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There'll be no rest, there'll be no love....

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Gatherings had always been a source of excitement for Rushwhisker. He enjoyed meeting cats from other Clans, socializing, learning more about them and how they were different, and the same, when compared to his own Clan. Fostering friendships was important to the pacifist tom, for one was far less likely to fight a friend. When he'd been a kit, and a young apprentice, he had not entirely understood why all the Clans could not just be friends. Why did battles have to be fought? Couldn't they all just help one another?

But each step he took toward StarClan's Claws tonight had his heart clenching just a bit tighter in his chest. It would be the first Gathering he attended that she would not be there. The first of many. He had heard she had taken an apprentice some time ago, but he hadn't had a chance to meet them. Which cat had taken her place? Which cat would sit amongst the medicine cats tonight, in the place she always sat?

His paws dragged as though weighed down by stones and he fell to the back of the RainClan patrol, considering turning back. He did not want to go, he did not want to lose that last illogical ray of hope that he would arrive and she would be there. He regretted everything. He should never have let her go. He should have joined TreeClan if it would have kept them together. He could have been there, he could have said goodbye, he could have....

He really hadn't known just how much Bluejay meant to him until he'd lost her forever, and he would never stop regretting the choices he had made. He watched his Clan filter into the clearing, the last to arrive, and stood at the border for a few heartbeats longer on his own, watching them mingle with the other four Clans, glancing briefly at Silverfrost where he moved to take his place among the other deputies, a place that had been his only a short few moons ago. Stepping down as deputy was a decision he did not regret. He could never be the leader RainClan deserved. Especially not now.

At last, his pale gaze settled upon the little group of medicine cats, instinctively seeking out familiar pretty blue-gray fur, striking bright blue eyes full of compassion and warmth. There was Kindleflare, Dawnblossom, Smokefur, two younger toms sitting beside them, their apprentices, though he couldn't recall their names. His gaze narrowed hatefully as it settled briefly upon Swanfeather. StarClan had punished his entire Clan because of that false medicine cat and the lies she had fed them all, and now she had been welcomed back out of necessity. He felt his hackles raising and shook his head, forcing them back down.

How was StoneClan to take this? He had announced before all the Clans himself how Swanfeather was a traitor, how she had used her role as medicine cat to manipulate her Clan into doing terrible things, into chasing StoneClan from their home. And now she was back. Now she was here for every Clan to see. If he was a StoneClan cat, he would be outraged. He would find it hard to believe the apology he had issued them so many moons ago. He would worry that more lies were forthcoming, lies that could mean bloodshed and death for his Clan. His tail lashed in frustration.

It was easier to be angry, to burn away those dark, heart shattering thoughts with white hot fury. For the next cat his gaze settled on did not have pretty blue-gray fur or striking bright blue eyes. The tom that sat in her place was a stranger to him, and just like that, his last illogical ray of hope evaporated like morning dew. Bluejay was gone. He plodded forward, head down and eyes dull with fresh pain, not paying any attention to where he was going. Until he walked right into some cat, falling back onto his haunches and looking up at them with wide, surprised eyes, as though he had forgotten he was not the only cat here.

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There'll be no hero in the end who will rise above.

(whoever posts next can be the cat he walked into lol)

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Lichenfrost rarely went to gatherings, not since she had been an apprentice. The sight of the stone claws towering above her, reaching up for the glittering stars like kits after a feather seemed unfamiliar to her. The lack of gatherings attended was not by her choice, however. She and Lionstar had never been close. The silver she-cat and the brown tom were close to enemies, in Lichenfrost's opinion.

The Treeclan leader had been acting strange lately. Friendly almost. It was honestly the most disturbing thing the she-cat had ever seen - besides seeing her two siblings snuggle up to other cats, like everything was sunshine and rainbows. She snorted at the thought. First an apprentice, next a gathering, if she didn't know better, Lichenfrost would guess that Lionstar was planning something terrible for her. Thankfully, the treeclan warrioress knew that the tom hadn't the spine for that.

Lichenfrost felt uncomfortable in such a large group of unfamiliar cats. Even after the leaders delivered their oh-so-inspiring speeches, she hadn't sat down, her tail tip stirring up the dust out of nerves. She guessed that everyone's thoughts were turned on the fire that had ravaged Lightningclan. It wouldn't be longer before the fox-hearted clans started stealing territory, including Treeclan.

Lichenfrost cast a spiteful glare at her clanmates, along with the cats of Nightclan and Lightningclan. War, war, war, it's the only thing these pathetic- The shecat was knocked from her thoughts and nearly knocked off balance, flicking out a paw to stabilise herself. Her stocky frame had absorbed the impact well and she huffed in angry embarrassment as she turned on the cat that had bumped her - her bristling fur adding to her already large size.

It was a tom - scrawny, tabby, Riverclan. His fishy scent ravaged her nostrils and left two facts, her sight gave her two more. This was the Riverclan depu- wait no, another cat had taken his place, she remembered a clanmate gossiping about it.

"Watch where you're going, you mangy fish-breath!" Lichenfrost hissed with an unreasonable fury, most of which was coming from the surprise of the bump. Her glare burned with an intensity that did not match her pale eyes.



NOTE: I will put this into Lichen's table formate as soon as I'm home.

[williams]

into that bright world to I go

Fogsight could remember every gathering she had gone to with startling details. They had started as loud and overwhelming to the small apprentice, then became fascinating. Clans mingled, or stood stiff against one another, the smells of each clan's unique scent combining to show that they could find peace, even if it was only by sharing close proximity for a few moments. The space itself was interesting too, faded scents from past Gatherings, their paw steps slowly wearing the ground away to familiar trails and clearings. And the giant stones, reaching up out of the ground like a giant twisted paw. It felt sacred, though Fogsight hadn't found the proper imagery to tack down why it felt like that. Meeting the other clans satisfied a curiosity she hadn't yet discovered, and once it was found, she couldn't wait for the next Gathering to arrive. The small she-cat had not been chosen often, but each visit had been treasured. 

Staying in sight of her own clanmates proved easiest, as they loped into the clearing with the typical speed, then fanned out to find someone familiar, or to sulk alone. Fogsight kept in pace with Lichenfrost, not enough to walk beside the she-cat, but enough to make use of her pathway. Though they hadn't interacted often in camp, or on patrols, the warrior found her pace through the crowd an easy one to follow, and give her opportunity to examine the cats around them without worry of running into someone or being stopped by a curious apprentice. This was suddenly halted though when the she-cat in front of her collided with another clan's warrior. Rainclan, her senses immediately told her. 

"Watch where you're going, you mangy fish-breath!" She snorted at the response. It was expected, which was unfortunate for the tom now in front of them who already looked startled enough. Lichenfrost was not particularly friendly with the other clans. Fogsight used the gap in the sudden conversation to make her way closer to the tom, and to alert the pair of her presence.
"I'm sure it was an accident. Are you two alright?" She asked, using her words as a reminder of the peace the clans were supposed to uphold tonight.

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There'll be no rest, there'll be no love.
There'll be no hero in the end who will rise above...

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Ears flattening against his skull, Rushwhisker flinched back from the harsh rebuke. Responding in kind to an attitude like that was not something he had ever done before, he had always let such things roll easily off his back like water off a duck's feather. But his emotions were chaotic since learning Bluejay's death. His fur bristled and a sharp retort leapt to his jaws, his gaze narrowing angrily, but another she-cat intervened before he could speak and words he likely would have regretted saying died on his tongue.

He turned his attention to the more reasonable she-cat, his fur beginning to lie flat, and gave his chest a few quick licks as he reminded himself he was at a gathering. Was he all right? He gave a short laugh, a cold, bitter thing without humor. The two she-cats' TreeClan scent wreathed around him and made his heart squeeze painfully. He looked at them both for a long moment, perhaps awkwardly long, wondering if they had known Bluejay very well, musing that they could have been his Clanmates, had he made different choices.

He shook his head, shaking away those thoughts. It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered. His voice was quiet, as dull as his eyes as he looked at Fogsight, “Thanks for your concern.” She would have liked you. His ears flicked back briefly at the thought, wishing he could just stop. Stop thinking about her. He was beginning to understand how his mother's grief had driven her mad, he was beginning to think it was happening to him. An iciness entered his tone as he looked at Lichenfrost, “Sorry for disturbing you.”

He didn't sound sorry at all, and he wasn't. He might have been able to muster a genuine apology had she not reacted like a bad tempered fox and tried to bite his head off, but as she had, it was the most she was going to get from him. It was better than anything else he wanted to say to the frosty she-cat. He chose to ignore her then, dipping his head slightly to Fogsight as he turned to leave, hoping the brief, unfortunate encounter was over as quickly as it had begun. He shouldn't have come, he was in no state for diplomacy, but he paused as he tried to decide just where he should go. At this point there were cats everywhere, and even trying to get away from everyone was likely to send him into another unwanted interaction.

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The shining light will sink in darkness,
victory for hate incarnate.

@medusa
williams

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Lichenfrost

58 Moons, TreeClan, (S) Warrior

I've got a heart full of pain
A head full of stress

Green eyes burning, Lichenfrost felt her lip start to curl as the tom flinched backwards with his ears flattening. She felt torn between being sorry for snapping at the cat out of surprise and the other half wanting to swipe a claw across his ears for being from another clan and for being clumsy.

Hearing another voice, the she-cat whipped her head around - ready to snap at whoever was butting in, pausing as she realized it was Fogsight, the intense stare unmistakable. How long had she been there? Lichenfrost grunted a half-hearted greeting rather than snapping at her for getting involved. Fighting with her own clanmates was not a good message to send to other clans. Despite her usually aggressive nature, Lichenfrost had never had a dislike towards Fogsight. The cream cat was weird no doubt but not in a bad way - plus her quietness was a welcome change from the other Treeclanners that could only gossip about others.

Lichenfrost's ears went crooked at Fogsight's words, she felt like a kit being scolded. She snorted loudly, resting her haunches as she turned her narrowed stare to Rushwhisker, who was staring at the two of them like some sort of frozen rabbit. Upon hearing his apology, Lichenfrost couldn't resist clawing at him with a comment, her tail whipping against the ground in anticipation.

 "Only cowards don't say what they mean." She scoffed loudly at Rushwhisker's retreating form, turning her head to meet Fogsight's intense blue gays. "Rainclan foxhearts don't deserve peace here or anywhere, not after what they tried to do to Stoneclan." She muttered, trying to reply to the subtle message the smaller she-cat had delivered.

A handful of anger inside my chest

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angery williams @zen

[williams]

into that bright world to I go

Concern bloomed for the tom in front of her, but Fogsight could not place where that concern came from. She should recognize him, a thought struck out, but no name came to her tongue. He looked sad, like his world had suddenly lost the brightness it deserved. The warrior dipped her head in response to his reply. He was trying to keep strong, Fogsight thought, I wonder what happened to cause such a sad look? Curiosity made her step towards the tom, but it was not to be. Her clan mate's words had scared him off, at least enough to disengage with the pair as he searched for a better spot in the clearing.

As the tom turned away, Fogsight felt a sigh boil up. Gatherings were for interacting, learning about one another. It was a great joy for the warrior. She knew those back home would be interested as well, wanting stories of what happened. She was not going to snap at her clan mate, but the feeling still appeared. Her tail lashed once as a physical way to remove her frustration. "They had their reasons I'm sure." The smaller warrior said in response to the fox-hearted comment made by Lichenfrost. It had been a while since Stoneclan had been chased out, but not so far into the past that her fellow warrior remembered it with a grudge. Fogsight quietly hoped Rushwhisker hadn't heard, but it was a fruitless thought to have. Of course he had, Lichenfrost made sure of that. "Instead of chasing them away, perhaps you could ask why they made that decision. Take their stories and use them against Rainclan, if they choose to come our way." Fogsight looked back at Lichenfrost with mild annoyance, letting just enough slip out to share with the she-cat. Arguing with her clan-mate at a gathering was not becoming of a warrior so her words became neutral, yet aimed to appease to Lichenfrost's prickly outer shell.

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The light that showed the way is gone and darkness takes control.
Bitterness and anger are quick to fill the void...

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Rushwhisker's pelt bristled slightly and he paused midstep as she called him a coward simply for trying to remain polite. But it struck him deeper than that, and his heart squeezed painfully. She was right. He was a coward. If he had just said what was in his heart, perhaps.... He had thought it had been the harder path, to stay with his Clan, and he had been told by others that the right path is often the most difficult, so it felt right? But maybe he'd just been afraid, a coward. Maybe all those noble ideals he had clung to had just been a sad excuse, and sticking with what he knew, what was familiar, had been easier, less scary, than trying to forge ahead with Bluejay into a future that would never be easy.

He shook his head, about to keep moving. She could call him what she liked. She was probably right anyway. But he caught her words about StoneClan and stayed still, his ears pressing back against his skull, not in anger, but in shame. He turned back to her, managed to raise his head slightly, and met the she-cat's eyes, unwavering, “You're right. What RainClan did was unforgivable.” His tail lashed behind him as he cast a glance toward the gathered medicine cats and spat, his fury bubbling to the surface, “And now we've invited the traitor that led us to massacre and run out an entire Clan right back into our midst.”

He turned back to Lichenfrost, his tone acidic, “I'm not proud of my Clan. Not anymore.” His jaws snapped shut before he could utter the next words on his tongue. I see them for what they really are. They don't deserve my loyalty, and they never have. He gave up Bluejay for them. He should never have let her go for anything. He stepped closer to the she-cat, “I thought they could change. I thought we could work toward redemption together. But it seems they don't care, not so long as they can have their precious fraud of a medicine cat. Not so long as they can feel safe. But you're right. We don't deserve it. We don't deserve peace. We've learned nothing from our past mistakes.”

The memory of Bitternwing coming upon him telling Bluejay about their Clan troubles flitted through his mind, but he didn't care who heard him this time. Lichenfrost was right. He should say what he means. Let the entire Clan hear for all he cared. His fury began to cool and he glanced away, taking a deep breath, “I can only hope that the other Clans have the capacity to learn from our mistakes... at least some good will have come from it.”

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The cold seems to grow in my soul, it's consuming me.
Growing jaded, being pushed, being pulled, I'm unraveling.

@medusa
williams

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Lichenfrost

58 Moons, TreeClan, (S) Warrior

I've got a heart full of pain
A head full of stress

Lichenfrost's ear twitched as she saw Fogsight's tail lash and thumped her tail twice on the hard ground, lifting her nose in blatant mimicry. What was she angry for? It was just an enemy clan cat. It doesn't matter if his feelings are hurt. They should be chasing him away, not defending his clan's reasons. She growled low in her throat and stared hard at the ground, her shoulders hunched.

Hearing the tom speak again, the warrior met his gaze steadily, an ear twitching in surprise at his return - staying silent throughout his small speech. Lichenfrost had never heard another warrior admit that they believed their clan was in the wrong, let alone a warrior from a different clan. She watched him carefully as he spoke, gears suddenly clicking into place and her eyes flared with recognition as he spoke of Rainclan's medicine cat.

Lichenfrost knew him! Not personally but she had seen him before, a long time ago. A Treeclan she-cat and a Rainclan tom, meeting together under the cover of night where only their fur could be between them. She saw them once, her breath caught in her throat at the shocking sight, and hurriedly backed away from the symbol of a broken warrior code. Lichenfrost didn't mention it again but the scene always reared its head like a snake whenever she had seen the late medicine cat in Treeclan camp.

“I can only hope that the other Clans have the capacity to learn from our mistakes... at least some good will have come from it.”

The silver she-cat remained quiet for several heartbeats, wondering if Rushwhisker was speaking about his mistake, the mistake of entertaining a forbidden love. Her gaze was softer than it had been and was blanketed with a guarded curiosity. 

"Was that she-cat your mistake?" She said, quickly glancing towards the medicine cats and back to Rushwhisker, aiming to put some meaning into her words. Was Bluejay a mistake? "Maybe being your mistake is why she died." She meowed, not realizing the potential venom behind those words, not seeing the hint that the medicine cat's death was solely his fault, not hearing how cruel the guarded curiosity in her tone made her sound.

A handful of anger inside my chest

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angery williams @zen

[williams]

into that bright world to I go

As Fogsight watched, she felt the air crackle with tension from history long over. The pair focused on one another, drawing their energy to each other while creating a protective barrier to prevent more cats from joining in. Neither warrior wanted to back down, speaking almost over her head in their anger. Rushwhisker's whole being became tense, words sharper than the thorns on the bushes around camp. History, she determined, was leading his words. This was an event that was bigger than a single cat, Fogsight knew. It filled a larger corner of her mind, growling and racing forward like a defensive mother badger whenever the moment was brought up. It was almost overwhelming to her, but with trained practice, she cornered the memories again. “I can only hope that the other Clans have the capacity to learn from our mistakes... at least some good will have come from it.” Learning, Fogsight nodded in agreement, that is why we are here under the full moon. To move forward from the mistakes of the past.

Yet the conversation was not sated with the Rainclan tom's quiet acceptance of his clan's failure, Lichenfrost's gestures suggesting something larger at hand. Fogsight searched her memory during the pause. Yet nothing came up. She knew him from gatherings, and that was it. Frustration bloomed again, her expansive memory coming up empty. There was still more of the world to know. "Was that she-cat your mistake?" Fogsight pricked her ears up in surprise. What she-cat? The pair had glanced over to the medicine cats, Fogsight followed suit to search for the answer. Swanfeather? "Maybe being your mistake is why she died."

Oh. Oh.

Only one medicine cat had died recently. The link was made, and though their connection was currently unclear, the warrior could make a guess. "Lichenfrost." Her voice was sharp, forcefully putting herself back into the conversation. "That is enough." Her figure did not cut an opposing picture, yet Fogsight stepped between the two cats anyways. She channeled everything said about her being too intense to be around to build the air around her into a larger presence. "Do not mock a cat's grief. Rushwhisker has chosen his clan, whether or not that is where is heart is, that should be enough for you." With a shove, Fogsight pushed Lichenfrost a step back. "Let him be."

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Enemies surround me but the worst appear as friends.
Liars and pretenders only seek to reach their ends...

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That she-cat? Rushwhisker looked up in time to see Lichenfrost glance toward the medicine cats. At first she thought maybe the TreeClanner was talking about Swanfeather, though her words still didn't quite make sense, until she spoke again. His ears angled forward in surprise, his eyes growing wide. Was she... did she mean Bluejay? Had Bluejay... confided in her? He shrank back, seeming to wilt. Was she blaming him for Bluejay's death? Had it had something to do with him? Bluejay had seemed happy, serving as TreeClan's medicine cat. She didn't have to hurt cats anymore, didn't have to fight, and her new position gave her permission to ignore the petty rivalries of the Clans, to help any cat who needed her. It was the perfect path for her... wasn't it?

He dug his claws into the earth to keep himself from sinking any lower, pushed himself back up, with a great amount of effort, and with a sad but confident gaze, met Lichenfrost's own, “She was not a mistake.” His voice cracked and he paused a moment, but his tone was firmer when he next spoke, “Everything else was.” Fogsight pushed between them then and he took a step back as the smaller she-cat gave her Clanmate a shove away from him. He cast his gaze up at the stars, glittering coldly above. He had found comfort in them once, but now he knew they were only observers, that they didn't care one way or the other what happened to the cats they watched over. There was no longer any comfort for him in the stars. He understood his sister's skepticism now, her lack of faith. After what she had gone through in the mountains she had learned of StarClan's true nature as well.

Whether or not his heart was with his Clan...? He turned his gaze back to Fogsight, though he wasn't really looking at her. His heart... it was with Bluejay. It would always be with Bluejay. Did that mean his heart was dead? Is that why he felt so... empty? He shook his head slightly, not wanting to be here anymore. He didn't want to talk about Bluejay. He didn't want to talk about anything with these cats. If Lichenfrost knew about him and Bluejay, good for her. Let her leap up on the great rock and proclaim the knowledge to the entire gathering. He stared blankly up at the leaders on the great rock, again thinking back to the one time he had addressed the Clans from that vantage point in Stormstar's stead. His Clan had a made a liar of him by bringing Swanfeather back into their midst. They dishonored themselves and insulted StoneClan.

His head hurt, his legs trembled, and he sat heavily. He didn't know what to do anymore. He just wanted to go home, but RainClan no longer felt like home. His Clan had become something he did not recognize... or maybe he had? He didn't know, but he did know he didn't want to be at the Gathering any longer. He should never have come to begin with. He found himself rising, his paws carrying him away as he turned back toward familiar territory. Then he was running, bounding over the border and leaving Lichenfrost and Fogsight far behind.

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Everything is breaking, right before my eyes.
Looking in the mirror, I see someone that I don't recognize.

@medusa
williams

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Lichenfrost

58 Moons, TreeClan, (S) Warrior

I've got a heart full of pain
A head full of stress

Lichenfrost's eyes widened in confusion as Fogsight spoke up, her tone suddenly harsh. The bigger she-cat moved back a bit as she was shoved and was caught completely off-guard by the warrior's 'sudden' anger.  

Was she defending this stranger against her? He wasn't even in the same clan. Feeling a flash of hurt, Lichenfrost thudded her tail against the ground with enough force to cause pain - giving herself something else to focus on beside the uncomfortable sensation in her belly. Her green gaze burned into her paws as the she-cat shoved down the hurt that she had kept at bay for so long. So what if Fogsight was getting all huffy, it shouldn't bother her.

Glancing up, Lichenfrost caught a glimpse of Rushwhisker's tail as he fled the gathering. Brief confusion plagued her mind and she glimpsed at Fogsight, wondering if she had done anything. Looking at the smaller she-cat, Lichenfrost felt the hurt and anger from her clanmate picking a RC warrior over her. She huffed again, turning away from Fogsight, her tail still lashing like an angry snake. 

"I'm leaving." Lichenfrost muttered abruptly, walking away from the gathering. She had had enough of all these cats and cast a sharp glare over the crowd before trotting back towards Treeclan territory.

A handful of anger inside my chest

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> williams @zen

[williams]

into that bright world to I go

Rushwhisker had spoken behind her, but his suddenly departure was unexpected. Fogsight kept her gaze on his vanishing form with a sudden sadness. Gatherings were for meeting the other clans and getting to know them. Not necessarily to become friends, but to learn that their lives were moving along too. Each clan had the same dynamics after all: a leader, a deputy, a medicine cat, warriors and apprentices. Those to care for, and those to protect. It only made sense to the young warrior that she should get to know them. She didn't necessarily agree with Rushwhisker's choice to love another clan's cat, but he had chosen his clan instead. And it still broke his heart, a thought reminded her, the tom now completely out of sight.

Turning back to Lichenfrost, the sudden anger, and hurt slapped Fogsight like a sharp cross-wind in a rain storm. A shiver traveled across her spine, confusion filling her eyes at Lichenfrost's curt, "I'm leaving." She wanted to call after the she-cat, but knew it would be in vain and draw unnecessary attention. Once Lichenfrost set her sight on something, she was not going to back down. And neither did I. Fogsight thought back, letting the words replay over and over to find the break that caused not one of her talking companions to leave, but both of them. Slowly her thoughts came into understanding. It wasn't right to antagonize another clan's cat at a gathering, that was fact one. It could lead to an outright fight which would cause Starclan to end the gathering early. Then the cats in question would get punished at home, put on apprentice duties or worse depending on the severity of the fight, or cloud cover. That was why she had stepped in, risking perhaps a precariously balanced friendship to keep the peace.

It was foolish, Fogsight decided. Though, Starclan made decisions that weren't always right. One decision was putting Rushwhisker's love in another clan. He could never be with her, without causing a social uproar between the two clans in question. He would have to wait, or move on. But the cat Fogsight just met was not going to move on, he had made his decision-deemed wrong in his eyes- and was waiting. He would have to wait to for death to be reunited with her, if Starclan even allowed the crossed clan cat's to be together. Yet why else had she stepped in? Was she trying to protect the other clan's cat from Lichenfrost's tongue? Fogsight lived with the she-cat. She knew her temper, her sharp words that sounded like mockery, and for the most part were. But Lichenfrost was also a dedicated warrior, working hard and sighing wistfully at the arrival of new kits. Fogsight was one of the few members of Treeclan that could stand Lichenfrost for more than a couple moments. She rather enjoyed traveling with the taller warrior, her strides sleek and easy to keep pace with. Her voice was easy to listen to as well, not exactly the pleasant deepness of a tom cat's meow, but Fogsight still enjoyed their conversations. A sigh escaped. Had she stepped in to capture the attention of the sharp she-cat? An unknown feeling boiled up at the thought. Surely she had just stepped in to keep the peace, right?

Overwhelmed, Fogsight sat right where she stood. A heaviness draped across her shoulders, one that would have to be addressed later. For now, Fogsight turned her attention to the leaders, starting their call for attention, her gaze solemn.

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