Gathering! (all cats invited)

[Snowstar]

A small white she-cat peered through the bushes, down into the clearing. Four great oaks stood in each corner, glowing silver in the full moonlight. The other clans hadn't arrived yet. ThunderClan was first. Snowstar lifted her tail, swishing it back and forth. She led her clan as they raced down the slope, eager for the other clans to arrive. She had just been alerted of trouble coming, and she wasn't sure what to expect.

The leader was very young. Her blue eyes were glittering with nerves but she did her best to hide it. Gatherings were a truce. Nothing bad could possible happen here. Snowstar sat beside the Greatrock, and rasped a tongue over her chest, keeping her eyes on her clan, and keeping a sharp lookout for any of the other clans. Her senses were good, she would smell them before sight.

[Leopardfang]

had walked beside her leader the whole way to . The leopard-like cat's pelt was on end the whole time. The wind had picked up, and it was a chilly green-leaf dusk. This is very unusual...

Being deputy, Leopardfang's spot at the gathering was at the base of the leader's rock. She would stay there with the other deputies before and during the gathering. She felt bad leaving her apprentice, Amberpaw, but she knew she would have fun with the other clan's apprentices. She looked at Snowstar with her rich golden eyes. "Looks like we are the first ones. I wonder what kept the other clans."

[Bliss'star]

Almost on cue, the RiverClan leader proudly led in her clan, letting herself walk while her clan mates rushed in like a whirring current. Their glossy pelts were damp and smooth, and the scent of water and earth was strong from their journey. The silver she-cat slipped toward the high rock and easily lept up, launching off of paw holds as if she was leaping to catch a fish in air.

"Hello, Snowstar,"she purred, filled by a simple nod and a grin. "How's ThunderClan?" age asked, taking a paw and swiping it over her forehead a few times. She wanted to make sure her fur wasn't all over the place when she presented her clan.

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[Wolfpaw]

✥ w o l f p a w ✥

"We are the angry and the desperate,
The hungry and the cold,
We are the ones who kept quiet,
And always did what we were told . . ."

Wolfpaw had bounded toward the hollow in what could have been described as the middle of the patrol, skidding to a not-so-graceful halt when Snowstar led the others down the slope. As the ThunderClan cats filed into the empty clearing,
Wolfpaw was circling the perimeter of the hollow to find a place where he could just watch. He watched as Leopardfang followed the ThunderClan leader to the Great Rock and sat below it, and for a moment felt a pang of longing.

One day, that'll be me, too, Wolfpaw told himself silently over and over again.

Suddenly, the branches at the top of the slope rustled before the RiverClan cats burst through and mingled with the ThunderClanners, sending the tangy scent of fish through the hollow with every breath they took. Wolfpaw twitched his whiskers.

I wonder if we smell funny to them? he queried, sitting down under a large clump of overhanging ferns with his tail curled neatly around his paws.

"Wolf' speaks" ✥ Wolf' thinks ☓ "Tom speaks" ✥ "She-cat speaks"
Prayer of the Refugee lyrics are © to Rise Against

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word count ` 158. I apologize for this brain vomit. At least I replied? :'D

[Icestar]

Icestar led Shadowclan into the clearing and bounded over to the great rock and jumped up next to the other two leaders her white fur glowing in the sunlight. She dipped her head to the other two leaders before letting her icy gaze rake the cats below watching as her clan settled into the clearing.

[Shadowstalker]

Shadowstalker was near the middle of the ShadowClan cats. It was a cool green-leaf afternoon, and she was excited for her first gathering with an apprentice. Should I sit near Goldenpaw, or let her have her own fun with the other clan's apprentices? She wanted to sit with her, but she would probably be embarrassed. Oh, well. If she wants me, she knows how to find me.

She padded swiftly down into the hollow, on the side closest to ShadowClan territory. There weren't many cats in the hollow, so she decided not to wander around yet.

[Amberpaw]

Amberpaw scurried in with ThunderClan as she raced along with her mentor, Leopardfang. Her tail was swishing behind her as she seemed to bounce around the deputy, even when she sat underneath the towering boulder.

She couldn't help but be excited as the other clans filled Fourtrees, their scents mixing, and unlike a battle ground, the only emotion she could detect was polite greetings and excited cats. No one seemed to have the smallest problem with each other tonight, but it could change easily--even though it was a truce, she had heard stories of clans almost destroying each other.

"Where's WindClan?" she asked the all knowing Leopardfang, her eyes glistening with worry. Why were they so late? Suspicion bit at her pelt.

[Galestar]

Galestar bounded from the moors, letting her clan follow right behind her. She finally reached the fourtrees and met with the other leaders. She purred as she saw her old friend, Snowstar. She walked over to her and nodded her head in greeting to her.

"Hello, Snowstar! How is Thunderclan doing these days?" she casually asked, making herself comfortable by sitting. She casted an uneasy glance at Icestar, but quickly looked back at Snowstar. Although the clans were currently all at peace, she could not push the memory of Shadowclan's raid moons ago on Windclan.[/color]

[Icestar]

Icestar ignored Galestar she hadn't even been leader yet, it had been about the time she had returned from looking for the cat she had loved. The old deputy had talked her leader into raiding with Windclan, but he was planning on her getting really injured she had, had two lives before she had went into battle, she lost one lifenin the battle and the deputy took her last life, and Icestar had told the clan and they had chased him out and she had been made leader that night.

[Tailchaser]

Tailchaser walked around her clanmates gazing up at her leader. It seemed that no one liked Icestar, though she had heard that unlike her clan mates she didn't have a short temper. She shook her head, before looking around for a cat from another clan to talk too.

[Skystorm]

Skystorm walked down the slope with her clan, towards the front, like most high-ranking members, such as medicine cats. Seeing Icestar and Galestar's reactions to each other, the WindClan medicine cat simply flicked an ear. It was bad that the tone of hostility was so clear- a war would be coming soon. At the half moon, her dreams had been full of blood and fire. But it was StarClan's will to know the future, not to share it...

The petty matters of warriors were above that of the medicine cat, who preferred to deal with the more complicated and less simple then that of a warrior. Certainly, Skystorm didn't disapprove of warriors. She had trained as one for three moons, and sometimes wished she was one herself, but the cat had choosen the path of a medicine cat.

Skystorm glances around, looking for the other medicine cats. She couldn't find them. For a moment, a mischievous smile crossed her face. Ginger cats weren't that rare, and Skystorm knew quite a bit about warriors. She could pass for one- a cat from another clan probably couldn't tell her scent apart much, and if she fluffed up her fur a bit, no one, except maybe her clan mates, could tell.

In a moment, the medicine cat looked like a thick furred red tabby, and glanced around for warriors. She noticed a ThunderClan warrior... Tailchaser, was it? The medicine cat, playful emotions dancing around in her belly, walked up to the warrior. "Hello!" She mewed in a slightly shrill, but seemingly normal voice. "How's the prey running?"

[Tailchaser]

Tailchaser looked startled when the Windclan medicine cat suddenly appeared. "Oh everything is great," the golden furred she-cat replied wrapping her tail over her paws, "How is everything in Windclan?" she asked blinking.

[Wolfheart]

I watch frozen stars on the way home
I watch frozen stars burn out on the way back home
That Is Why lyrics © Say Anything


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He was a lame shadow amongst the other dark pelts of ShadowClan, hobbling at the back of the pack with a twisting tail and awkward gait. Wolfheart's golden eyes flicked back and forth across the clearing filled with cats, the other three Clan scents assailing his sensitive nose like an angry wasp; right in his face, stinging.

With a grumble, he branched from his patrol and moved to the outside, not eager at all about sitting up front. If Ivyscar and Icestar wanted to scold him, then so be it. It was still a bit of an embarrassment to be a warrior-turned-medicine cat with this kind of wound; a wound that could have been prevented if he had resisted his brother's persuasion and leafbare's icy clutches. He remembered his introduction to the other Clans as Wolfheart, a new ShadowClan warrior ready to serve his leader in the name of the warrior code. He was not looking foward to being named the new apprentice under Ivyscar, to say the least.

He moved at a slow pace around the cats concentrated in the middle, watching them with curious eyes. Did they recognize him? Would there be pity in their eyes? Laughter? Gossip about him and remark about how he was stupid enough to get himself injured? Deep in his worries, Wolfheart didn't notice anything until a long arm of ferns slid across his cheek and immediately flinched, nearly losing his already unstable footing. He glared at the offending piece of vegetation and made to continue his slow journey across the clearing when the moon reflected across a pair of eyes, and the gray tom stopped. He cocked his head, staring at the silvery tom under the ferns: Wolfpaw.

"Hello?" Well, it was a start. He could hear the awkward question in his voice, the hesitance at greeting a cat that possibly knew his training history. Wolfheart winced in response to his own voice and cleared his throat to disturb the silence that came after his greeting.


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word count;; 337
audio;; Night Surgeon, Repo! The Genetic Opera
a/n;; guess who can't stop writing!

[Nearpaw]

Nearpaw kept on walking, his ears fixed on the soft buzz of chatter among cats of various smells. He had planned on sticking close to his mentor, Oakpelt, but somewhere along the way he must've strayed off a little.

No matter. The blind apprentice would probably bump into his mentor sooner or later. The worst possible thing that could happen would probably be Nearpaw walking straight on towards the Thunderpath, or a river or something and die. Nah. He was pretty sure he was at Fourtrees, considering all the smells.

Suddenly, Nearpaw's forehead bumped into Wolfheart--not that he knew that yet. "Sorry," the small white apprentice mewed quickly. Inhaling the cat's scent, which was surprisingly heavy in... herbs? A medicine cat? That was the only logical answer... unless other leaders were crazy enough to bring an injured cat to the gathering. But still, he couldn't be too sure. Nearpaw tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "Have we met?"

[Rabbitfoot]

Rabbitfoot followed Galestar - though he was pretty much in the middle of the large group of Windclanners - into the clearing. He leap up, then made a soft landing with his clanmates. Each unique scent of the other three clans began mingling with the normal Windclan-scent, making him wrinkle his nose. It was almost unbearable to take in. Sure, he had been to a Gathering several times before, like last moon, and a few times when he had been an apprentice, but he still could never get used to the disgusting mixture of fish, pines, moorland, and forest. It wasn't natural.

Either way, he slithered past a small group of Thunderclanners and Shadowclanners toward the Great Rock, but didn't dare venture any nearer; he wasn't a deputy, Medicine Cat, or leader. Looking back behind his dark colored shoulder, Rabbitfoot made out the slim bodies of Windclanners, sturdy Shadowclanners, plump Riverclanners, and lean Thunderclanners. Though, he didn't recognize a lot of the cats. All he could recognize was Windclan.

Maybe this would be a good time to meet some cats outside the clan? He made a quick turn, so he faced the group of mingling cats, Stalking past a few already in conversation, he stopped near a small, lone bush and sat down. Whatever, if someone wanted to talk to him, they could do it themselves; they could walk over to him and start the conversation. Besides, all the other clan cats were overall larger than he was, him being a short, lithe little Windclan cat.

He wouldn't admit it, but it was a little intimidating at a Gathering. Yes, he'd been to one before, but like the scent here, he still couldn't get used to how many cats there really were. Oh, how he wished one of the younger Windclan warriors - like his sister - would come over to talk to him. It would calm his nerves. But, Rabbitfoot shook his head. He didn't want to rely on his sister or Windclan warriors to come bail him out of his nervousness!