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The thin, lithe apprentice arrived, her silvery calico pelt glinting in the faint light of the stars. This was her very first gathering, and she'd never been so excited before in her life. Phantompaw smelled, as usual, of heather and blood. Her pale blue eyes were glinting with excitement. She hated Blazingstar, and StarClan was probably not real, but only Shinepaw knew this, so she had chosen to come. Sighing, she took in a deep breath, which was heavy with the scent of salt, causing her to wrinkle her nose. She gave her head a shake, sitting down, wrapping her thin gray and cream tail over her white paws, looking about. Never before had she seen so many cats in one place, and all of them smelled strongly of either the forest or pine sap or something. She pulled back her lips, the small WindClan apprentice waiting to see what all the fuss was about, as she didn't understand the excitement of the gathering. So far, it was noisy, smelly, and about things she disliked and didn't believe in. Her loyalties weren't with StarClan or even Blazingstar, and certainly not with the other Clans.
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Tawnypaw looked around, her gait hesitant and loping, which was normal for the small dark brown tabby cat. Her jaw was open in astonishment. She knew that there were many cats in each Clan, but never had she thought that it could be this many. Her fur was rather unkempt and messy. Usually, an apprentice's mother would make sure that their fur was as neat as possible for a gathering,
but Tawnypaw had none, not since the "liberation" as many wrongly put it. She hated ShadowClan, and SkyClan equally. They were the reason two of her brothers and her father were missing and her mother was dead. Sitting down, her deep amber eyes blazing with quiet fury, she stared down at her paws, her back turned to the leaders in an obviously disrespectful way. Giving her head a shake,
the young apprentice stared up at the sky, lips drawn back and tears glistening in her eyes. She couldn't bare it much longer. Sitting in a Clan full of these cats. The cats who'd celebrated her family's demise. Who's celebrated her mothers death. She couldn't. Quickly Tawnypaw squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out her surroundings. Trying to be strong.
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Kiwipaw bounded into where the gatherings were held. She was as old as any young warrior, but held the name of Kiwipaw, as she was an apprentice.
It was only because of her recently joining ThunderClan, but she'd first wanted to join under Gyrestar's rule, then had been held back by fires, and then Ratnight,
and then battle, and finally, after nearly five moons of waiting, she was an apprentice. Originally, her name had been Apurva, but now, she was Kiwipaw. Her fur was a sleek black and red color, not at all common for non-kittypet cats, so she stood out among a crowd. That was something she wasn't sure whether to be proud of or ashamed of, but she saw no point in being ashamed, for it would be as it would be. She could never, and probably would never want it different. Her thoughts wandered to Timberpa—
Timberstrike. Why was that so hard to remember? She supposed it was just because Timberpaw was the name she'd known him by for a long time, and the name he'd sported the day she'd met him. Shaking her head, she looked around in awe at the gathering mass of cats, like the central point of a thundercloud, gathering into a massive storm.
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The WindClan warrior settled herself, her ears flat against her head to help block out some of the chatter. She had good hearing, which made up for Wildpath's lack of sight. The brown tabby closed her eyes, hiding her unusual cloudy green-yellow eyes, making her look simply like any other warrior, just calm and relaxed, maybe thinking of something far off or simply deep in thought. Her thin brown tabby pelt was the only thing that was really normal about her. Her jaw was parted as she took in the scents and her ears constantly moving about as she tried to pick out the voice of the leaders. Unlike a lot of cats, Wildpath enjoyed talking with cats from other Clans, and quite wanted to, but she didn't dare walk around, because she knew that odds were, she would trip over someone. She didn't want that, not at all. Sighing quietly, she swung her head around, searching for the nearest cat that she could possibly talk with until the gathering was over. She hoped to find Mistyfoot, the kind RiverClan warrior she'd met moons ago at the border.
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Lioncry stood out among the rest, large and lean with muscles rippling under course golden brown fur. She was a warrior of SkyClan, and she was proud of it, too. A number of scars were buried under her pelt from when she'd fought in the battle while liberating these other Clans from their evil leaders. She glanced around, settling herself at the edge of where most of SkyClan had gathered, gazing up expectantly at the leaders, and at the deputies, one of which, she was proud to call family. She was very proud of what Auroraflame had achieved, but had never wanted to position herself. Leading wasn't something she was good at. She was far better at following someone else's lead. Lowering her deep amber gaze, she focused for half a heartbeat on the ground, covered in small smooth pebbles. The air smelled like salt and water, and she distantly heard the crashing of waves on the shore. It was a new place, and her new home. She missed the place she'd grown up, but wasn't about to go running back. That was something she'd never dream of doing.
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Geyserpaw bounced along cheerfully, his white and gray patched fur glinting in the light of the full moon. He loved full moons, as they always meant gatherings and gatherings meant meeting new cats and making friends. He smiled to himself, his round blue eyes full of excitement. Of course, this was his first gathering, but he'd heard all this from a very reliable source, and fully believed it. He attempted to sit down, but found himself restless, so he began running and hopping in a small circle, unable to hold still. He closed his eyes, and a moment later the RiverClan apprentice was sprawled on the rocky ground, struggling to get up, while laughing. How silly of him. He'd forgotten that running with his eyes closed was a very bad idea. Once again, be resumed his circle, and this time, Geyserpaw didn't close his eyes or fall over.
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