Under The Full Moon [Gathering]

Ginger-root
» She stands upon the hill to watch the stars, though she does not believe in them

Had Fawnstep been chosen to also attend the Gathering, Ginger-root imagined she would have been trotting at her sister's side since RiverClan left their camp. But alas, the ginger she-cat was denied this privilege, as Fawnstep was not among the list of selected warriors.

This had somewhat dampened her spirits. Their recent talk was beginning to draw the siblings together again, thawing both of their hearts, which had grown cold since their mother's death and their long emotional separation. This past quarter moon, since that fateful first conversation in a long while, it almost seemed as if Ginger-root had spent more time with Fawnstep than she had during their entire time in the nursery as kits. There were still awkward moments and weird silences, of course, but the two cats -- at least in Ginger-root's mind -- seemed far more comfortable in each other's presence. They shared fresh-kill and shared tongues, sorting through their past and attempting to forge a new closely-bonded future. The thought brought a faint smile across her muzzle. Silentpool would have wanted it to be so.

Nevertheless, Ginger-root held her head as high as she could as RiverClan approached Fourtrees. Even without Fawnstep, and even though her Clan was the last to arrive at the ancient hollow, she was determined to still have a good time, shy as she was. Perhaps she would make a friend tonight? Just stay positive, she thought to herself. And we'll make it through the night. Both of us, she almost whispered aloud, thinking back to Fawnstep, still back at camp.

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“Are you lost?” In the short silence that followed Blazingpaw’s words the same apprentice managed to both look and sound annoyed; the short huff the older tom released accompanied with a roll of his eyes. It was something he did often, Marshpaw had learned; he was hard, if not impossible, to appease in any sense of the word but it was the least scathing option Blazingpaw had in the quiet cat’s opinion. He could see why not many cats got along with him. A slight twitch of his ear let the other know he had heard him but before he could form words to reply Blazingpaw spoke again. Well it seemed the apprentice had resigned himself to Marshpaw’s company, at least for a short while. Although the conversation could very well die after Marshpaw answered the apprentice folded his lanky limbs so that he could sit, tail wrapping around his haunches and the tips of his paws. The mass of cats around them continued to converse, slipping in and out of groups with hushed meows that breathed mist into the air. He noticed Emberheart making her way to the base of the great boulder to meet up with the other deputies while Thistlespot seemed unsure of where to go. She was standing a little like Marshpaw had but he was sure she would find someone to sit with. But, still no Riverclan cats to speak of. It was unusual for a clan to be this late he knew as much; the full moon was already nearing it’s peak. “No,” he finally replied back. He knew where he was -kind of obvious- and while the first question had probably been born more out of sarcastic habit he was inclined to answer anyways. It wasn’t really a bother. “First gathering? Yes.” He checked himself silently, perhaps figuring he should add something of his own to the conversation. So he tacked on a rather blunt; “Runningthorn isn’t here.” Blazingpaw would take that as he wanted the apprentice was sure. But, something else was. The mottled tom, sitting as he was, gave the smell approaching a short turn of his head, eyes on the swathe of Riverclan territory that bled into Fourtrees. Riverclan had arrived it seemed. He didn’t say anything of it as the cats quickly crested the ridge and just as swiftly streamed down into the mass of cats below. The four clans had finally converged and Marshpaw was sure the leaders would hurry the gathering along now. OOC;; Oh gosh this is so bad I'm sorry blargh but here and Riverclan has arrived yes? If not just slap me or something kay? kay thanks [bg=977358]

Summerfrost always loved going to gatherings. It gave her a chance to converse and see all of the other clan's cats. Deep down inside she always hated inter-clan conflicts. This was the only time that she could treat all cats as if they were just ordinary cats and not enemies. She trotted into the large opening and saw the mass of cats consorting about. She was comforted by the sight. Imagine what we could accomplish if there were no clans and we were all one! she thought. She paused, then shook her head. This isn't the time to be getting all of these silly thoughts in my head she thought. She was just going to try to take advantage of this night and enjoy it for what it's worth.

She wondered what would be discussed in the gathering. Not much was going on in terms of happenings in her clan. All of the other clans looked healthy and satisfied. Despite this however there seemed to be something in the air. As if the wind was carrying some sort of unidentified scent. It was probably just something she ate. However, she felt fine enough to jump down and begin mingling with the other cats.

Morningstreak

<sup>The deputy followed her leader into the hollow with silence. Her mind was churning from the events of last night. She could picture the skeletons rolling under her paws; the lifeless eyes boring into her pelt. Morningstreak had to get Sunstar aside and tell her what she had seen that night. This wasn't something that just happened. The she-cat leaned closer into the leader, trying to steal her attention, unfortunately Sunstar was too engrossed with her duties. The sun-eyed she-cat strode through the clearing with ease and ended gracefully atop the great rock. She was soon greeted by Stormstar, and Morningstreak's opportunity had vanished. The she-cat inhaled sharply, she'd have to make her own announcement. With a grunt she turned on her heal and picked through the crowd. She usually kept to herself but her nerves were getting the best of her. She could still hear the faint wails and blood-chilling screams. Conversation would keep the spirits at bay.

Her own amber eyes settled on the other deputies; Blizzardshard and Emberheart. The she-cat bit her lip, she didn't know them well but she figured they'd appreciate her company. The gathering was a social event anyways. Passing seamlessly through the crowd she found herself standing uncomfortably near the two cats. As Windclan's deputy she should have already known her fellow deputies well, but this wasn't the case. Morningstreak usually kept to herself. She would rather watch and observe than make idle conversation with cats she could care less about. The she-cat raised her brows, offering some sort of signal. She really didn't want to speak first, but the awkward silence was suffocating. Pinching her brow the ginger warrior dug her toes into the ground before murmuring, "Good evening."

She lifted her head, steadying her attention between the warriors, "I'm surprised we haven't met yet." The she-cat let an exasperated sigh slide through her teeth before continuing, "I'm Morningstreak," She gave herself a quick, embarrassed shake, "Which, you both probably already know." Morningstreak could feel the color warm her cheeks, she wasn't one to embarrass easily, but here they were. Trying to hide her embarrassment she tucked herself into a neat sit and curled her tail over paws. Ducking her head she meowed casually, "Isn't there supposed to be one more of us? Willowstorm is it?"</sup>

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[atrb=background,http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/7560/u0h8.jpg] He was in the process of calming down his fidgeting self when a new wave of nervousness hit his entire inner workings. He scented RiverClan making their way to the Fourtrees, he smiled a little and a hopeful light was shed in his amber eyes. Now, if his eyes could locate the she-cat that caused all of the discrepancies in his mind… Flamestrike got visibly happier when he was finally able to find the white and tan coat of Moonshine. His tail twitched when his mind tried to piece together the most appropriate greeting, the possibility of her not being able to remember him was also pretty real and even if it dampened his spirits a little he had to take it in consideration. “I, uh,” he stared a little a Cloudstep, he’d been so occupied with his rehearsed greeting he hadn’t thought of a good and plausible excuse to leave his friend and the ThunderClan warrior. “I’ll see you later,” he finally mewed, implying in a subtle manner that he wanted the company and advice of his medicine cat friend later. He gulped and walked to the cluster of chatter and warriors, her scent was burned down on his mind so it didn’t take him long to find her. There she was and she looked absolutely beautiful under the moonlight, he let out a breath he had not noticed he was holding. “Hello, Moonshine,” he looked for her eyes and felt the strange calmness flood him like a tidal wave. “You, er, do remember me, right?” Flamestrike gave her a weak and hopeful smile. word count: 265 words. tags: Moonshine. notes: Awkward Flamestrike is awkward

A small, frail she-cat sniffled at the back of the gathering crowd of cats in WindClan camp only to squeak in surprise once her name was called to leave. It had barely been a moon since her brother, Sootpaw had been discovered mangled by what they thought to be a passing fox. There had been a search, but no one had found the red beast anywhere. The event had crushed Rosepaw to pieces and it was even harder for her to come out her shell now that her beloved brother was dead. Any cat that approached her was scared away by fearful tears and violent shaking. Even her mentor had a hard time getting the young she-cat calm enough to talk, let alone train. But I don't want to go to the Gathering....there'll be so many cats there....Sootpaw, I'm scared. Sickly body trembling, the dark female slunk after her Clanmates hesitantly after sending a terror-filled prayer to her littermate. The journey was tough on Rosepaw since she was a weak little thing that hardly ever ate, ribs showing through her pelt more often than not. Because she didn't take care of herself well she often caught colds and became to ill to do much of anything but rest so she had next to no muscle mass. Once they did arrive, the tiny cat crawled her way meekly through the cats with her whole body absolutely convulsing with fearful shakes. She kept her head dipped below her narrow shoulders, ears flat against her skull, tail between her trembling legs, and golden eyes on the ground. Rosepaw's stance didn't exactly help her long, for she quite nearly bumped into a much larger and muscle-toned body with ShadowClan's scent clinging to him. Letting out a distressed whimper, the WindClan apprentice scrambled away from the other as quickly as possible and looked up to whisper out an extremely soft apology before cowering lower to the ground with her whiskers shaking along with her body. "I-I am so sorry..."

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The sun was sinking closer towards the ground its rays gave off an orange color as the sky above started to darken. The sound of her leader’s voice aroused her from her nest that lay at the corner of the apprentice den, spaced away from the other apprentice’s. It was hard enough to remove her siblings nest not even a month ago, she couldn’t even think about letting others take the spots that they once laid. By her side, like where they always were. Her clear blue eyes glazed over as her mind was consumed by the memory that was forever carved into her brain from that day. Her claws sunk into the hard ground unconsciously and her breathing quicken. It was her fault all of it. Why couldn’t it have been me? Snowpaw. Her gazed snapped up to the leader at the sound of her name. She was chosen to go, her first gathering alone without her siblings. Around her she saw the cats make their way towards the camp’s entrance that had been called and with one last breath she followed suit. By the time Riverclan broke through the bushes and into the clearing, it was very clear that they were the last to arrive. Snowpaw slowly scanned the clearing as a lot of eyes turned their way. A shiver ran through her body as the wind at that moment decided to blow cold air upon her. Instinctively, she stepped to the side where Ravenpaw would always stand only to be met with nothing. She closed her eyes from the pain that came to her from his absence and forced them back opened to find her clan-mates disperse throughout the clearing. She was alone once again. She couldn’t recognize anyone here, apart from those from her clan. She stayed close to the edge slowly dragging her gaze over the clearing of cats only for all their faces to be a blur. She didn’t like this, not at all. Slowly, Snowpaw made her way towards the other side staying close to the outer edge keeping out of the way from other as to not disturb them. [bg=fcfefe]

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Lightningshine nodded some, he had noticed Frostbite had seemed a little off. Cloudstep looked a little more nervous then usually as well. Owlstar was just now coming down, which was odd for him. He was a bold leader, strong and smart. Why was he holding himself back. "I guess we're about to find out. Riverclan just got here," he mewed flicking his tail toward the Riverclan group that was quickly trialing in. "They must have just been running behind. Odd for them, but doesn't seem like anything to worry about though." He smiled at Birdsong and settled down as the leaders all gathered on the branch above the clans. It was about time that they would get started. But of course he thought they would give riverclan time to hang out and talk to other cats. He smiled as Birdsong settled in close to him. It was nice to have a another warm body near by. It was getting colder and colder as the days went by. Lightningshine glanced some at Birdsong then lowered his gaze. He was a nice tom. Lightningshine had a few friends, but not anyone he was really close to. Maybe it would be nice to have that one cat. But even he had trouble settling down with someone. It just didn't work out for him. He wasn't sure why. He tried to please the ladies anyway he could. He flicked his ears some thinking. He wondered if birdsong would have any advice. [bg=d4d6a7]

Moonshine chatted it up with a few other warriors laughing and smiling and agreeing on a few things. Hearing her name behind her being said she turned her head around calmly and let her fur move with her head in a graceful manner and locked eyes with the one who help her out of the thorns. Giving a small shy smile she turned to her group and mewed, ''I'll catch up with you all later so sorry but please excuse me.'' Turning her whole body around now and sitting down in front of him her eyes glowed in the moonlight. ''I very much remember you Flamestrike. Tell me something Flamestrike why are the one keeping me up at night.'' Raising her eyebrows playfully she was most telling the truth. He was running through her mind like a crazy kit trying to catch its little tail over and over and over again. Tilting her head a bit still smiling now she was wondering if she had went to far. Shaking her head she mewed, ''I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so open how silly of me..'' Looking down she bit her lip and shook her head in embarrassment. Changing the subject, ''Saved any other she cats prettier them me in thorns lately?''

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Cloudstep listened to Flamestrike and Mousepelt talk and noticed that Mousepelt was starting to get a little nervous. In times like this is was probably better to let the nervous cat have some time to their selves. He was about to say something to his ginger friend when he made an excuse and left to go talk to a Riverclan she-cat. So Flamestrike was hiding something. He would probably learn more about it later. He looked at the brown tom and smiled some. "I hate to leave, but seeing as Riverclan is now here i guess it would be best for me to go find the other medicine cats," he mewed quietly. "It was nice meeting you Mousepelt." He gave him another smile and a small goodbye bow before turning and making his way along the edge of the gathering clans. His blue eyes quickly scanned all the cats but his heart sank a little when he didn't see the white pelt of the she-cat he remembered running into before. He sighed some. He really missed talking to Snowpaw....if it had only been once. He wasn't even sure her name was still Snowpaw. Though he had received his name early. He was about to turn and pay attention to what was in front of him when he stopped. Right there in front of his eyes was another cat with a white face, a pink nose and the bluest eyes. He stopped and blinked then took a couple startled steps back. My apologies. I should have been watching where i was...." he slowly trailed off looking at the she-cat. It was her. "Snowpaw?" He didn't know why it came out as a question. He knew it was her, but again, she looked different. Thinner, almost sickly and dazed out. Was something really happening in Riverclan? [bg=a3b0b4]

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Owlstar opened his mouth, letting the scents breeze over his tongue, they were only waiting on Riverclan. With a sigh he settled into a sit. He had to go down there eventually, just not right now. He was content watching the cats converse from the ridge. The last thing he wanted was idle small-talk. He wasn't sure if he could face old friends asking him about Rainflight. It was common knowledge that he and Rainflight were, or once were involved. And if the old rumor mill still functioned - then he was sure everyone knew about their separation. The word sent chills down his spine. He didn't like to think about it. Not anymore - "What's up, buddy? Don't tell me you're nervous." Owlstar jumped a little, startled by Blizzardshard's appearance. Had he been there the whole time? He had been so immersed in his thoughts he hadn't noticed the deputy. The tom responded with a quick snort, "You know me well enough to know it's not this," Owlstar gestured toward the clearing, "That's bothering me." He cast his friend a long, sorrowful glance before gathering himself onto his paws. He gave each leg a shaky stretch and then meowed leisurely, "Might as well join them 'eh?" A small chuckle followed the inquisition. He flashed the silver tom a quick, lousy smile before striding into the hollow. Immediately he was overwhelmed by the different scents and sounds. His sense were flooded, and it was exhilarating. In that moment his problems shed like water through his pelt. Eyes bright he picked his way through the crowd. A few chaste hellos and how are yous left his mouth several times before he reached the great rock. Sunstar and Stormstar were already perched neatly on the platform. They were making small chit-chat; the usual leader musings that kept the clans idly bat bay. Owlstar cleared the jump with ease and landed squarely beside the pretty tabby she-cat. Sunstar was older than him by a few moons, making her the eldest leader in the forest. She was a regal she-cat with a knack for justice. She ruled her clan well. The tom dipped his head in greeting. "Lovely night isn't it?" He remarked, a friendly smile on his lips. As the words left his tongue he found himself observing the massive body that belonged to Stormstar. He was definitely a change of scenery. Fernstar had been frail near the time of his death, an aging tom with a thin build. He had rarely spoken and when he did, his voice was soft and thoughtful. Stormstar on the other hand was massive, slightly bigger than Owlstar himself. The thunderclan leader presumed he'd be loud as well. With a dip of his head he extended his paw in greeting, "We're glad to have you join us tonight, Stormstar." They were almost ready to start, unfortunately they were missing one clan. Owlstar pinched his brows in frustration, what could be keeping Finchstar so long? He was an odd character. He had only served three gatherings prior and each time he seemed like he was going to leap out of his skin. The white and tabby tom spoke in jitters, as if everything was just too much for him. Owlstar sympathized for the tom, there had to be something else going on. No one was just that paranoid - as if on cue the riverclan warriors poured into the clearing, a nervous Finchstar at it's rear. Owlstar lifted his head, gazing out into the crowd, trying to veer for the leader's attention. "Finchstar!" he called out loudly, silencing the cats below him. [bg=816961]

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The black tom wasn't shocked when his name was called to go to the gathering. He didn't care they they got there third and he really didn't want to talk to anyone tonight. He was in one of his moods. He just wanted to be left alone. So he found himself sitting along the edge of the group of cats as everyone mixed and mingled. The other cats seemed to get his mood and steered clear. Even the ones that he didn't know very well. Good. They were learning. He had settled into a sitting position and closed his eyes trying to block out the noise until the gathering started. It wasn't that he didn't like clan gatherings, he just hated crowds, hated the falseness of it all. The only ones who didn't seem fake were the apprentices. They seemed genuinely happy or frightened out of their mind by so many cats. He chuckled at the though of one of them running into him. At that moment he felt a bump on his side and turned to hiss at the incompetent fool who had run into him. However he stopped seeing a small black she-cat who looked scared and sick. He settled his fur back down but narrowed his eyes at her just the same. She had to be an apprentice. He didn't recognize her as a Shadowclan apprentice though. At her stammering apology the black tom snorted a little. "don't be sorry," he said, his voice still at a growl like it always had been, "you shouldn't even be here. You're obviously sick." It was stupid for a clan leader, and by the smell of it Windclan, to bring a sick cat. It was even stupider that the medicine cat allowed it. Then he remembered the Medicine cat of windclan was young and naive. Could he expect anything more form cats who didn't think? "What's your name?" the question came out more like a command, but right now he didn't care. [bg=131313]

Birdsong
» Take me under your wing tonight

Birdsong continued to look about him as Lightningshine went on about the peculiarities of the cats in question. So many of them seemed nervous, even warriors whom Birdsong had long known to be proud and of (relatively) sane minds. There was definitely an air of uncertainty settling amongst the great trees, winding about the Clans with an ominous sense of foreboding. Something isn't right here. I can feel it.

The white tom licked his lips and screwed up his nose in puzzlement when Lightningshine swished his tail to indicate RiverClan's arrival. Finchstar in particular seemed the most disturbed of all, especially amongst the Clan leaders. Birdsong supposed that his Clan's tardiness could be partially responsible for this, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more at work here. Something that StarClan wasn't telling them. He found his heart rate increasing with excitement -- if some grand drama was afoot, he would be the first to hear about it, and the first to repeat it. At the same time, however, this sort of excitement might not be optimal for storytelling... especially if it went wrong.

Shuddering a bit, Birdsong scooted closer to Lightningshine. Like his Clanmate, he was appreciative of the warmth that his fellow warrior offered as the chill grew in the air. Although the ginger tom was looking down now, he had noticed his gaze settling on a few she-cats a moment before, and couldn't help but wonder if they were on his mind. Birdsong decided to divert their discussion to another topic in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Some of these she-cats are quite the lookers, aren't they?" he mewed casually with a hint of lustfulness. "Some toms too, I think, though I don't know if you're, er... into that sort of thing."

Sunstar had taken her position at the base of great rock, in the middle of the four oak trees. Shortly after WindClan's arrival ShadowClan arrived. Her eyes scanned over them, instantly falling on the large, towering figure of their leader, Stormstar. She knew the tom was young, and only recently leader. If she remembered correctly, this was one of his first gatherings he will lead. She watched with her amber and gold spattered eyes as he approached the waiting leader, and hunkered down beside her. He towered over her. She was large for a WindClan cat, but small for a cat in general. She raised her chin regally, mostly to boost her own self esteem sitting beside the huge tom.

"Good evening, looking lovely as always Sunstar."

Her ears pricked forward at his greeting. She turned her head to face him, catching the charming grin he had plastered to his face. She raised an eyebrow, and gave the tom a friendly smirk.

"Good evening, Stormstar. Charming as always." she replied. It was obvious that his charm didn't throw her for the loop, nor was in entirely unwelcome. She was a she-cat, after all, and most she-cats enjoyed compliments. Her pelt itched with restlessness, however. RiverClan was late. Her eyes focused on RiverClan territory. She hoped nothing had gone wrong. Cloudstep hadn't mentioned anything after the medicine cat meeting, although he had seemed a bit on edge. The she-cat averted her gaze to find the young medicine cat.

She soon spotted him near one of the great oaks, conversing with another clan cat. Her gaze continued on it's search, spotting the ginger pelt of her son, Tangledpaw. She had her kits before she had become deputy. It hadn't been to long after she had become deputy that her leader, Hazelstar had passed on. Her heart twinged with pain. Hazelstar had been a role model for the she-cat, and had welcomed her into the clan with open paws. Sunstar was among the few to become leader who were not originally from the clan. There were some great names to live up to, one being the legendary Firestar.

Just at the time she was thinking that, the scent of RiverClan carried across a light breeze. Her eyes darted back to RiverClan territory, and spotted the hurrying forms of RiverClanners. Finchstar slunk into the shadows. Sunstar stood to stretch before they called the clans to order, to give Finchstar a chance to arrive with the others. The RiverClan leader had always been a jittery type. And by the way he slunk through the crowd to avoid as many cats as possible, he was even more jittery tonight.

Owlstar called out the toms name. It was loud enough to silence the cats below, and when they fell silent, their eyes turned in the direction of the RiverClan leader. The poor tom was going to wet himself at this rate. Sunstar flashed Owlstar a look. "I think he knows where he is going, Owlstar." she mewed, with just a hint of ice to her voice. She waited for Finchstar to join them. "Now that we are here, who would like to begin?

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The tom slid onto his haunches, lowering his body to the floor. He was getting uncomfortable sitting still for so long. He'd rather be up, pacing through the crowd, but unfortunately you had to sit for these kind of things. Marshpaw on the other hand chose to stand there like a stark idiot. Blazingpaw rolled his eyes for the millionth time. "Are you going to sit down or what?" As if on cue the tom slid into an uncomfortable sit. Blazingpaw rolled his eyes again. Still, his companion remained silent - intent on letting the words come as slow as possible. Did he not know how to have a normal conversation? The calico gave himself an exasperated shake and chose to watch the leaders instead. He was too impatient to let himself wait for a reply. Marshpaw would have to fight for his attention. There he was. Blazingpaw watched as Owlstar picked through the cats and jump up onto the great rock. The tom landed gracefully, as all leaders did. Blazingpaw wondered if it were by some unheard code that all leaders had to be majestic. He couldn't remember the last time he's seen a leader fumble or fall. They really were talented. The tom let a snort leave his nose, you're an idiot. He thought to himself. “No,” His eyes flickered back to the sitting apprentice, "So you're finally talking to me..." He mused quietly, his attention still trained on the conversing leaders. They were still only waiting on riverclan. What was taking them so long? “Runningthorn isn’t here.” Marshpaw added rather hastily. There had been a few words in between the two statements but Blazingpaw hadn't been paying attention. The tortoiseshell tom let his gaze fully slide onto the massive apprentice, a deadpan bitterness pressed on his face. "Is that so?" He let a heavy sigh leave his mouth before continuing, "And neither is Thievingstreak." Blazingpaw pushed himself back into a sit, and curled his tail across his toes, "I can make observations too." "Finchstar!" Suddenly Owlstar's booming voice echoed over the clearing. Blazingpaw felt his pelt jump a little, startled by the leader's announcement. At that moment he turned his toward the slinking tom; Finchstar looked like he was going to pee himself. "Great starclan." Blazingpaw muttered, "What a lousy excuse of a leader." [bg=a99a8d]