A Joyous New Occasion [Leopardpaw Gathering] Finished May 13, 2019 18:32:56 GMT -5
Post by Abyss on May 13, 2019 18:32:56 GMT -5
Newleaf 25 - The sun is bright and strong. There is a faint breeze, though ultimately it is pleasantly warm out and a fine day for hunting, battle training, or basking in the heat of the day.
The Treeclan Apprentice's heart had been racing that morning. It was the day that most, if not all, cats looked forward to, or at least he assumed so. It was the day of the Gathering! The thought of the gathering had caused Leopardpaw to wake from his nest earlier than usual, a little bit before the sun would cast its bright and warming rays across the valley from over the distant mountains. The yellow-amber gaze of the tom opened almost instantly as soon as his body began to wake. His head lifted, only to realize that he seemed to be the only one awake. As much as he didn't want to, he chose to stay in his nest for a bit. He had been laying on his side, his wounded leg facing towards the ceiling of the den, when he heard a familiar voice. When he heard Lionstar's voice boom through the camp, a hopeful fire blazed in the tom's chest as he stood and slowly exited the Apprentice den. His eyes locked onto his Leader, ears perked and eyes hopeful. Lionstar was announcing who would be going to the gathering. Leopardpaw waited and waited and waited until a large smile formed over his face. His name had been called! He was going to his first gathering!
Walking at a limp alongside his clanmates, Leopardpaw found himself travelling in the direction of Starclan's Claws, a place he had been to once or twice previous. He had been in the clearing before, but only when it was empty. This time would be different. The clearing would be full of cats and all of the clan Leader's would be there. As he walked, at first all he could think of was how many cats would be there. But then a thought crossed his mind. Windpaw! There was a chance that Windpaw was going to be there! A slight spring erupted into the tom's injured pace at the thought of seeing the silver tabby. He hadn't seen her in almost a whole moon, and the last time he had things had went from cheerful to disastrous. Luckily, that fox hadn't been spotted anywhere around the territory.
As Treeclan arrived to the gathering, the handsome tom's eyes grew wide. There were already a bunch of cats, and, if he was correct, not all of the clans were even there yet! He saw only two Leaders at the perches overlooking the clearing. One was quite a large, sandy-brown tabby tom with broad shoulders. The other was a very bright cat with a coat of snow white fur adorned with darker markings and bright blue eyes that he could see from the other side of the clearing. He didn't know the names of the two Leader's, nor did he know which clans they led, but he was still excited regardless.
As all of the Treeclan cats began to disperse, Leopardpaw looked around, hopeful that a familiar face would appear. But even as the final two clans arrived, he felt a slight disappointment when that face didn't appear. Even though he did have that thought in his mind, he was still excited and still held a smile on his face. He sat somewhat near the edge of the clearing, giving his leg a break. He took a seat and adjusted himself so that his wounded leg slightly stuck out from his body. He probably looked quite uncomfortable, but his expression didn't show it.
Admittedly, he did feel pain still, as to be expected. After the incident with the fox and the three large cuts down his back right leg he had received, for about a week he found himself in the Medicine Cat den. His cuts had taken forever to stop bleeding, but they did eventually form into scabs, which only made it slightly more painful to move his leg and much easier to make them bleed again. It was difficult being confined to the den surrounded by the mingling scents of herbs, but he wouldn't say he disliked it. He got to talk with Falconstorm a bit and got to see things from a different point of view. When the scabs had dried up enough and the cuts had each started to slightly heal, Leopard was released from the den, but was instructed to return if any of the cuts opened again or if he needed a pain-killer. Now, almost a moon later, the smaller scabs that had formed over the smallest of the three cuts had fallen away and his skin was hairless and bright pink in that spot. The other two scratches were still getting to that point.
Once all of the clans had arrived, Leopardpaw waited for when the announcements would begin.
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