observed deputies sitting in previous moons. She appeared as friendly as possible, but was internally incredibly nervous.

Thistlemask is open to talk to the other deputies! (be nice to her it's her first time)
(others incoming eventually)

It was good to be coming to the gathering with the rest of her clan and not just a handful of cats mixed in with Thunderclan's contingent. It was good to be going to fourtrees from their own territory. It was good to show the other clans that Shadowclan was recovering - had recovered, as far as any of them needed to know. Harechaser followed Nightstar with a sense of pride, for the moment sticking close to her clanmates as her brother headed for the great rick. They'd been the first to arrive, which was a good look for Shadowclan, but the other clans were beginning to arrive as well. She debated searching out an unfamiliar face for some lighthearted conversation, and perhaps she would when more cats had arrived.

Harechaser is open to talk!
Brackenwing and Wolfblossom haven't arrived.

This was Dovesight's first time out of camp since she had gotten sick, and it still felt like her head was pounding. Which probably wasn't good to be happening in a place she knew to be noisy. But she was determined "not" to be sick anymore. Even if that meant pretending, and ultimately suffering.

Sitting in her place among the medicine cats, Dovesight took a moment to close her eyes. Just for a bit. It wouldn't hurt to try to calm her stubborn headache when herbs were not an option, after all.

Dovesight has a headache but is open to talk to
Roseburn is not in attendance
Crimsonflame has not yet arrived.

Lightpaw trotted into Fourtrees, head held high and coat well-groomed. ShadowClan was back, Lightpaw was back, and nothing was going to go wrong. Giving a nod to her mother, she sat down in a nice open spot, ears twitching in excitement.

Lightpaw is open to talk to, and will be looking for Stoatpaw when SkyClan arrives.

It was a nice, peaceful night for a Gathering. Shrikestar led his clan into the clearing, standing tall and proud. Things had been going well, and he was prepared for anything. He made his way up to the Great Rock, which he climbed and sat down with his fellow leaders. He gave each of them a nod, though he specifically held a moment's eye contact with Nightstar. Before it could be known, he looked out over the Gathering, at all the cats mingled together, just as they should. Just for one night.

WindClan may now enter the Gathering.

Blazefang scampered into Fourtrees with her clan. Skidding to a stop in true Blazefang style, the ginger warrior began to search the crowd for familiar faces.

Blazefang is open to talk to but is looking for Stormdance, Dayquill, or the Owl Tree kids.

Leopardsun followed Nightstar with some degree of apprehension. Given her history with Fourtrees, it wasn't exactly surprising that she was nervous- Gatherings had rarely gone well when she was in attendance, and she would be in close proximity to the other clans' leaders and deputies if anything did turn sour. That said, her expression remained neutral as she took her position with the other deputies; a polite smile taking its place as she turned to the cat next to her- one who smelled strongly of ThunderClan. "My name is Leopardsun," she greeted. "I hope this evening finds you well?"

Leopardsun is talking to the other deputies; specifically Thistlemask!

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Nightdancer followed Mottlestar into the clearing, looking around. It was a beautiful place, after all; and seeing every Clan gathered for a night of conversation- however rarely it seemed to go smoothly- was always a pleasant pleasant experience. She could only hope that it would stay that way.

Nightdancer is open to talk to!

Sablepaw padded tentatively into the clearing. He didn't like the idea of having all of these cats together, even with Starclan watching it seemed like bad news. Still he knew the importance of this even, and as a future leader of Shadowclan he would just have to get used to it. Reluctantly, he made his way to the slowly forming crowd, scanning for any cat that might give him an interesting conversation.

Sablepaw is open to talk

Woolywing walked slowly into the clearing, following Dovesight as closely as he could without being awkward. He'd done this once before, attend a gathering while entirely blind, but that didn't stop the wave of conflicting sounds and smells from blindsiding him a little. Fortunately, it seemed like there weren't too many cats at Fourtrees just yet. Obviously RiverClan were here, and he smelled traces of marsh that told him ShadowClan were most likely present too. Beyond that, he hadn't the faintest idea who was here and who wasn't. He padded over somewhere close to the edge of the clearing, listening out for anyone approaching.

He felt uneasy without his friends around, though he'd never tell them. He was much better at navigating the world around him now, moons after the incident, but it was still a little bit overwhelming to be surrounded by so many voices and only know the owners of a scant few of them. He drew his brand new goose pelt closer with his mouth, taking comfort in its warmth. Looks like something good came out of all those predator attacks after all.

Woolywing is open to talk to!