Gyrewind once again performed as Ashstar's filler, and he surely wasn't accustomed to being a sole feline ahead of his Clan. He felt odd feelings as he listened to the murmuring and padding cats behind him, stifling the urge to erupt and sprint across the canopy towards the gathering.
His silvery eyes focused on the palatial that was Seastones, drawing in the salty air so that it filled his lungs, rather then the smell of the forest. He admired the smooth stones that were bathed of the dying sunset and the slapping of the waves against the cost. It was a completely new world to walk through when dwelling in the forest. A new world his distracted mind would unfortunately have to ignore as his path tread through the crowd, and his cats filtered in among the Clans. Gyrewind beholded the up-standing rock formation that reached above the clearing, four silhouettes perched rightfully atop. Finally it set in that ThunderClan was the last Clan to arrive, thanks to himself. The thought sent a flash of embarrassment through Gyrewind, a sinking in his chest but he dared not let his ears fold or his head duck. Although his faced screwed up into something of worry, the deputy looked back up at the silhouettes above the stone. He took in another elongated, salty breath to sweep away the flash of embarrassment. Preparing his muscles, the feline ascended up the stone on lofty, nimble limbs. He had to suppress the sick feeling his stomach threatened when the four leaders became visible upon his arrival on the stone. Gyrewind's face was miraculously respectable when he stepped into the group, a casual coolness in his silver eyes, despite is former anxiousness. Whether or not they could sense his mediocre demeanor prior, he had to ignore.
"Hello, I'm Gyrewind. I suppose you already know where I'm from, and will act in Ashstar's absence tonight.'' The willowy feline's head dipped in the face of the presumable four leaders, coming back up with a warmly glowing face and grin. Gyrewind surveyed the four faces, as each of them were unfamiliar despite being the Clan leaders he and Ashstar negotiated with. He could pinpoint the scents from one another that came from the cats; Moorland, fish, marsh, and something outlandish. He found the long-haired she-cat an authoritative figure to represent ShadowClan with a mien he respected. Then the fish-smelling tom, well, he looked right out of RiverClan. He liked the way his eyes were so large and perfectly reflected the Seastones, and his sleek marbled fur with the most husky body out of all of them. The ginger cat, and rather appealing at that, he identified as WindClan looked not what Gyrewind expected from the wind-bathed cats. He was averagely short and had defined muscles. Gyrewind, on the other hand, was abnormally tall and unpleasantly slender, rather then the stereotypical broad-shouldered feline coming out of ThunderClan. If the two of them switched Clans, cats wouldn't question it because of how much the represented the other Clan. This made Gyrewind chuckle to himself, before drawing his eyes to the anticipated newcomer. The face of SkyClan was just as good looking as the last one. This cat had a tabby pelt, darkened by the shadows and flared to the face of the setting sun, a round face that was frosted with a grin and completed by salient green eyes. Any cat could get lost in this leader's charismatic friendliness, just by looking at him. Gyrewind expected everyone trying to rub off a good impression on the new Clan leader, not only for their Clan's sake, but for his luminous smile. While it were intelligent to befriend this crisis-relieving Clan, Gyrewind detected himself hoping for the cat's good will for his own sake. How shameful! Ashstar leaves for one (more) gathering, and his deputy is already trying to tickle his pleasure with the new Clan!