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Post by dove on Jul 15, 2008 14:36:00 GMT -5
Shifting amongst the dying bracken, a form its color emerged, pale green eyes suddenly coming into view. Silently, Brackenstar led the way to Ten Stones. 'Will Cresecentnight and Stormdove be here...' He wondered. He was remembering how Crescentnight went crazy, and Stormdove ran away. 'This drought has affected us all.' He thought, pausing, scenting the air. He turned, watching his clan move restlessly; he could spot his mate, Heathersong, and his apprentice, Darkpaw. He smiled briefly while turning his head. 'I came as an apprentice, and grew up to be MeadowClan's leader.' He thought, satisfied with life now. He guided his clan through the clearing, letting his clan fan out behind him as he made way for the giant stone(s) in the middle. In one fluid jump, he made it to the top, and sat down, watching: he saw Fogwhisper walk around edgily, like she had some secret. In the back of his mind, he did feel a little guilty for just 'abandoning' her when he became mates with Heathersong. He shook his head once more, clearing all drama from his mind. 'I need to watch myself infront of the others.' He thought.
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Jul 15, 2008 15:38:42 GMT -5
xx.//And do you ever feel like you're alone.]]
A crowd of lithe slender cats approached Ten Stones. Among them was a smokey colored tom who was near the front of the group. His green eyes blazed as he surged ahead with AshClan. Beside him, his son, Northfrost, bounded ahead. A swell of pride rose within him as Northfrost disappeared into the crowd ahead. Smolderstone knew his son had grown into a strong warrior, just as his mother had been. As the group drew closer, Smolderstone caught a whiff of IceClan. He couldn't wait for BlazeClan to show up, it would surely be an interesting conversation between his own clan, and BlazeClan tonight. He winced as he recalled the scabby wound on his left shoulder, left by that Marshclaw cat. Featherstep's injuries were far worse than his own and she had to stay behind tonight. Smolderstone's sould ached for revenge for his injured clanmate.
xx.// And do you ever wish to be unknown.]]
Lucidhope and Tranquilbreeze were on opposite sides of the RageClan crowd as it made its way to Ten Stones. The orange tabby femme's heart pounded as she thought of meeting with Shadowstride tonight. Here they wouldn't have to talk in secret or constantly look over their shoulders to see if someone was watching. Lucidhope recalled the last Gathering where she had met the charming FernClan tom. It had been the best day of her life by far, and left her far less lonely. On the other had, Tranquilbreeze loathed Gatherings. They were loud, noisy and far too social for his liking. Each time he came he would just sit down among his own clanmates, not even bothering to talk to others. He had recently been appointed Dustpaw as an apprentice, which had made things a little more difficult, since now he had to keep an eye out for him at all times. However, Dustpaw was not attending this Gathering. At least I don't have to look out for Lucidhope anymore...
xx.//I can say that I have.]]
An auburn femme followed slowly behind the BlazeClan group. Despite her injuries, she had still begged to go to the Gathering tonight. Timbercreek was determined to know the outcome of the BlazeClan/AshClan feud. Secretly, she also hoped to see her daughter here at this gathering. Apparently she had just been appointed to a warrior, and most new warriors came...However, she worried about the threat that Smolderstone and Featherstep had made. Has her daughter already been outcasted for being half clan? She prayed to DreamClan that it hadn't happened.
xx.//I can say that I have.]]
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Post by dove on Jul 15, 2008 15:50:28 GMT -5
IceClan soon came from the west, their leader, a small, fragile looking, pale she-cat with pale as a whisper, blue eyes. Something like excitement glowed in them, filling her body with warmth, and reassurance. She led IceClan to the clearing, leaving the others to join the other leaders. "Hello, Brackenstar." Brackenstar turned and almost gasped. He knew Settingstar had the makings of a leader, but did not expect her to look...different. As a warrior, she looked around dutifully, making friends, and keeping secrets. Now, she looked more powerful in her own way. Her eyes now blazed with a fierceness only a mother could know, and her stance was now a strong pose, ready to defend her clan. "Greetings, Settingstar." Brackenstar murmured.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 16, 2008 2:55:05 GMT -5
A small, timid form crept into the clearing among the cats behind Brackenstar. The nearly pure white female limped forward, taking extra care to be gentle on her left forepaw. It was still slightly twisted, leaving her pidgeon-toed, but it was usable. She had a feeling that it would not heal any straighter, but it was hardly notticable anymore anyways. Whitepaw sat down, tucking her paw out of sight among her fluffy pelt.
Ever since she had fallen from that huge tree and spent time in Lavendersong's den, she knew she was destined to be a medicine cat. Why else would Dreamclan had given her such an inhabilitating injury, a few days before she was going to have her ceremony? She tried to blend in among the other cats, wondering if anybody would approach her. Whitepaw's paw throbbing slightly after the long walk, although it was almost healed, and she didn't feel like wandering around and looking for cats she knew.
Another fluffy white she-cat entered the clearing with the Rageclan cats. She glanced over at Whitepaw curiously. The young she-cat reminded her of herself in her younger days. Stormwhisper, for that was the femme's name, had been a medicine cat herself once. Her green eyes glowed as she watched the young cat curiously. Why wasn't she walking around, talking to other cats her age? Stormwhisper saw pain behind her eyes, wondering if the paw that was tucked carefully out of sight was injured.
Azuresky padded a bit behind Stormwhisper, looking around curiously. The Rageclan tom had only been to a few gatherings in his apprentice-hood, but none seemed as tense as this one. The dark gray tabby spotted Lucidhope and Tranquilbreeze, and he began to make his way over to them.
A gray and white she-cat stepped stealthily into the clearing from among the shadows. With her new higher position, she knew she probably shouldn't still be coming to the gatherings in this manner, as she'd always done. Fallentear was the first, and only Fogclanner there. She liked to run to tenstones all alone, rushing through the forest at almost top speed and entering unnoticed, ahead of her clan. It's not like anybody ever noticed anyways. Hopefully they still wouldn't, although she was deputy.
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Post by ripped. on Jul 18, 2008 15:59:30 GMT -5
Dark, tabby fur was visible beneath the openings in the bushes. Within mere seconds, white paws appeared first, then followed by the muscular tom, emerald audits lightening up. He took several more steps onward into the clearing, the scent of BlazeClan emitting off his pelt, mixing with the many other smells that were swirling in his nostrils.
The fact he appeared earlier than his leader, hopefully would be okay. Being a new deputy, and this being his first Gathering as one--well, it was needless to say the excitement was running through his veins like adreniline.
Back again, she thought to herself, slipping through the leaves, her icey blues taking in the clearing, spotting no one in particular she felt the urge to talk to. She remembered vividly the last Gathering, and her little spat with the two FogClan femmes. Long teeth were revealed, her lips curving into a smile on her maw at the memory. A shadow that was padding into the clearing made the smile turn into more of a sadistic grin. Speak of the devil. One of the two FogClanner's herself was here again, not talking to anyone, but sitting simply there, alone.
Oh great. The same white feline had glanced at Ravendance, looking away with a sick grin on her face. Ravendance's tail curled over her paws as she sat down, sighing out of bordem. She hoped another argument didn't occur again tonight; she felt horrible for speaking out against the leaders, but she had spoken her mind, and she believed she was right. Thankfully, Fallenpaw had backed her up. Another sigh was breathed away into the hot night air, wondering when everyone else would get here. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 18, 2008 19:27:59 GMT -5
Fallentear took a quick survey of the area, glancing around in a sweeping motion. Then she padded into the thick of the cats and made her way to the center of the clearing, towards Ravendance. As she approached the she-cat, she dipped her head in casual greeting. "Hey Ravendance." She rasped softly, sitting down beside the black female. At her suvey of the area, she had noticed Phantomstream looking at Ravendance with old hostility tinging her gaze. Hopefully she wouldn't have to point out sometime during the gathering that mature warriors didn't hold grudges. The gray and white she-cat turned her gaze on a Blazeclan tom, that had arrived alone. "Who's that?" She whispered to Ravendance, nodding towards the tom, "It's interesting to know I'm not the only one who arrives in such a manner." [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by ripped. on Jul 19, 2008 23:31:14 GMT -5
Ravendance bowed her head slightly in return, mewing a "Hello," to the other femme. She managed to block Phantomstream from her mind, deciding to simply ignore the FernClannner. Spotting the dark tabby that Fallentear asked about, Ravendance racked her mind for some sort of recollection. She remembered a brief encounter on the border during a patrol, and she parted her jaws to speak. "I think his name is Crimsonstorm. He's the new deputy of BlazeClan; I spoke to him on a patrol not too long ago." Her yellow audits flicked over to him, and once she caught emerald orbs looking back at the pair of females. "I'm a little surprised he came alone as well--probably excited; that's my guess," the black feline mused. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 20, 2008 1:30:31 GMT -5
Fallentear listened to her friend while looking at the tom. He looked back at them once, and she nodded at him curtly from across the clearing and then turned back to look at Ravendance. "New deputy, eh? And arriving before the leader? Shame shame." She smirked, her whiskers twitching in amusement. Fallentear had seen that deputies were supposed to talk to other deputies at the gatherings, just like medicine cats talked to other medicine cats; but she didn't feel like introducing herself to any other cats. She wasn't the type to just go up and be friendly. Fallentear was more the type to sit in the shadows and observe until she was needed. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Jul 21, 2008 9:22:13 GMT -5
A silently shadow made it's way through the cats, only to be revealed in the moonlight as he jumped onto Ten Stones. Blackstar had led his clan here despite knowing Fernclan would now know of his location among the clans. But all this no longer mattered to him as he now held the position he had always wanted, even if it wasn't in the clan he had promised. "Hello Brackenstar, Settingstar." He said with a light smirk as his eyes glinted in the moon and gazed out among the cats. Luckily, it seemed as if Fernclan hadn't arrived yet.
Deathbringer made his way behind the rest of Rageclan as he always did. His black pelt helping him to blend in with the shadows as he tried to find a secluded place ethat he could sit and listen without being bothered. His claws still itched with annoyance at the newest additions to the clan, but he wouldn't mention it here.
Lightfoot smiled as he entered the clearing. This was his first gathering as a mentor, even if his apprentice was an annoyingly rude furball. He had decided he would do his best to train Duskpaw and not let the apprentice push his buttons.
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Post by dove on Jul 22, 2008 19:47:48 GMT -5
Brackenstar looked at Blackstar with an even gaze. "Hello, Blackstar." He murmured. He had heard of what had happened in DuneClan. Settingstar turned to Blackstar, compassion in her eyes. "Is your clan alright?" She heard of what happened, or bits of it from a warrior named Larkwing who had siblings in other clans, including Brackenstar. 'Gossiping like elders.' She thought, both amused and irritated.
Mudpaw looked at all the other cats, coming in all variety of shapes, colors, and ages. His sister, Duskpaw, has been a nuisance to everyone and she had to stay home. 'That won't stop her.' He laughed inside his head, whiskers twitching. He turned to see his mother a couple feet away, talking to some cats with a scent he did not recognize. Feeling self-conscious for the first time, he crept toward Dawnleaf, feeling a need of reassurance. "Oh, hello, Mudpaw." Dawnleaf meowed, surprised. Her son was not likely to be frightened, or so she assumed. "Hello." He murmured, bowing his head. The pretty she-cat with wisps of white showing through her paws suddenly laughed a dainty, feminine laugh. She turned to Dawnleaf. "Looks like your kits has more manners than mine." She turned, her gaze friendly. Mudpaw prickled with discomfort. 'Have my siblings and I been a subject of talk before?' Dawnleaf's gaze suddenly turned, her green eyes darkening. "Almost all of them." She muttered, tinged with bitterness.
Featherstorm was trailing behind Blackstar, her gate agitated. 'Get better control of yourself. You are the deputy.' She thought, picking up her pace. Without thinking, she found a group of cats with a different scent. "Hello," She muttered, seeming distracted. She turned, and she began to recognize Tranquilbreeze, Lucidhope, and Azuresky (she thought 'paw') of RageClan.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 23, 2008 2:06:40 GMT -5
Azuresky looked up from where he sat beside his two clanmates as an unfamiliar she-cat walked up. She looked agitated and distracted. The tom breathed deeply and inhaled her scent. He recognized the sandy Duneclan smell. "Hello." She'd said. He watched her curiously. It clearly had taken a moment for their identities to sink in. "I'm Azuresky of Rageclan." He meowed politely, for although she seemed to recognize him, he'd never spoken to her. His tail flicking behind him, he added, "And you are?" [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jul 24, 2008 11:46:52 GMT -5
Sparkstar padded into the clearing, spotting his deputy, Fallentear, already conversing with the other clans. He smiled and shook his head. Even when Fallentear was his apprentice she had been sneaking to the gatherings before the rest of the clan. Then the tom looked over at the gathered leaders, then decided to go join them. "Hello Brackenstar, Blackstar, and Settingstar." He murmured, taking his place on the rock beside them.
Shadowstride made his way into the clearing, the rest of Fernclan not yet there. He had run ahead of them, hoping he would be able to find Lucidhope again. It had been a while since he talked to the femme last, and he was wondering how she was doing. He opened his mouth, letting the scents of many cats come to him. She was there. He looked around until he spotted her, then he padded over to her. "Hello Lucidhope." He meowed, trying to keep the excitement in his voice to a minimum in case someone would overhear.[/center]
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Post by whitetiger on Jul 26, 2008 14:21:18 GMT -5
Twilightstar of fernclan led her clan into the clearing then jumped up to the ten stones to greet the rest of the new leaders."Hello," She dipped her head in respect.
Bluestar appeared in the clearing and walked silently toward the ten stones. "Greetings," She mewed, nonchalant.
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Post by dove on Jul 26, 2008 14:48:44 GMT -5
Brackenstar nodded his head toward the three leaders that just arrived, his gaze friendly. "Hello." Settingstar echoed him, her gaze more wary.
Featherstorm looked at Azuresky, her head tilted a slight bit to the side. "I thought you were Azurepaw...?" she was clearly still distracted. Mudpaw looked at his mother to the other femme, an odd look coming into his eyes. 'Not even Mother approves of Duskpaw's behavior.' He shook his head and went to go find someone his age. Spotting an almost white, timid she-cat, he padded over to her. "Hello, my name is Mudpaw. What is yours?" poppyblossom padded toward Lightfoot, a RageClan warrior. "Hello." She mewed, her voice soft and light. a mischievious glint appeared in her eyes. "Rumor has it that you have a rebellious apprentice." She laughed.
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Post by Fallentear || on Aug 8, 2008 20:53:17 GMT -5
Azuresky laughed good-naturedly, clearly not offended by the distracted she-cat, "No, I was made a warrior about two moons ago." He explained, with a shrug as he continued, "I suppose all my hard work paid off. I've been doing all I can to help Rageclan..." He noticed the she-cat was still a bit faraway, even after his explanation. He narrowed his eyes curiously and tilted his own head to the side, to match hers. "Hey, are you alright?" He meowed quizically. [/color][/blockquote]
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