Silentpaw gave a smile as Fleetpaw scolded Shadepaw for flinging stones at her. It was quiet funny. Lessening to them talk some more, she nodded in agreement when her sister said tonight would be drama filled. Fleetpaw seamed to like all the drama but Silentpaw would prefer a peaceful meeting. She glanced at Shadepaw a few heartbeats then back up at the leaders and deputies. Wonder what it's like being a deputy's apprentice. It would have been cool if Stormbreeze became deputy. She thought to herself her tail flicking a few times. That's what she did when she was thinking. The play though of Fleetpaw asking her about having her eye on someone made her purr in silent amusement. Glancing at her sister she started looking for Mothpaw or Greenpaw, either one would work. Her sister or her close friend/secret crush that she wasn't sure about.
(Sorry that's so short.)
Shadepaw stopped immediately after Fleetpaw scowled at her. Shadepaw looked at Silentpaw. “Wait, she likes someone?” Shadepaw squealed excitedly. She turned around and began naming all of the apprentices she could think that Silentpaw was close too. She hammered on until she said something like Heronpaw, then Squirrelpaw, and then she said Greenpaw. “So, did I name them?” She meowed excitedly, hoping she had guessed it. She couldn’t remember any more apprentice names. She turned back to Fleetpaw. “Yeah, looks like.” She commented at the scowling leaders. She then turned back to Silentpaw, awaiting a nod or a shake of the head to if she had guessed her crush or not. Shadepaw shifted her paws uncomfortably, wanting to open her mouth again just to blabber on about a lot of other things.
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‘Run, Sprucefur! You have to run!’ Every step brought a stab of pain. The large cat was wheezing, but never faltered. Though every muscle screamed in exertion, he ran on. He was trusted with his job. ‘I would rather die now than give up. I have to keep going!’ Even with his fur slicked down from mud and bleeding from various scratches, he kept his green gaze focused ahead. Just when he was about to slow, he heard the rumble of conversation ahead. ‘Sea stones! Thank StarClan!’ Putting on an extra boost of speed, Sprucefur arrived, yowling to get the attention of the leaders and deputies. “Fallenstar!”
An earsplitting crash pierced the warrior’s ears. As the tom looked up, to his horror, he saw lightning strike the bough of an oak. Right above his head. Sprucefur attempted to move, but the beach fell on top of him, killing him instantly. As he lived his final moments, his last thought was this. ‘I failed.’
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"I'm not sure," Sunpelt responded thoughtfully. "I hope not." He tilted his chin at her, still deep in thought. "SkyClan wasn't in the battle, so you weren't there, but... it was bloody." For all their talk of bravery, ThunderClan wasn't one to forgive and forget. Not that he could especially blame them. Sunpelt had barely fought in the battle, but the scent of fear and rage took days to wash off his fur. He would be angry, too.
Sunpelt snapped out of his reverie and flicked his ears sheepishly. "Sorry... lost in thought. So it's your first Gathering?" He still remembered his first gathering, though it had been seasons since. He had been completely overwhelmed by the number of scents and pelts swarming his vision. "They're not usually this awkward," he said, only half-joking. The looks RiverClan and WindClan were exchanging were pure venom. I hope things don't get too out of control.
A hard shiver passed through Cherrypaw's body as Sunpelt spoke. She hadn't gotten a chance to much about the battle since SkyClan wasn't involved. The urge to ask Sunpelt about it burned on her tongue. She wanted to know everything about the battle. One day Cherrypaw would be involved in a big battle like that. The apprentice wanted to be prepared. Despite how badly she wanted to know more, the SkyClan she-cat held her tongue and nodded with understanding instead.
"It is." Cherrypaw could see the RiverClan tom retreat into his own memories for a heartbeat or two. She wondered if he was remembering his own experience at his first Gathering. It must have been awhile ago. The apprentice how different Sunpelt's first Gathering was from her own. She assumed all of the Clans had been present for his. "It's not too bad." The white cat mewed, trying to lift her own spirits. "At least I'm meeting some of the other Clans. Maybe I'll see ShadowClan and ThunderClan when I'm on a border patrol." The thought excited her. Perhaps she'd be apart of a little border skirmish too. Though she wasn't a pro fighter yet, Cherrypaw wanted to test her skills against an opponent who actually harm her unlike her mentor Blazingcomet. "I'm just happy to be here." The apprentice concluded.
“Oh... That’s too bad.” Snowbranch painfully remembered her upbringing. Her mother, a rouge, had given birth to her with a cat named Rowanbranch from Skyclan. When her mother believed her kit to be raised better with her father, she left her with Skyclan. Her father had already died, and Snow had been found by a patrol off the edge of the territory. Renamed Snowkit, she had been born clanner, only finding her heritage not a blockage in her path towards being the best Skyclan Warrior there ever was. “I used to imagine I had siblings, and I used to pretend I would play mossball with them.” She mused to Goldenpaw.
Snowbranch found it ironic that Goldenpaw didn’t have a mentor. Snowbranch, much like the yellow furred apprentice, hadn’t had a mentor either for a long while. Snowbranch sat down in a more comfortable spot, purring at the calm company of the small apprentice. The moon arched over the sky, and the leaders had begun the gathering. But where’s Thunderclan and Shadowclan? she wondered.
@Flameleaf is it okay if Dovepaw joins?
@Patch o’ Prickles
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Sure, they can join!
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Goldenpaw let out a sigh and glanced at the sky. The moon was still visible, but where were the other two clans? She turned to Snowbranch. “W-where are ShadowClan and ThunderClan?” She asked. “Shouldn’t they be here by now?”
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Silentpaw gave a smile as Fleetpaw scolded Shadepaw for flinging stones at her. It was quiet funny. Lessening to them talk some more, she nodded in agreement when her sister said tonight would be drama filled. Fleetpaw seamed to like all the drama but Silentpaw would prefer a peaceful meeting. She glanced at Shadepaw a few heartbeats then back up at the leaders and deputies. Wonder what it's like being a deputy's apprentice. It would have been cool if Stormbreeze became deputy. She thought to herself her tail flicking a few times. That's what she did when she was thinking. The play though of Fleetpaw asking her about having her eye on someone made her purr in silent amusement. Glancing at her sister she started looking for Mothpaw or Greenpaw, either one would work. Her sister or her close friend/secret crush that she wasn't sure about.
(Sorry that's so short.)
Mothpaw was swamped by a sea of unfamiliar cats. She had only paused for a moment to turn her head at a sudden cackle of laughter behind her, but when she padded forward to join the rest of the group she collided facefirst with an enormous warrior; Riverclan, by the smell. Eyes wide with startlement, she squeaked an apology and fled before the tom could turn around.
Now, tail puffed, Mothpaw opened her mouth in order to sift through the multitude of scents for something familiar. There! Silentpaw's scent drifted through the air and Mothpaw weaved desperately through the throng to reach her sister. "Silentpaw!!"
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A hard shiver passed through Cherrypaw's body as Sunpelt spoke. She hadn't gotten a chance to much about the battle since SkyClan wasn't involved. The urge to ask Sunpelt about it burned on her tongue. She wanted to know everything about the battle. One day Cherrypaw would be involved in a big battle like that. The apprentice wanted to be prepared. Despite how badly she wanted to know more, the SkyClan she-cat held her tongue and nodded with understanding instead.
"It is." Cherrypaw could see the RiverClan tom retreat into his own memories for a heartbeat or two. She wondered if he was remembering his own experience at his first Gathering. It must have been awhile ago. The apprentice how different Sunpelt's first Gathering was from her own. She assumed all of the Clans had been present for his. "It's not too bad." The white cat mewed, trying to lift her own spirits. "At least I'm meeting some of the other Clans. Maybe I'll see ShadowClan and ThunderClan when I'm on a border patrol." The thought excited her. Perhaps she'd be apart of a little border skirmish too. Though she wasn't a pro fighter yet, Cherrypaw wanted to test her skills against an opponent who actually harm her unlike her mentor Blazingcomet. "I'm just happy to be here." The apprentice concluded.
"It's pretty incredible at first sight," Sunpelt admitted. "The sense of Clan pride at a Gathering is incredible." His eyes lit up--like they always did when he could talk about a topic he was passionate about. "Without StarClan's Gatherings, the cats of this island would be all over each others' throats by now," he mused. "StarClan watched over us and gave us these Gatherings to suppress our primal urge to fight." He knew that half of these words would go over Cherrypaw's head, but it couldn't hurt to explain to her. Maybe it would come back to the young cat one day when she was older and wiser.
Sunpelt was cut off by a large yawn. He clamped his jaw closed, embarrassed by his bad manners. It's getting late. The RiverClan cats at camp must be asleep. "Where are the rest of the Clans?" he mewed indignantly. His worry had been replaced my impatience and frustration. At this point, he couldn't care less about why the Clans were late--he just wanted them to come so he could go home and sleep. His moss bed had never seemed so appealing.
He had forgotten about Cherrypaw for a moment, and he suddenly felt bad for the apprentice. "This is a horrible first Gathering for you," he mused pityingly.
"It's pretty incredible at first sight," Sunpelt admitted. "The sense of Clan pride at a Gathering is incredible." His eyes lit up--like they always did when he could talk about a topic he was passionate about. "Without StarClan's Gatherings, the cats of this island would be all over each others' throats by now," he mused. "StarClan watched over us and gave us these Gatherings to suppress our primal urge to fight." He knew that half of these words would go over Cherrypaw's head, but it couldn't hurt to explain to her. Maybe it would come back to the young cat one day when she was older and wiser.
Sunpelt was cut off by a large yawn. He clamped his jaw closed, embarrassed by his bad manners. It's getting late. The RiverClan cats at camp must be asleep. "Where are the rest of the Clans?" he mewed indignantly. His worry had been replaced my impatience and frustration. At this point, he couldn't care less about why the Clans were late--he just wanted them to come so he could go home and sleep. His moss bed had never seemed so appealing.
He had forgotten about Cherrypaw for a moment, and he suddenly felt bad for the apprentice. "This is a horrible first Gathering for you," he mused pityingly.
The little she-cat nodded, agreeing with Sunpelt. Cherrypaw had felt all of the air leave her lungs the first time that she saw all of the cats together. The RiverClan tom was right about the pride that each Clan held too. The SkyClan apprentice noticed that many of the RiverClan cats and WindClan cats weren't talking. Many of them casted side glances towards each other and glared behind the backs of others. It was many of the cats from Cherrypaw's own Clan that were making conversation. It seemed that RiverClan and WindClan were too prideful to be speaking to each other right now. The apprentice had understood what Sunpelt was talking about until he'd gotten to the primal urge part. She wasn't quite sure what he meant or what he was talking about, but she nodded all the same.
Sunpelt's yawn had made Cherrypaw yawn too. She couldn't remember the last time she stayed up this late. The answer was probably never. The young she-cat enjoyed her beauty sleep."Maybe they decided not to come?" She suggested. Perhaps both Clans were still upset about everything that had happened? ThunderClan must have been upset that they were attacked in their camp. ShadowClan's pride surely must have been hurt. "It looks as if the other leaders want to start without them."
"Oh, it's not so bad. I'm glad just to be here." She reassured the warrior. "It's not the best, but I guess the all of the other Clans are in the middle of a war, so I'll take what I can get. No offense, of course." Cherrypaw added when she remembered Sunpelt was apart of 'the other Clans.'
Coconutbreeze ears flicked from respectfully listening to the leaders to the warrior who yowled across the clearing at them. Her gaze narrowed a little before the SkyClanner got to her feet and approached the obviously angered ginger warrior. I don't believe speaking like that is allowed here, she thought to herself as she found herself pushing through the crowd until she stood before him.
The feline didn't look angry, just curious about this warrior's obvious dislike to the RiverClan leader. "Why did you say those things? I don't think it's allowed at the gatherings, you'll upset StarClan. You should allow the leaders to handle themselves," she spoke curtly, settling herself down and studying the feline.
fireflares ears perked at the molly. honestly, he didnt even notice she was there until a few seconds ago. skyclan. hm. they always seemed so passive when it came to these types of things. "i dont think youve been around these parts long enough to know how we handle things." he replied back. despite his words he was curt instead of aggressive or rude, turning his head back to the leaders with his ears raised in focus on what they were saying.
Juniperpaw didn't even notice Surgestorm until Shinefang mentioned the WindClan tom's presence. She dipped her head in a respectful greeting but couldn't help but add an upbeat ``Hi!``. She didn't know Surgestorm as well as she knew Shinefang but that didn't mean she couldn't be friendly - and her natural self with was potentially irritating. ``Caliapaw,`` Juniperpaw corrected, glancing briefly at Shinefang before turning back to Surgestorm. ``How were the injuries on your end? Treatable, I hope, not too many casualties?`` The 'paw was genuinely concerned about the well-being of WindClan. RiverClan itself mainly only faced a few scratches and she was interested in learning about the other clans. She didn't even consider the fact that their clans had different allies; after all, borders were not acknowledged by medicine cats.
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While Juniperpaw made small talk with Surgestrom, Shinefang turned his attention to the stone where the three leader's sat perched. It seemed that Blazingstar's attempt to start the Gathering without Thunderclan and Shadowclan present had gone over about as well as a cat jumping from a tree branch in the hopes that he might figure out flying. Now the new Riverclan leader, a burly black tom, was suddenly a huffy hissing mess. Pride welled in his chest as he watched his leader address the two. In the moon that Grousestar had been ill, Shinefang had gotten to know the tom as more than a leader or another clanmate, now he regarded the tabby tom as a friend as well. His claws nearly twitched from their sheaths as Fallenstar wheeled on his leader, and he leered, his tail thumping as he struggled to keep calm. Shinefang had been a warrior first and foremost, and his heart still called him to battle in spite of his pesky body's refusal to keep up. Next there was an unexpected wave of something like gratitude as Auroraflame spoke up, and pride again Grousestar retorted in a manner that was strong, but firm. He really was a good leader to Skyclan. Shinefang should know, he'd seen plenty. But watching the exchange, the old tom was suddenly struck with the absurdity of being surrounded by some of the closest advisers to Fallenstar and Blazingstar. As medicine cats, their leaders looked to them for guidance at times, especially regarding the Starclan. The way medicine cat interacted together had always seemed odd to him, the way clan rivalries good be put aside. He had felt divided as a warrior from other clan cats. It was a surreal thing to be such close company with cats from other clans like this. Or maybe, it just seemed like it should be. That's how he had been raised. It was the way of a warrior. But...this was Junebug. He couldn't imagine being anyway but close with her. Shinefang had his head on a swivel, watching the two medicine cats with his good eye as the heated conversation went on above them and the odd storm of emotions surged within him. It was his humor that helped him plant his paws on the ground again. He shook his head and whispered loud enough for just the two of them to hear, "Kits with eight more lives than usual, I swear."
"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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