February Gathering

[vellichor]

// @Katieuwu -- open

Beansprout

A... RiverClan apprentice? Well that was nice and all, but the tom really wanted to interact with someone outside the Clan. Maybe he could gently nudge the young cat toward some other apprentices...?

"Hey, why don't you head off to make some friends from other Clans? You don't just wanna be stuck inside boring old RiverClan, after all," Beansprout let out a rumble of laughter and gestured toward the rest of the crowd of cats.

[SpiritWolf_yt]

Scalepaw blinked as riverclan and shadowclan chattered, his tail curled around him, sadness and anger still holded him, the tom laid his head down as he watched and listened to the gathering

[scalepaw is open]

Ashclaw and thornclaw chatted

CInderpaw and peachpaw waited for stormpaw

Bluestone yawned and stretched then laying own he looked around

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[wendigo]

Lynxyowl trotted after the group, arriving at the gathering. She looked around, not expecting much to happen, and cantered to a spot she can sit at.

[Buzzin' Bee]

Originally Posted by bunnipop

Swanpaw did not want to interact with anyone from another clan but this was a time to learn about what was happening in the other clans and she couldn't let the opportunity slip from her paws. Creeping up behind the molly she tilted her head before painting a smiling welcoming face over her features, "Hey there partner!" All smiles she sat down next to the fellow apprentice, "Name's Swanpaw! What your's?"

Amberpaw

Amberpaw nearly jumped in fear when she heard a voice. "Hello," She meowed, again trying her best too seem professional. She could show no flaws, or else this apprentice (probably from another clan) would see that Windclan was weak! Not that it actually was.

Deciding to face this so called 'Swanpaw', Amberpaw made sure to keep watch of the crowd around her. Cats were crazy these days, very erratic. They could attack at any moment! Though, even if she kept most of her senses on the crowd, she listen to Swanpaw again. "Salutations ... Nice to meet you Swanpaw, I guess I may tell you my moniker ... that means name" Amberpaw told the cat, quickly licking her paw before continuing "It is Amberpaw, that is my name. My clan is Windclan ... I would not like to guess, but I assume your clan is ... Riverclan, please correct me if I am wrong." She meowed, glancing around since now she was finished talking. She hoped this apprentice wouldn't stay or talk for long. She was trying to retain some important information! This was her first gathering after all.

//Swanpaw can stay as long as she wants near Amberpaw! Only if you want that is. Amberpaw just likes to stay professional, she hates the idea of cats hurting each other so she has realized if a cat can't necessarily see another cats flaws, then they most likely wouldn't fight them. Also, this is her first gathering so she's just a bit nervous //

[Jayvines]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Wet yet again...

A scowl of discomfort plastered firmly onto the Thunderclan leader's face as she led her clanmates to the traditional gathering place in the (somewhat lighter) rain. Paws crossed her seat atop the Seastones wouldn't be as drenched as last moon...

"There will be zero tolerance for outbursts today Thunderclan," she called back as the beach came into view, green eyes pointedly glancing over the cats who had followed her. "I don't care if you disagree with or find somecats behaviour off-putting; you WILL NOT interrupt this Gathering. If you decide to ignore this warning, expect a swift escort home and a ban from the next one."

Perhaps it was a tad harsh, but she was not in the mood for disrespect tonight. How would the other clans in this forest respect them if her clanmates insisted upon speaking out of turn and creating disturbances.

Swiftly turning back towards their destination, Sparrowstar trotted out across the sand and towards the other leaders that had apparently already situated themselves on the stones. At least she wasn't the only one who wasn't enjoying the weather; a quick glance at Twilightstar's disgruntled visage told her that much. With a quick leap up to her usual spot (and only a whisker-length skid across the wet stone as she landed), the tan molly gave a quick nod to her peers as she situated herself and shuffled slightly closer towards the older Windclan leader.

She looked rather uncomfortable in the current temperature, so while their pelts wouldn't touch the younger Thunderclanner wished to offer some form of radiating heat as a show of goodwill.

Hopefully, this would be done sooner rather than later...

[ @Undertaker @canineantics @Moonraven @Eaglet ]

Thunderclan has arrived

[Estelle]

High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Decidedly, Gingerfrost was not dead. He was still very much alive and kicking, although he'd much prefer a well deserved nap. Kicking up the rear meant he arrived among the last of his clan; the fact that it was raining also meant that he was walking slowly, wanting to be here even less than he normally would; add a barely apprentice to that, which Gingerfrost himself had decided to babysit during this specific gathering, and you had him arriving tardier than his leader. Quite the drama for the fools who let their thoughts run wild with pointless imagination; unfortunately, the RiverClan deputy was here to stay whether they liked it or not. Death had long decided to be more avoidant of him than he was of his duties and the promise of kits screaming in the morning. But they'd be able to see that with time.

Walking across the sandy grounds, internally cursing the weather and horrid time, the lethargic deputy held between his maw an orange flower and a stick - curtesy of Stonepaw. How he ended up in this situation, he would like to think was beyond him. But truthfully, he knew exactly. With the young apprentice only just now being promoted to medicine cat, and his barely being six moons (seen some... Past issues), Gingerfrost had taken it upon himself to look after the little scrap. Babysit him, in other words. He'd rather Stonepaw not get lost or traumatised at his first gathering, or cause any mischief. He seemed like the type to attract trouble, anyway, and potentially enjoy a 'joke' or two. The tabby expected to have his paws full with this one for the coming moons. Frankly he wasn't sure whether he'd keep up accompanying him - it depended on how this gathering went he supposed - but for now the large deputy felt like it was the best thing to do. Now as for what he was carrying, that... He didn't know. Stonepaw just sort of forced him to and now he was stuck carrying the orange flower and stick. It must be a silly sight, but oh well. Rather this than a temper tantrum, and it wasn't the worst that could happen.

"This way."
Looking over his shoulder to the young medicine cat, Gingerfrost lightly gestured with his towards where he noticed the ShadowClan herb dealers already sat - the spot where all medicine cats sat. He didn't really hesitate moving towards there. He could imagine, the other clans might find it odd, but he couldn't care less. He was at the gathering that's what mattered, where he sat wasn't all that important and Stonepaw took priority here.

And huh, it seemed that only ShadowClan's medics had arrived (but that didn't he'd go and assume Cowpaw kicked the bucket). He couldn't say he was an exact fan of the two; ShadowClan had always been rather peculiar and these two were no exception. They had an air about them as though they wouldn't care if someone died, but Gingerfrost kept those thoughts only to himself, his facial expression never actually changing as he approached, looking besides himself every so often to ensure Stonepaw was still there. If with the bit of luck they actually made it to destination, he give the two ShadowClanners a light nod before shifting his gaze to the young child. He was only here to babysit, nothing more. Oh hey ThunderClan was suddenly arriving.

[ @carmen @Ravensong @TheNyanCatMinecart ]

[alkaline]

alderstep
he/him
thunderclan
russet tabby w/ white paws, green eyes

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Approval for whatever Sparrowstar had just said. Yes. No more annoying outbursts. Yet again, he was here. Why did Alderstep keep complaining when it was probably his fault he was there anyways? Eh. Not the time for thinking. The tom plopped down on the wet sand, hating how it felt. Why did the meetings have to be here? And why was it raining again, for the second cursed time in a row??

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[SpiritedWarrior]

Flameheart

@Jayvines - for the mention; @Soldier - for Fallenstep; @Wingnettle - for Sootfur (feel free to have him pick a spot for them to sit!

Wet. Wet again.

For the second time in a row, the Gathering has proven to be nothing but water coming from the heavens the Clans called Silverpelt. Her eyes wavered from cat to cat, watching for any sort of trouble. Having taken charge of ThunderClan for a little bit of time has taught her that trouble could come in many forms, whether a predator, a rival Clan, or one of their own who was far across the line. Sparrowstar's voice rang clear amongst the throng of warriors, apprentices, queens, and whoever else was attending the Gathering tonight in the representation of ThunderClan. It looked like they were the last to arrive, which wasn't surprising. At least no cat had gotten sidetracked or ran ahead- but, on second thought... that last part was not the case. "I'll be sure to keep a lookout for troublemakers in your stead, Sparrowstar. I'll be sure to carry out the punishment of your choosing too, so you can just focus on the announcements of the other leaders." she spoke to the tan and brown she-cat before turning her head to speak with her mate, casting him a soft glance.

"Hang on one moment, Sootfur." she murmured to her mate before splitting off from the group to talk to a Clanmate that had arrived long before the rest of the Clan, his scent catching her off guard. Though the rain had mostly washed off the scent by now, Flameheart could smell a slight bit more of RiverClan on her Clanmate's pelt than the other Clans. And it was not a sort of strong scent that could be gained from being on the outskirts of Seastones. "Fallenstep, care to explain why you're smelling particularly of RiverClan even though you are out here? Better yet- care to explain why you went to the Gathering ahead of our leader?" Straight to the point, simple, and short. That should be enough to get him to spill the truth, if not- well, Flameheart could send him back to ThunderClan camp for going against the general rule for leaders during the Gathering.

From her tone and looks, the young Keeper looked as if she was a grumpy elder. And to an extent, Flameheart felt like it too. Taking care of ThunderClan was no easy task and for that, she was grateful to experience what it felt like to be the leader for a day (or in Flameheart's specific case... four). Although it was tiring, seeing her Clanmates enjoy themselves was the only thing in the world that mattered to the young Keeper. And she was not too keen to see her Clanmates step out of line.

[ophelia]

Originally Posted by vellichor

// open

Beansprout

The rain felt somewhat refreshing on his fluffy pelt, despite the winter chill still present in the air. Stars, he missed Gatherings. Sure, he wasn't the most sociable cat out there, but Beansprout was willing to talk to some new cats, make some new connections. His time spent as an outsider had made him learn that nearly any cat can be a valuable ally -- or a terrible enemy. But, they are nothing until you find out.

So, Beansprout would seek out conversation, looking for any cat that seemed to be alone and willing to chat.

whispersong
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The lavender molly arrived with her clan, tagging along gloomily with the other cats. The mood was sluggish and miserable, and she almost wished she'd stayed behind. She was used to the rain, as the moors offered little protection against the elements in these colder moons, but it didn't mean she enjoyed the sensation.

As they entered the clearing, she scented ShadowClan and RiverClan already in attendance. Whispersong was an introverted individual, and didn't often come to Gatherings, so she didn't really know any of the cats from the other clans. She usually preferred to sit somewhere in the back and simply observe, but today she needed something to lift her spirits before she drowned in the sadness of the weather, mood, and overall atmosphere.

Her pale blue eyes caught on a RiverClan warrior, one she didn't recognize. Cautiously she approached, settling nearby. Her mind was searching for something friendly to say, but drawing a blank. Instead, she just nodded a greeting and hoped it came across as welcoming. Nice one, Whisper.

[perseus.]

Originally Posted by vellichor

// open

Beansprout

The rain felt somewhat refreshing on his fluffy pelt, despite the winter chill still present in the air. Stars, he missed Gatherings. Sure, he wasn't the most sociable cat out there, but Beansprout was willing to talk to some new cats, make some new connections. His time spent as an outsider had made him learn that nearly any cat can be a valuable ally -- or a terrible enemy. But, they are nothing until you find out.

So, Beansprout would seek out conversation, looking for any cat that seemed to be alone and willing to chat.

Crowflutter had quietly walked into the gathering, they hadn’t gone to for a while but their anxiety and depression had always made it hard for her. Her ears swiveled around slightly as she looked around for anyone to talk with and her amber eyes landed on a Riverclan warrior and she walked over and started to speak, her voice quiet but filled with kindness, “Hello, my name is Crowflutter, I’m from Windclan, what’s your name?”