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The Gathering
LEAF-FALL, DAY TWENTY-FIVE, YEAR EIGHT
While the day dawns bad weather, an eerie harvest moon hangs reddish-orange and huge in the night sky.
RainClan
He was quiet. Gatherings were now nothing new for him, and things were weighing on his mind. He watched the clans as much as possible, gathered information from their actions and word back from his medicine cats. With the deaths of the previous leaders coming one after the other and the rising of their deputies things were changing. He had gone from the youngest of them to now one of the oldest. Or in the least, in a group of his peers.
Silverstar was tired of the drama of the other clans, but he knew eventually he'd have to start dealing with them again. He couldn't care less about the other clans or what they did so long as it didn't effect RainClan directly. They could handle their own, let the issues of others remain untouched. But he was willing to start looking at the new leaders as more reasonable than those that came before.
He'd gathered his clan and headed onwards, ignoring the chatter going on around him. Nothing new, and his slender form still stood out amongst them. He was less vain of that fact now, but he did enjoy standing out from the other leaders. Silver pelt glimmered, but stood out in any season but leafbare.
Darkstar gazed down into StarClan’s Claws, surveying who had already arrived. The scent of RainClan was strong, and from the looks of it, they had been the first to arrive. Well, she needn’t waste any more time; the tortoiseshell leader raised her tail, and led her Clan into the hollow surrounded by the sharp spires of rock for which it was named. NightClan flowed behind her, bright-eyed and confident under the light of the full moon and the darkness in which they were the most comfortable.
She headed straight for the boulder in the center where Silverstar was already perched. In one fluid movement, she leaped onto the back of it, climbing to the top to settle near the RainClan leader. She gave him a nod and a murmured greeting before looking out over her cats again, already feeling the burn of impatience for the other Clans to arrive.
Pumastar made his way through TreeClan territory like a panther prowling back to his den. StarClan’s Claws was a place he often visited alone, but this time he had the opportunity of introducing several apprentices to the other clans. Deerstorm, Brushfire, and Acornfall all intermingled with the group of youth, being sure to preach civil conversation and the admirability of reticence. RainClan and NightClan had already infested the clearing by the time TreeClan arrived, though this was hardly a bother: most of the attending TreeClan cats were too young to hold a grudge against their dark-dwelling neighbors, or too tame to disrespect their precious StarClan and incite turmoil.
Pumastar deposited Mossheart at the base of the Rock Ledge before leaping up to take his rightful place on the leader’s platform. He made little eye contact with the other leaders, his dead amber gaze raking across the seas of gathered cats with indiscernible disinterest as they awaited the arrival of the other clans. When his turn to speak should come, Pumastar will clear the air and lay to rest the minds of those who cared for Lionstar with an eerie closure, moving on tactfully to address TreeClan’s territory expansion: a powerful, prudent, and civilized move for the already unsuspecting valley.
The old molly had attended several Gatherings through her long life as a dedicated warrior of Lightningclan, and many as a faithful deputy beneath the head figure of her large, red coated brother. This time, however, the lanky gray she-cat would be the one leading the mass of felines that trailed behind her thin form. The collective group quick to make their way through the rolling moors below the eerie red moon that hung full and low within the dark sky above head. She had specifically chosen cats with more tempered personalities, cats that would cause little trouble but also gather information from those of the other clans as they all mingled within the circle of Starclan's Claws. They had arrived in similar time as Treeclan, though in unique Owlstar fashion, the aging leader held up her long tail to keep her group stationed within the foliage surrounding the Gathering Site as she watched and observed with those wide, amber pools.
Silverstar, Darkstar and yet it seemed Pumafang now held a new title of prestige as Lightningclan's general like leader watched the massive tomcat leap to the rocks with gifted ease. Times were definitely different, cats grew old and died out to let the young sprout from the seeds placed at their paws, only Starclan truly knew what the future held. When Nightrunner slipped to her side, his larger size shadowing her near-scrawny form, did Owlstar finally give the signal for her clan to follow her in correct formation down into the opening of the hollow. Her head was held high, face a mask completely unreadable as she made her way with a purposeful stride towards the rocks on which the leaders gathered. With a quick leap, the elder molly made her way gracefully up with the three larger leaders. Per her usual personality, Owlstar gave an obligatory dip of her head out of respect but kept her whitening maw closed as she sat with her long tail wrapped around narrow paws, her gaze watching out over the sea of gathering pelts.
Birdstar's gray pelt is ruffled nearly the whole trek through StoneClan's territory, where the harvest moon casts an eerie glamor over the terrain. He walks with Sorrelclaw and Ebonyheart on either side of him, and his clanmates flank them like flying geese in formation. Despite the strange moon, StoneClan's spirits are high and they noisily enter StarClan's Claws. Birdstar's Clan arrives last but he leaps onto his stone pedestal without hesitation, not wanting to hold up the others. He gives greetings to the other leaders to be polite, but only nods deeply to TreeClan's new but familiar leading face: Pumastar. Birdstar proceeds to crane his head trying to seek out his other ally, the Tribe; however he does not spy Skyteller and his tail flicks uneasily.
Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Not a single Tribe cat graced the clearing beneath the frightening, reddish-orange moon. There was a slight sense of unease in the clearing as cats whispered about their absence, wondering if something terrible had happened.
RainClan
He was quiet. Gatherings were now nothing new for him, and things were weighing on his mind. He watched the clans as much as possible, gathered information from their actions and word back from his medicine cats. With the deaths of the previous leaders coming one after the other and the rising of their deputies things were changing. He had gone from the youngest of them to now one of the oldest. Or in the least, in a group of his peers.
Silverstar was tired of the drama of the other clans, but he knew eventually he'd have to start dealing with them again. He couldn't care less about the other clans or what they did so long as it didn't effect RainClan directly. They could handle their own, let the issues of others remain untouched. But he was willing to start looking at the new leaders as more reasonable than those that came before.
He'd gathered his clan and headed onwards, ignoring the chatter going on around him. Nothing new, and his slender form still stood out amongst them. He was less vain of that fact now, but he did enjoy standing out from the other leaders. Silver pelt glimmered, but stood out in any season but leafbare.
Attending: Silverstar, Emberlight, Dewfrost (NPC), Rustpaw, Koisplash, Fogcloud, Gullswoop, Frozensong, Poppypaw, Stormpaw, Sunripple (NPC), Berrybreeze (NPC).NightClan
Darkstar gazed down into StarClan’s Claws, surveying who had already arrived. The scent of RainClan was strong, and from the looks of it, they had been the first to arrive. Well, she needn’t waste any more time; the tortoiseshell leader raised her tail, and led her Clan into the hollow surrounded by the sharp spires of rock for which it was named. NightClan flowed behind her, bright-eyed and confident under the light of the full moon and the darkness in which they were the most comfortable.
She headed straight for the boulder in the center where Silverstar was already perched. In one fluid movement, she leaped onto the back of it, climbing to the top to settle near the RainClan leader. She gave him a nod and a murmured greeting before looking out over her cats again, already feeling the burn of impatience for the other Clans to arrive.
Attending: Darkstar (NPC), Clovermask, Smokefur, Shadowchaser, Stoatclaw, Stormripple, Badgerscar, Currantpaw, Ebonypaw, Baywhisker (NPC), Bluecloud (NPC) and Bonetail (NPC).TreeClan
Pumastar made his way through TreeClan territory like a panther prowling back to his den. StarClan’s Claws was a place he often visited alone, but this time he had the opportunity of introducing several apprentices to the other clans. Deerstorm, Brushfire, and Acornfall all intermingled with the group of youth, being sure to preach civil conversation and the admirability of reticence. RainClan and NightClan had already infested the clearing by the time TreeClan arrived, though this was hardly a bother: most of the attending TreeClan cats were too young to hold a grudge against their dark-dwelling neighbors, or too tame to disrespect their precious StarClan and incite turmoil.
Pumastar deposited Mossheart at the base of the Rock Ledge before leaping up to take his rightful place on the leader’s platform. He made little eye contact with the other leaders, his dead amber gaze raking across the seas of gathered cats with indiscernible disinterest as they awaited the arrival of the other clans. When his turn to speak should come, Pumastar will clear the air and lay to rest the minds of those who cared for Lionstar with an eerie closure, moving on tactfully to address TreeClan’s territory expansion: a powerful, prudent, and civilized move for the already unsuspecting valley.
Attending: Pumastar, Mossheart (NPC), Falconstorm, Sagepaw, Silentsong, Asterpaw, Harepaw, Mottledpaw, Shrikepaw, Moonpaw,, Deerstorm (NPC), Acornfall (NPC).LightningClan
The old molly had attended several Gatherings through her long life as a dedicated warrior of Lightningclan, and many as a faithful deputy beneath the head figure of her large, red coated brother. This time, however, the lanky gray she-cat would be the one leading the mass of felines that trailed behind her thin form. The collective group quick to make their way through the rolling moors below the eerie red moon that hung full and low within the dark sky above head. She had specifically chosen cats with more tempered personalities, cats that would cause little trouble but also gather information from those of the other clans as they all mingled within the circle of Starclan's Claws. They had arrived in similar time as Treeclan, though in unique Owlstar fashion, the aging leader held up her long tail to keep her group stationed within the foliage surrounding the Gathering Site as she watched and observed with those wide, amber pools.
Silverstar, Darkstar and yet it seemed Pumafang now held a new title of prestige as Lightningclan's general like leader watched the massive tomcat leap to the rocks with gifted ease. Times were definitely different, cats grew old and died out to let the young sprout from the seeds placed at their paws, only Starclan truly knew what the future held. When Nightrunner slipped to her side, his larger size shadowing her near-scrawny form, did Owlstar finally give the signal for her clan to follow her in correct formation down into the opening of the hollow. Her head was held high, face a mask completely unreadable as she made her way with a purposeful stride towards the rocks on which the leaders gathered. With a quick leap, the elder molly made her way gracefully up with the three larger leaders. Per her usual personality, Owlstar gave an obligatory dip of her head out of respect but kept her whitening maw closed as she sat with her long tail wrapped around narrow paws, her gaze watching out over the sea of gathering pelts.
Attending: Owlstar, Nightrunner (NPC), Kindleflare, Dandelionpaw, Batear, Cloudthroat, Goldenblaze, Silverburr, Skypaw, Maplepaw, Noblepaw, Palescreech (NPC), Mudfur (NPC).StoneClan
Birdstar's gray pelt is ruffled nearly the whole trek through StoneClan's territory, where the harvest moon casts an eerie glamor over the terrain. He walks with Sorrelclaw and Ebonyheart on either side of him, and his clanmates flank them like flying geese in formation. Despite the strange moon, StoneClan's spirits are high and they noisily enter StarClan's Claws. Birdstar's Clan arrives last but he leaps onto his stone pedestal without hesitation, not wanting to hold up the others. He gives greetings to the other leaders to be polite, but only nods deeply to TreeClan's new but familiar leading face: Pumastar. Birdstar proceeds to crane his head trying to seek out his other ally, the Tribe; however he does not spy Skyteller and his tail flicks uneasily.
Attending: Birdstar, Sorrelclaw (NPC), Ebonyheart, Thistlewhisper, Cloudtail, Antflame, Lynxfang, Ashpaw, Bonepaw, Cloverspring (NPC), Cicadasong (NPC).
Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Not a single Tribe cat graced the clearing beneath the frightening, reddish-orange moon. There was a slight sense of unease in the clearing as cats whispered about their absence, wondering if something terrible had happened.
Attending: None.