| Brilliance |
October 15th, 2017 11:29 PM |
Re: October Gathering
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Originally Posted by Beau
(Post 405059)
Cloudstrike flounced into the clearing of seastones with a brilliant smile and excitement dazzling in her diamond eyes. For the moment, the molly remained close to Honeythistle, as he had ordered before they'd left for the gathering. She was just glad that he had allowed her to come. Luckily, Cloudstrike was neither pregnant nor had a litter to look after and therefore had about as much freedom as a she-cat ever had in Honeythistle's world -her world now. Of course, she'd had to ask Honeythistle's permission, but there was no reason for him to say no, so she'd gotten the affirmative rather quickly. Due to her gratitude on that front, Cloudstrike was trying to be on her best behavior tonight.
Almost immediately forgetting her promise to Honeythistle, Cloudstrike wandered off to inspect a rustling noise she'd heard. However, the white feline managed to correct herself and started following Honeythistle's silver tail tip through the crowd once more. Her mind was on other things and she payed very little attention to her surroundings. At the moment, she was hoping Honeythistle wouldn't be grumpy all night. He'd had a terrible temper ever since Halfgaze was appointed deputy. Personally, Cloudstrike thought it was great for the tortoiseshell, but she was far enough along in her training to know how Honeythistle felt. He was enraged that after finally gaining a strong tom leader, a weak she-cat was made deputy. Honeythistle had told Cloudstrike that she-cats weren't meant to lead, and he would never lie to her, so she believed him. But, she guessed Halfgaze had never been taught that, as Cloudstrike hadn't been until Honeythistle found her. Shrugging, she caught up to Honeythistle...only...It wasn't Honeythistle! The silver tail tip she'd been following belonged to some other tom and Cloudstrike found herself lost in the throng of cats. Uh oh, she thought as she looked around, Honey's not going to be happy.
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Honeythistle tried his best to be on a good behavior. He tried his best to be friendly to others, maybe even socialize awhile. The odd thing about this Tom was that he didn't like other felines. Socializing was not his favorite thing to do ever since he became a warrior. When, he was younger, he jumped at the chance to impress anyone. But, now? He passed that stage of his life. His eyes had locked on their newest deputy. Certainly, it has been a horrible choice to choose such a disgrace! Surely, she would be the downfall of their clan, and Starclan would shout at Goldenstar for recklessly choosing that...she cat. It wasn't that the silver cat disliked her. It was the fact that she thought because she was deputy, she would be able to run him around. Be his boss. Honeythistle suppressed a hiss. He prayed to Starclan that Halfgaze would leave just as their last worthless leader. Too much stress a Molly could never handle. It would only be a matter of time.
With that thought happily planted in his mind, Honeythistle blinked his eyes. He still didn't like the fact that Rosenose was talking to their leader. Sure, he had saved her during the flood, and Honeythistle was grateful that someone was near Rosenose to save her. The Tom wouldn't know what to do if he had lost her. His eyes sought out the familiar white pelt of his fifth mate. When he wasn't met with her dazzling blue orbs, he began to panick again. Jumping to his paws, his fur bushed once more, taking on the appearance of a rolled porcupine. "Cloudstrike!" He shouted, a clear growl rumbling in his throat. That Molly always had some way of disappearing. Honeythistle let out a huff of annoyance, and he began trekking his way through the crowd to find the naive she cat. For all he knew, she probably got distracted on their trip and followed another cat. His paws stomped against the ground, and he didn't even use his manners as he shouldered the other cats just to find his other she cat. To think...five mates he needed to keep an eye on. He only had two! This is what stressed him out. "I should had left her back in Shadowclan. I know Mothflower would be able to watch her." He muttered, with a shake of his head. If only he could keep some sort of tracker on her...or someone.
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Originally Posted by The Little Robin
(Post 405055)
@Constellation - Tigerbreeze
“Well, this certainly is a sight to behold..” Wildfire murmured quietly under her breath as she halted at the edge of the crowded area, filled with cats of all size and color, varying in clan and rank alike. Of course, the young warrior was alone, having no friends to walk with her on the way to the Gathering, not even her brother, who didn’t even show up to this event. She was slightly glad for that, knowing that she would be rather annoyed to see him get constant attention with others. It wasn’t like it helped her case for that matter anyways as she slipped into the sea of clanmates, passing by Thunderclan warriors and Riverclan apprentices, all sorts of felines to your own pleasure. The shecat murmured a small hum, not bothering with anyone as she found an empty spot for herself on the edge of the large crowd. From this placement, Wildfire could see all of the leaders, standing gathered atop the Seastones and conversing with one another, despite there being well-known tension between Snowstar and Blazingstar, which was no surprise. “Drama, drama, drama..” The warrior murmured with a slight huff of amusement coming from her as she raised a paw, brushing it over her ears to flatten any fur that poked out of place, “Even under the full moon, there is no peace..” This female was known to not have much of a liking towards rules and drama that ensued from such things, though it was reasonable in some points. She gave a slight shrug at this though, thinking to herself. That one tomcat that she met on the Thunderclan border - was he here? She wondered this with a twitch of her whiskers, remembering the fact that Wildfire was unable to find that shecat that he admired. Shadowclan had moved back to their original camp before she had a chance to do so. Wildfire had avoided going to the border since then, not having the heart to tell the male that she had failed. She was enough of a disappointment to her family and Wildfire didn’t need anyone, especially a mouse-brained Thunderclanner, to point out her mistakes when she already knew them all too well. Out of the corner of her eye, the red-furred female could see cats conversing happily with one another without a care in the world and her ears flattened against her head as she sat here, all alone under the night sky. It was routine for Wildfire, a life of solitude.
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It's been a rather rough moon for Tigerbreeze. The Tom didn't even want to be at the gathering at the moment. He sat with his known clan mates, frowning. Looking down at his claws as he continued to flex them in a bored matter. The news that his sister - adoptive sister, was hit by a monster, haunted him. He wasn't there to witness the incident, but he felt he could hear her cries. Her screams for help. He held a persoanl grudge against his deputy since he knew Passionblaze was Meadowpaw's mentor. He was supposed to keep her safe. He was supposed to protect her. Tigerbreeze let out a sigh, blinking his eyes to rid the tears. Rather losing his best friend and sister, he was still prideful. Allowing another to see glistening tears was a moment of weakness. Tigerbreeze decided he had enough of sitting around like a good obedient dog to its owner. He got up and managed to sneak away from his group of cats. Hopefully, he would be able to find Shadowclan, and cry on his beloved's shoulder. Desertpelt was the only one allowed to see him in a moment of weakness, he believed. He hadn't seen her lately either...which was odd. He missed her company. He figured he'd become insane from thinking he smelled her wondrous scent. None of that. His eyes scanned the crowd of the other cats, but there was not unique pelted Molly among them. It was possible she didn't come, so the Tom flattened his ears for a quick second. Sighed. Continued on. Tigerbreeze padded through the other cats, wishing he could make himself small. Most of the cats he passed, stared at him oddly. His scent indicated that he was definitely a Thunderclan cat. He had no business mingling among the riverclan felines. Only, he didn't have any interest talking to them. He wanted to hide and sulk. He lost the two best things in his life, and no other could console him about it. He just hoped Desertpelt was alright. And, that she wasn't mad at him. Or, that...she didn't fall in love with anyone else. "Ah, what am I kidding?" He threw his head up to shout to the heavens. Albiet, instead, his gaze met a familiar one. A quick expression of recognition came onto his face, lighting him up for a speedy second. Ah, it was her! The she cat from the Thunder! Like a whirlwind, he sprinted quickly to a vacant spot next to her. It was good news to him that he could socialize with someone familair to him. She looked sad when he approached, and he took a quick moment to analyze her. "Miss me?" He purred, trying his best to maintain a casual flirty, friendly attitude that he was known for. Flicking his tail, he circled around the she cat once, then sat down in the empty seat next to her. "Mind if I sit here? Good. I'm glad you don't." It was so odd. How he was trying to stay upbeat and happy, but it was really killing him on the inside that he lost Meadowpaw, and maybe even Desertpelt. He wouldn't want to discuss that with her. Wildfire was a budding friend. As far as he knew, Tigerbreeze didn't need her thinking he was some depressed Tom. He was Tigerbreeze. The flirt. The fun buddy. A good time. Yeah - that's who he was. That's who Tigerbreeze was. |
