At Firestar's signal, the Clan bounded off. Rabbitpaw bounced along with them, the quicker pace almost disguising his bunny hops. Almost. Among his Clanmates, though, he didn't mind. Nearly every cat in LightningClan knew of his odd gait, and very few commented on it anymore. He was proving himself capable despite it, and that's what really mattered.
His strong hindlegs allowed him to keep pace with the older warriors, and the night air brushing his fur felt nice after the heat of the day. The moon hung full and bright overhead, and the sky was clear. StarClan willing, the peace would hold.
He hadn't been at the last Gathering, but he'd heard the stories. A small shiver ran down his spine, and he sent up a swift prayer that no foxes would terrorize them tonight.
It wasn't long before StarClan's Claws came into view, the spires of rock towering far above Rabbitpaw's head. His pawsteps slowed as he gazed upward in awe. A gentle nudge from behind had him startling back into pace, and his eyes dropped to the clearing in front of him.
'There are so many cats…'
The scents hit him a moment after, a hodgepodge of trees and water and marsh and mountain air, causing his nose to crinkle involuntarily at the onslaught. He moved off to the side as the LightningClan patrol melded with the crowd, caramel eyes scanning the cats spread out before the great rock.
He was here, standing on ground sacred to the Clans, gathered on a night of peace, but Rabbitpaw had one major concern.
Post by ▲ Fabrication on Oct 12, 2019 9:31:54 GMT -5
o you think NightClan will be there tonight?" Robinpaw asked quietly, remembering Lionstar's discovery of the flooding that had cut the nocturnal Clan off from their prized territorial boundary. Brushfire seemed surprised at being addressed, his ginger fur glowing orange in the warm full moon light. He was a quiet warrior, but Robinpaw had found herself falling in beside him, and it didn't feel right to at least attempt a conversation with her clanmate. "Probably not." He meowed thoughtfully. "I'd say they're still suffering after the flooding, and it wouldn't be wise to trek all the way to StarClan's claws if they have sick, injured and hungry cats to worry about." He frowned, flicking an ear. "Then again, NightClan are known for their recklessness and pride." They said nothing at all for the rest of the journey. Part of that was because Robinpaw didn't know what else to say. She'd become quieter following Yewfang's and Lionstar's deaths and the sighting of the fierce lynx, Demon. She was more withdrawn, pouring herself into her training as though it were the only thing that mattered to her. Her glowing green eyes flickered behind her for just a moment, finding her brother in the crowd of TreeClan warriors that streamed through the moon-dappled forest. His brown pelt and bright eyes made him look so much like their father. She turned her eyes away, not wanting to catch his gaze. This would be the first time they'd seen StarClan's Claws since...
TreeClan spilled into the clearing like a stream, and Robinpaw was immediately hit by the stench of NightClan. Wrinkling her nose at their pungent scent, Robinpaw found herself hanging back while the rest of her clanmates avoided mingling with their enemy warriors. It seemed no TreeClan cat was interested in so much as acknowledging the attendance of the NightClan warriors. Robinpaw had attended a gathering before, when she was quite young, as a reward for her eagerness to learn in contrast with her trouble-making littermates. She wanted to stick close by Falconstorm's side, but that was what kits did, wasn't it? Robinpaw was twelve moons old now, starting to file out into the sturdy build of a TreeClan warrior. She didn't have to huddle beside her mentor like a frightened fresh 'paw. Another familiar scent bathed her tongue. LightningClan had arrived. She watched as Redscar led the skinny, swift warriors into the light, their pelts smooth against the Greenleaf warmth. Now that NightClan and TreeClan were not alone, the cats seemed to relax somewhat. Some even approaching others for conversation. Robinpaw didn't know where to sit, or what to say.
Standing a short distance from her was a long-legged brown tabby tom, looking as lost as she did. Feeling a twinge of empathy, the tortoiseshell apprentice approached him, noticing fairly quickly that he must be a LightningClan cat. "Hey." She meowed quietly, a brief smile brightening her face. "You need somewhere to sit?" She gestured towards the edge of the crowd, where a small space was visible in the light from the full moon.