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Post by dove on Jun 2, 2008 16:38:36 GMT -5
A moon has past and still, no rain has come. The clan's water is drying up, and the living are dieing. Many cats are becoming dehydrated as the sun comes out longer, and dies away, later. Many thought that after winter, they would welcome the Summer, now, they perish in it. Many lost their belief in DreamClan. Many question, 'Why would such a thing happen to us if DreamClan was real...?' Medicine cats still believe, even though they've had no sign of DreamClan, and are trying to convince the warriors to believe in their ancestors again. Some still believe, but many have turned their backs against the stars. Is there no hope for the clans? Crescentstar has had many nightmares, many doubts, and many complaints. Every since she became BoulderClan leader, her clan expected her to come through, to come and "magically" bring water to the clan. They looked to her daughter for the answers too; her daughter who was medicine cat, Mistyshoal. Mistyshoal has had no sign of rain coming, or if DreamClan still watched over them. Finally, almost every warrior might have turned, and looked for practical answers, to believe in something else. Crescentstar has not lost her faith in DreamClan, and neither has Mistyshoal. But she cannot depend on her ancestors to keep her clan alive. Much pressure has been lifted onto BoulderClan's leader's shoulders, and she feels as if she can't bring that burden on anyone else. She will use her whole nine lives to make sure her clan survives. For June gathering, Crescentstar allowed only the strongest of the warriors, and for several reasons.
- Many cats would get temperamental under the drought.
- Many cats have lost their faith, and would attack if they could.
- There are no more kits or apprentices at the time, and the elders have all died. (pretend there were some)<-- (this is Ember XD... just pretend my charrie Lakewater died because I needed to kill her off and she was old anyway)
The night's breeze has cooled most of the stilfing night, and algith Mistyshoal's hope that rain would come soon. A moon has past, most of her herbs were drying up, and her patients were all dehydrated. Working into the night has made her exhausted, but she dare not sleep until her patients were well enough. The journey to the gathering made her flop down onto the hard, dusty, dry ground in exhaustion. 'I shouldn't have come.' She thought not noticing shadows coming from all directions, from all clans. Crescentstar bunched her muscles, that have become hard and lean from many, unsuccessful hunting trips, jumped, ontop of Ten Rocks in one jump. She looked around as they came in, quickly covering up the space. 'Even though the stopped believing, they have come.' She thought, incredulous. She yawned widely, and blinked, taking in the scenes. Beechbreeze was also tired, but he walked to his sister's side. If a fight were to break out, then he would have to protect his sister, for she was lame and tired of fatigue. 'She'll overwork herself, and become sick as well.' He thought, very worried for his sister. He looked up tho the sky. He had never told Mistyshoal or Crescentstar that he had lost faith in DreamClan, but that night, he prayed. 'Mistyshoal deserves a long, peaceful life, because she is so selfless, and caring. Please make thar happen.' He pleaded in his mind.
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Post by Flamey on Jun 3, 2008 8:35:04 GMT -5
Blazingsoul entered the clearing. Only now had he noticed that the cats in BoulderClan had dwindled. A lot. Despite the fact, he stood tall and proud among the gathered cat. He, on the other hand, still had faith in DreamClan, but did not believe that they could bring back the water or end the drought. He stood there for a while, his head swarming with thoughts and questions, which even DreamClan could not answer. It was hard to believe that this was actually real, and not a dream. A fight was most likely to break out between the clans today. It seemed that fights brewed amongst each clan even at the slightest mistake. He sighed and sat down, his body tense, waiting for the gathering to start.
Jadefeather followed Blazingsoul into the moonlit clearing. He also had not lot faith in DreamClan, being a former medicine cat. Nobody can expect them to bring back all the water and prey with a nap of a paw. he though bitterly to himself. The odd thing was, they did. Almost everyone believed that DreamClan could control all the events that took place in the forest. To him, it didn't seem fair to acuse DreamClan for the drought. He looked around at the little cats gathered. He highly doubted that cats from the other clans would come.
OOC: hahaha nice I like the new smileys
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jun 6, 2008 13:07:34 GMT -5
A slim, black figure paused before entering the clearing. She looked back at her clan, blue eyes filled with pride; Iceclan was strong. Then the femme turned her gaze back to the clearing. Only Boulderclan had arrived. Spiritstar raised her black tail in the air, signalling for her clan to enter the clearing. She jogged over to the High Rock, then jumped on top of it to join Crescentstar. "Hello." She murmured. "I'm guessing your clan has been suffering from the drought as well?" Her eyes were narrowed slightly as she thought of the rumor that had been going around; supposedly a Boulderclan warrior had killed one of her clan's apprentices.
Jasminestar looked into the clearing, her green eyes narrowed. She didn't want to come to this gathering. Lately she had been neglecting her duties as a leader, due to the fact that she had began to doubt the existence of Dreamclan. With a loud sigh, the femme walked into the clearing, noticing the accusing look Spiritstar was giving Crescentstar. Maybe the rumors are true... She thought. But in reality, she really didn't care. Anything could happen now that Dreamclan had betrayed them.
Memorystar's sand colored fur seemed to glow in the light from the full moon. The tom looked around the clearing, his green eyes, so much like his father's, missing nothing. He noticed the tension between the other clans, most likely caused by the recent drought and lack of prey. Being a member of Beachclan, Memorystar had never doubted the existence of Dreamclan. He knew that they were there; they just couldn't do everything.
Fogstar padded into the clearing, his gray eyes glancing to the High Rock. He then spotted two other leaders who had not yet approached the rock. He decided to go talk to Crescentstar and Spiritstar, so he walked over to the rock then bounded on top. "Hello." He murmured, noticing the look Spiritstar was giving Crescentstar. I wonder what that is about?
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Post by Fallentear || on Jun 6, 2008 18:50:07 GMT -5
A slender, and nearly fully grown she-cat slipped silently into the clearing, her glowing yellow eyes searching for cats she might know. Her leader was not yet there, and neither was her deputy. She sighed softly, sitting down in the shadows alone. Fallenpaw always liked to race through the forest without her clan, managing to beat them to ten stones every time. Yes, she knew that she was technically supposed to arrive with them, but she didn't like having to wait so long, for it took them forever to arrive. Her amber orbs pierced through the darkness like a knife through butter as she looked around. The leaders were getting hostile, she observed calmly.
Her ever-present frown turned to a slight scowl. Her leader had been so busy fighting with the others lately that she clearly hadn't noticed how much she'd progressed in her training. Her mentor Sparkgaze, who was also the deputy, had been training with her for moons! Sighing, her face returned to it's previous stoic form as she told herself that it wasn't Oceanstar's fault. She could understand that life was busy with the draught and all. But yet she wished she were a warrior already, because Fallenpaw was more than ready to aid her clan! And surely she couldn't do much as a mere apprentice?
Fallenpaw continued her quick scan of the clearing. There were many medicine cats around...what was going on? Were cats losing their faith in Dreamclan already?
Stormwhisper filed into the clearing after her leader, and with her clanmates walking shoulder to shoulder with her like an army going to battle. She felt their bristling hair, and her tail swung slowly from side to side to brush their pelts, trying to calm them. The least thing the weakened clans needed right now would be a war! How would they ever be able to survive? Stopping at where she estimated was the middle of the clearing, her forest green eyes took everything in in one confident glance around. It wasn't that great of a turnout compared to normal gatherings, but maybe this would be a good thing? She sat down in a place where she was relatively out in the open, not wanting to sit next to the wrong cat during these harsh times and get her ears clawed off. Her ears flicked at the mere thought of it. She could defend herself, but truly she dispized physical attack as a means of arguement. It only proved utter stupidity in not being able to verbally back oneself up.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jun 6, 2008 19:09:53 GMT -5
A slim, white tom padded into the clearing, following his apprentice. Fallenpaw always seemed to arrive at the gathering before the rest of the clan, so Sparkgaze had decided to follow her. The tom's ice blue eyes followed his apprentice as he went off to talk to some other cats. He spotted Stormwhisker of Rageclan, and decided to go talk to her. Knowing that Rageclan was starting to lose hope in their warrior ancestors, he was curious as to how their medicine cat was taking it. Sitting down beside the femme, he murmured, "Hello Stormwhisper. How has your clan been doing?" His eyes were filled with curiosity as he waited for an answer.
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Post by dove on Jun 6, 2008 21:45:59 GMT -5
Crescentstar watched as the others came visible from the shadows of dying growth. She turned as the IceClan leader started to talk. "Yes," She replied, her tone cold as stone, her eyes blazing. "Our clan was affected by the drought as well." Her muscles involuntarily tensed, but soon let go of her tension. 'I will not be the fault if a fight happens here.' She thought. She looked at the other approaching leaders, looking for a distraction. "Grettings, Jasimestar, Memorystar, Fogstar." She greeted each leader with a fleet bow. Her nose twitched as she found another scent. 'BlazeClan.' She thought. She turned her head toward the white blur jogging their way. Whitestar was worried. Two newcomers have come to join his clan. They were in good shape at the time, but the effects of the drought were fast. His clan was losing precious water, and soon, their land would be dry. 'Would we have to rely on someone else for water?' He always wondered. Bounding, he lept onto High Rock, looking at the other leaders. "Hello." He mewed.
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Jun 7, 2008 16:44:18 GMT -5
Wolfstar dashed into the clear with his clan close behind him. His clan had been affected as well, though he wasn't as tender about showing it. He allowed those who could make it to come. He saw no reason to hide what was happening in all clans.
Deathbringer followed after his sister, Jasminestar. He looked around at all the other clans. He would talk to her later about this being a good time to expand in territory.
Fatepaw followed in after his leader with the rest of Fernclan. He was excited for this was his first gathering, but it wasn't what he had expected. Most likely the drought had to do with that but oh well. Also he was eager to see this Demonstorm him and his siblings were to bring down.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jun 7, 2008 17:42:08 GMT -5
Fallenpaw noticed her mentor slip into the clearing after her and go over to talk to the Rageclan medicine cat. She had heard rumors that this had been the first clan to lose faith in Dreamclan, and she watched the pure white she-cat curiously as her mentor adressed her. Pricking her ears curiously, she was able to catch every faint word with her sharp hearing.
Stormwhisper turned her emerald gaze upon the young Fogclan warrior that had sat beside her. She decided his conversation was innocent enough, and she exhaled loudly before replying, "Not so well. It's hard to cling to one's faith when there is so much suffering. I, of course, have no doubt in our warrior ancestors, but my clan is having more trouble with hope during this drought than I would like to see." She knew that Fogclan probably would be the best off during the drought, because most of their territory had been a a wet marsh to begin with, so they would logically have the most water out of all the clans, however little of an amount that may be. "How about Fogclan? Do your marshes still have any water?" [/color][/center]
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Post by ripped. on Jun 8, 2008 9:54:19 GMT -5
Phantomstream slinked into the clearing with the others from FernClan, keeping up her guard. As many were aware, as cats lost faith in DreamClan, they would find any excuse to attack. Phantomstream herself had lost her faith, but that doesn't mean her attitude would change. Would she attack? No, she wouldn't. "Careful who your friends are, Wolfhowl." She murmured to her brother, who was by her side. If one was looking at them both together, you might piece together that they're related, but by their personalities and body structures, you might not.
Wolfhowl padded beside his sister, his claws sheathed. He was hoping that no fight would break out. Unlike his sister, he still had faith in DreamClan. Be careful who your friends are, Wolfhowl. He scowled at her words; anyone who knew him would know he enjoys taking amongst cats from other Clans--it's good to have some friends in your life, he believed. "I think that, for once, you should socialize." He smirked, his crystal audits alight as he spoke.
"You know what? Maybe I will." Phantomstream growled. She glanced over the clearing and her icey blue ops fell on a tom. Without a word to her brother, the white femme padded over to the BoulderClan cat, whom she remembered meeting very briefly before. "Hello, Blazingsoul. How's everything going in BoulderClan?" She asked, her tone friendly.
Wolfhowl, who was satisfied with seeing his sister actually talk to someone who's not in FernClan, went over to Fallenpaw. "Hey Fallenpaw. How's your training going?" He had a light smile on his maw, showing no signs on hostility or want of a fight that night. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by dove on Jun 9, 2008 15:47:07 GMT -5
Stormdove approached behind most of FernClan. She was the medicine cat, after all. FernClan was slowly dying, and she had no idea on how to help them. Everyone just needed water. 'Oh boy...' She thought. 'This Gathering should be interesting.' Mistyshoal looked around, and spotted Stormdove. Mistyshoal whispered in her brother's ear, telling him she'll be right back. Beechbreeze just nodded. Stormdove saw Mistyshoal limp over, but made no attempt at helping her by meeting her the rest of the way. Beechbreeze bristled. One look at Stormdove's guarded face immediately discouraged Mistyshoal. 'Might as well try anyway.' She thought with over enthusiasm. Mistyshoal was going to start up a conversation by opening her mouth when Stormdove abruptly cut her off. "Look, I really don't want to talk to you. Just go away and find someone else to bother." She mewed, loud enough to be heard by others. Beechbreeze was seething. He marched over, hissing in Stormdove's face. "That was rude. Tell my sister that you didn't mean it." Mistyshoal looked aghast. "Come on, Beechbreeze. She isn't worth it." She pleaded. But Beechbreeze took no response. Mistyshoal isn't even sure he heard her. Stormdove snarled. She may be a medicine cat, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to fight. Mousepaw heard her mother and walked over. She was surprised when she saw a BoulderClan tom about to attack her mother. "She is a medicine cat!" She called, angry. "You aren't suppose to attack the medicine cat!" Mistyshoal looked around her. "Oh come on, Beechbreeze." She said a little more forcefully. Whitestar turned to look at the commotion. Then he turned to face the leaders of Boulder and FernClan. "Fogstar, Crescentstar, you need to bring warriors that can hold their temper." Crescentstar looked down, seeing her son challenging FernClan's medicine cat. "Stop!" She commanded, her voice carrying around Ten Stones. But it seemed to have no effect. 'Beechbreeze isn't like this.' She thought, concerned. He wouldn't ignore her like this. He seemed to have no response to the outer side of his challenge.
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Post by ripped. on Jun 9, 2008 20:48:17 GMT -5
A slim raven femme stood on her own, watching the quarrel get more intense. Ravendance herself didn't lose faith in DreamClan, so she was disapproving of the arguement. As she watched it get a little more intense, like claws and fur would start to fly, she got to her paws and thrust herself between the two. "Both of you, cut it out! This is a Gathering; there's no reason to fight if it's unnecessary." Ravendance meowed firmly, looking from Beechbreeze to Stormdove. She kept herself ready, though, in case she would be ignored--which was what she was expecting. She was a only a warrior, after all, not a deputy or leader. And being in FogClan, there wasn't much of a reason for her intercepting, but she doubted anyone wanted a fight right now, especially at a Gathering, so it seemed appropriate...to her, at least. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Fallentear || on Jun 9, 2008 23:57:50 GMT -5
Fallenpaw stepped up beside Ravendance, giving her backup in case the fighting cats decided to take her intervention as a challnge. The tabby and white she-cat looked back and forth between the two of them, her face held the weight of sadness. "Come on, both of you!" She rasped, casting them each in turn a glance of disapproval, "Can't you see how childish you look?! I'm a mere apprentice, and the both of you- warrior and medicine cat that you are- look like bickering kits! This gathering is meant for cats to gather together and share news, maybe even to help each other out. Dreamclan wants to help us, but how can they if you all are digging our hole deeper by starting these quarrels? All of the clans need help right now, and if we have to put aside our differences to do so then so be it. But you two at least should be able to understand that we should be turning to each other, not on each other in these times of need. Even I, young and foolish as I may be, can tell that clawing each other over such small matters will be of absolutely no help to anyone."
She hoped she'd gotten through to them, but just in case she remained standing there, looking from one to the other. Fallenpaw also let her gaze travel up and around to the other cats, her voice having been loud enough to be heard by all. She hoped that her words got through to the brains of every one of them. An alliance of the stronger and weaker clans could be the best that the ten clans could hope for, and the worst they could hope for would be war when they were already struggling to survive as it was. If this kept up, they would surely destroy themselves, and Fallenpaw was definitely not about to sit back and watch that happen without fighting, however little she would be able to do in the matter.
Stormwhisper watched the Fogclan cats step between two cats of two different clans, tension flowing through the air like static electricity from impending lightning. She did not stand up or say anything, just watched them intently. As the Fogclanners spoke, she nodded her head in agreement. Perhaps the wisest words she'd heard thus far had come from the two peacemakers. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jun 10, 2008 12:23:43 GMT -5
Sparkgaze looked over at his apprentice, his blue eyes sparkling. He was proud of her. Even some full grown warriors wouldn't have had enough courage to get up and say something like that in front of the other clans. He then turned to Stormwhisper to answer her question. "As you can probably tell by the calm state of our clan, yes we still have water in our marshes. Not as much as before, however. But I don't think we are suffering nearly as much as some other clans."
Kestreltalon, who had come into the clearing with the rest of Boulderclan, padded over to Beechbreeze's side. She brushed her side up against his and whispered into his ear, "Don't bother arguing with her. It isn't worth it."
At the same time, Fogstar jumped down off the High Rock and padded over to his mate, moving between her and the other cats. "Come on Stormdove, don't worry about them." He shot a look over his shoulder at the Boulderclan cats, then quickly looked back at his mate. A warrior from his clan, Thunderfoot, came running over. "Watch her." Fogstar murmured to the other warrior. Then with one last look at his mate, he returned to the High Rock, where he glared at Crescentstar. "Maybe your warriors should have more respect for medicine cats." He spat angrily, his eyes narrowed.
Spiritstar also turned to glare at Crescentstar, then inched her way closer to Fogstar. "Yes, and maybe you could also tell your warriors not to go killing apprentices from other clans!" Jasminestar just stood by, her green eyes taking in everything. She wouldn't join in on this fight. [/center]
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Post by ripped. on Jun 10, 2008 19:10:50 GMT -5
Ravendance allowed her muscles to relax when it seemed like the two cats wouldn't fight, but when she heard the leaders quarrel, her neck fur fluffed up, but only slightly. "Look at you! You tell your cats not to fight, but here you stand, bickering like kits! Gatherings are meant to be peaceful and a place for discussion. You're supposed to set examples for your Clanmates; show them what it means to be a true, noble warrior. Not a couple of cats who snap over every little thing!" Her voice carried up to the leaders on the High Rock, her tone indignant and her yellow audits staring up at them. "And who are you, to challenge the leaders of our Clans?" The sneering voice of Phantomstream purposely rang loudly for others to hear. "You think everyone is really going to stand by and act as though this was a normal Gathering?" The mockery was dripping like leftover rain off a plant in Phantomstream's voice. A malicious gleam was dancing in her icey crystal eyes. "Face it, Ravendance, DreamClan has abandoned us. Not everyone will obey their laws now that many have believed them to have left. Why? Because they lost faith in us, because we lost our faith in them. Look at what we turned out to be. DreamClan has left us." Phantomstream was a few mouse-lengths away from Ravendance, who was searing with anger, but since the black FogClanner still had faith, she would honor the truce and restrain herself from raking her claws through Phantomstream's fur.Wolfhowl growled, the sound rumbling from his chest. "That's a lie!" The words left his lips before he could think. His sister whirled around to face him. "Is it now, Wolfhowl?" She jeered. "Explain to me, dear brother, why would you protest against what I'm saying? Why is what I'm saying, 'a lie'?" Wolfhowl's eyes narrowed as he couldn't think of the words to explain, making his silence imply he was a fool speaking out of line.Pools of emerald were narrowed with interest as the muscular, dark tabby watched on, his tail curled over his paws. Being from BlazeClan, Crimsonstorm had no reason to input his own opinion; DreamClan is gone, and even if they were still watching over them all, this was out of their paws. The Clan cats themselves shape their lives, and their dead ancestors can't help them now. Questioning the Clan leaders were pointless in his eyes, because they won't listen to a mere warrior. The raven femme had a point, though. They were acting like kits. No matter what his thoughts were, he had no reason to interact, so he kept quiet.[/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Squid on Jun 10, 2008 19:57:52 GMT -5
OoC: I'm just going to pretend Oceanstar was here the whole time x3
Through all the bickering, and hissing and spitting, Oceanstar sat somewhat near the back of High Rock, not really aiming to get herself into a fight with another leader or anything.
OoC: It's small, I know but I'm braindead today
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