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It was time for another Gathering, the full moon high in the sky. It was noisy and crowded, as per usual. The air was tense and uncomfortable. A grey ShadowClan tom was in the midst of the throngs of cats , his blind gaze straight forward, ears swiveling around to catch the noises around him. Wolfeye was a bit confused , as his being blind usually caused at these gatherings, so he was constantly bumping into cats here and there. Yelping a "Sorry" or "Excuse me" whenever bad luck seemed to befall him enough for him to run into someone, he lumbered on , desperately trying his best to find a spot away from all the noise. The young tom felt old, though he wasn't, it's just that the stress his disability caused seemed to make him feel old beyond his years . He was about to yowl in desperation and confusion when he stumbled put of the crowds, falling on to his face. He slowly stood, feeling tears threaten to fall. Growling to himself for his foolishness in deciding to come to this dreadful gathering in the first place , he scurried to a sandy patch beside a bush. Settling down, he silently wished he hadn't decided to come. These gatherings seem to end in disaster . If a war broke out again... he didn't think he could take it. Yes, he could fight , despite his blindness. He could fight quite well. He was just sick and tired of war and battle. He wished... everything could go back to the way it was before. But, he wasn't sure if the Clans would ever be at peace again.
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A young black and white Turkish Angora tom arrived to the gathering, his whiskers twitching with annoyance. Milkshade was quite annoyed with the tension and war, and he thought it had been morally wrong to drive out RiverClan from their home. He felt bad for the poor cats. Sighing , he made his way through, weaving in and out among the throngs of cats. He reached an empty spot in the Clearing, settling down. The tom scowled down at his ruffled, dirtied fur. His fur was a stunning pattern and style, but it got dirty quite easily, and the trip to get here messed it up quite a bit. Grumbling in annoyance, the WindClan tom got busy grooming his pelt. He glanced up every few moments , just to glance around. His plumed tail twitched restlessly, his blue gaze slightly bored. Sighing , Milkshade tossed his head and stood on his paws, pushing through the crowds , not wanting to sit still. He glanced around him, trying to find somebody, anybody to talk to. He wasn't usually much of a talker. He just really needed to complain to somebody, preferably a handsome tom. His breath hitched slightly at the thought of talking to a handsome tom. Like, really handsome. He could already see himself swooning and stuttering. He smiled and chuckled to himself.
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A young she-cat entered the clearing , her glossy, dark grey coat gleaming under the moonlight. Rivershade was feeling quite hostile. Why shouldn't she? Her Clan was driven out to the old Dusk Syndicate territory! She hated that dreadful place. Huffing, she shook her sleek grey head and held it high, plunging on into the crowds. She loved that her mother had named her after the Clan she had adored before her death. Rivershade was proud of her name. But , it raised lots of questions, and the she-cat was sick of explaining herself. She was sick of the war, the battles , the intense anger and tension. She just wanted everything back to normal. She also sometimes wished her mother was still alive. Rivershade wanted some of her mother's advice and love right now. Her father sure wouldn't want to comfort her. He was a rogue who only cared about himself . Growling in lost feelings of sadness and rejection, the she-cat glared at the cats around her , pushing on and settling in a corner, resting her tail lightly over her small paws.