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Re: February Gathering

@Charmer @Zero to Hero

Juniperpaw did catch the brief flicker of darkness that shadowed Surgestorm's face but she decided not to call him out on it. However, she silently assumed the WindClan feline knew something she didn't based off his responses, something that had to do with his deceased clanmate. It's none of my business, she told herself. ``Oh, his poor family. You must've done everything you could've.`` Juniperpaw was doing her best to keep the air light, which was quite difficult considering the topic. ``RiverClan wasn't hit too hard. We happened to arrive toward the end of the battle.``

She too was distracted by Shinefang's comment and she followed his gaze to stare at the leaders above them. Juniperpaw had kept one ear strained towards the argument and in her opinion, she felt Fallenstar was going too far. As his medicine cat and clanmate though, she was going to support him. Juniperpaw was careful to maintain a neutral expression, not too eager to let other felines take note of her thoughts on the matter. She was just about to respond to Surgestorm when an ear-splitting crack sounded and a tree was knocked to the ground. She peered past heads and bodies to see a pool of crimson liquid which she recognized as blood. Juniperpaw couldn't bring herself to move or even make a sound. She could only stare, three words running through her mind, StarClan is angry.

Re: February Gathering

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Originally Posted by Zero to Hero (Post 475982)

"Not too bad, we had one death, but..." Surgestorm's face darkened for a moment, but it was gone so quickly it would have been hard to catch. Shinefang may have noticed if he had been looking, but there was no telling with Juniperpaw. He deserved it. He thought, but instead said: "...our clan took it okay. It was too bad for his kits, having to lose their father." He sighed after her spoke, trying to dislodge the anger and stress. "How about on your end?" The medicine cat was curious despite RiverClan being on the other's side, so used to not taking sides when it came to healing that he rarely thought about it anymore. His gaze swiveled away from Juniperpaw at Shinefang's whisper, finally realizing he had been unfocused on everything happening around him as he was casually talking to the other medicine cats. He gaze refocused on the leaders who were debating, some missing from the group, and then on the looming clouds beyond those leader who were there. In any other circumstances, he would have laughed at Shinefang's comment. "Anyone else have a bad feeling?" He yellow gaze returned to them for a moment.

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Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx (Post 476257)

Not a moment had passed after Shinefang's little joke, the argument among the leader's had somehow managed to get uglier. Then the air in the clearing exploded with a deafening thunderclap that lit up the clearing like it was sunhigh. It was brief, but he could clearly see the faces of the two other medicine cat, and the horror on the leader's faces as a tree fell behind him. Shinefang spun, not bothering to cover his wince as the sudden movement, and saw with growing horror that there was blood pooling under the fallen tree as the light from the moon dimmed under the cover of clouds. Shinefang looked at Surgestorm, then at Juniperpaw, and getting to his feet with a grunt he started to pad toward the fallen tree with a grimace plastered on his face against the ache as he moved to check on the unlucky cat.

Re: February Gathering

Fallenstar’s condescension and utter lack of understanding was infuriating, enough to raise Rabbitfluff’s hackles in irritation. Who did this cat think he was, spewing accusations and unfounded opinions? “Who knew RiverClan was desperate enough to let a kittish-minded mousebrain lead them into destruction,” he huffed under his breath, blue eyes cold with resentment for RiverClan-- no, not RiverClan. Rarely did he hold a grudge against one specific cat, but he decided he absolutely despised Fallenstar after his actions this evening. They were quite rude and childish, he ought to be ashamed of himself; he was a disastrous figurehead.

To tell SkyClan’s respected leader--and his closest friend--Grousestar to stay out of the mess Fallenstar had created was crossing a line. If he didn’t know that, he was a bigger idiot than those who let him be leader. Examining Grousestar, he could see the tension radiating off of the tom in how his jaw was set, muscles taught. Rabbitfluff was used to Grousestar’s cheerful demeanor and happy expression, yet in its place was a blank expression that proved to be unreadable.

When Grousestar directed harsh words at Fallenstar, Rabbitfluff was stunned for a few long moments, never knowing him to be so bold. It wasn’t as if he was a pushover, but ..this? He had no idea Grousestar had the guts to tell off another leader (rightfully) in such an audacious way. Fallenstar had done nothing but deserve it in his opinion, however it still shocked him to watch Grousestar verbally berate another. Not only did he intervene, but he was clearly not backing down -- ears tilting forward to hear Grouse better, Rabbitfluff felt a touch of warmth spread through his pelt, rising to his cheeks. To top it off, Grousestar wasn’t being brash or obnoxious as some of the other leaders were, it was incredibly cold and elegant in how he knocked Fallenstar down a couple pegs.

Rabbitfluff’s gaze was wide with astonishment and curiosity at what he’d witnessed SkyClan’s leader do, completely throwing him for a loop. He didn’t realize Grousestar had that sort of power in him, that confidence. It was undeniably attractive in what he’d done: essentially shut down the belligerent fool of a cat with his intellectually superior reasoning and graceful phrasing. A silly, moonstruck grin crept onto Rabbitfluff's muzzle, once again reminded of how wonderful Grousestar was.

Startled from his thoughts, the crash of thunder shook him to his core, and he suddenly felt smaller, even more so than he usually did. He glanced in time to see the branch snap loose, hurdling downward onto a yowling cat-- he averted his gaze, knowing he didn’t want to see the end of that. His stomach twisted in painful knots, and he was glad Grousestar was giving the departure signal to SkyClan.

As soon as Grousestar leapt from the Seastones, Rabbitfluff was high-tailing his way out of the crowd; he didn’t like being among cats to begin with, and it was time to leave. Everything from StarClan had seemed to suggest they were overstaying their welcome, breaking an unspoken truce of peace, and he was more than willing to return to SkyClan. He could distance himself physically and mentally from their chaos. Swerving through the sea of felines and wondering if he’d have an opportunity to speak with Grousestar, Rabbitfluff scuttled hurriedly toward where SkyClan was gathering to depart.