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Post by *Beechstar* on May 27, 2010 21:25:05 GMT -6
OOC: A Gathering! Finally (I know)!! Everyone is welcome to come!
A light brown tabby yowled to her Clan mates, telling them that they needed to leave for the Gathering. She then headed out into the forest, knowing her Clan mates would catch up if they really wanted to come. Beechstar ran through the forest, loving the wind ruffling her pelt. After a while, she slowed down, so her Clan mates could catch up. She waited for a few seconds, and could scent Cloudpool coming towards her. She then started forward at a jog, hoping to be the first Clan there, as usual. She let her thoughts and senses wander, and soon reached the Moon Cavern. She ran in, jumped onto the leaders rock, and waited for everyone to arrive.
Cloudpool ran from the warriors den when he heard his leaders yowl, eager to get to the Gathering. He ran after his leader, and he could hear her running ahead of him. When he heard her slow down, he slowed down. Soon, he had reached the Moon Cavern, not long after his leader by the fresh scent. He came into the clearing and sat down, waiting for the other Clans.
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Post by {Lunarstar} on May 28, 2010 5:59:26 GMT -6
Lunarstar walked to the Warriors' Den and woke her two warriors with an irritated hiss. Then she went and woke up Lavapelt. Outside, near the forest entrance, she yelled, "Come! I'm leaving!" She paused one heartbeat then raced into the forest. The wind slid over her thin, sleek pelt and gently licked her cuts that still remained. She welcomed it, but jumped into the river, swimming until she had to go the other way. As she jumped out of the water and shook her pelt dry, she immediately felt better. Her deepest cut on her throat stopped throbbing and all the smaller ones on her back felt like nothing more than a few ants on her fur. Refreshed, she stood and waited for her small Clan, until she saw Prairiestep. She then moved forward, following the scent of the other Clan as they neared the Gathering place. Lunarstar leaped onto the rock beside the other leader, yellow eyes fixed forward on nothing, almost glowing in the dark.
Prairiestep sighed as Lunarstar woke her and Ringtail up, she was tired and didn't want to go to the Gathering, but Lunarstar had a small Clan and needed all of her cats to look stronger. "Come on Ringtail, get up." Prairiestep muttered licking her chest a few times. Then she padded out of the den to see Lunarstar disappearing into the forest. With a sigh, she followed, laying down once she reached the Gathering. She glanced around her, looking for any familiar faces. Sadly, she saw none but her Clan.
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Post by *Beechstar* on May 28, 2010 9:33:01 GMT -6
Ringtail slowly got up, being tired from staying up the night before for the 'fight' between StreamClan and NightClan. He got up and followed Prariestep, but didn't run next to her. He didn't want her to know that he had been in a fight, since she didn't like them. He would tell her sooner or later, but not on a night of peace. He came in behind her and Lunarstar, so only Lavapelt was left to arrive. He came and sat by Prariestep, knowing that he would fall asleep if he layed down.
Lavapelt automatically got up when his leader came in and told him it was time to leave for the Gathering. He had been sitting in his moss bad waiting. He got up and followed Prariestep and Ringtail, who had left before him. He didn't really like Gatherings; it was hard on his bad leg. He hobbled to the Moon Cavern and was relieved to finally be there. He came in and sat down near the leader's rock.
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Post by {Lunarstar} on May 28, 2010 9:38:21 GMT -6
Ravenwing followed his leader to the Gathering. He loved them, loved to hear about what was happening in the other clans. Once there he went to a far off corner, just close enough to hear the leaders. He tried to avoid cats, which wasn't very difficult, considering cats seemed to avoid him. His green eyed gaze swept across the clearing, there were only two Clans so far. He just shrugged his black shoulders. It'd be quieter for a while. Only two Clans couldn't make that much noise.
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Post by Nightstar on May 30, 2010 19:22:21 GMT -6
Nightstar padded slowly to the moon cavern, she glanced over her shoulder, checking to see if she could see Spottedfire. She couldn't but she was sure her warrior was somewhere behind her. She sighed warily and trotted into the cavern. She walked slowly up to the leaders rock and sighed softly. Nightstar leaned back slowly on her hind legs then made a remarkable jump to the top of the rock. She sat down carefully and wrapped her tail around her front paws. Nightstar nodded once at the other leaders on the rock then stared strait ahead, waiting for Spottedfire to apear.
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Post by *Beechstar* on Jun 2, 2010 9:03:30 GMT -6
Spottedfire followed her leader to the Moon Cavern, but stayed behind her. She had left a bit after Nightstar, and didn't feel like running and being out of breath for the Gathering. When she reached the Moon Cavern, she looked around at the cats before entering. She saw that they were the third Clan to arrive, being after SpiritClan and StreamClan. She padded in and sat next to Prariestep from StreamClan. She could see Ringtail sitting on the other side of her, and could sense that something was going on, but ignored it. Prariestep and her weren't really friends, but it was better than sitting alone. "Hello," she said. "How are you tonight?"
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Post by {Lunarstar} on Jun 3, 2010 18:05:26 GMT -6
"Fine!" Prairiestep purred, grateful that she finally had something to do. That was her only problem with Gatherings, they were so boring.
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Post by .:*Hawkstar*:. on Jun 3, 2010 18:23:32 GMT -6
A dark figure whisked swiftly through the thick pine wood that was home to the few cats of NightClan. Her legs took long and powerful strides, working through the air with skill that had been improved over much hard work. Pale green eyes looked onward, knowing that her Clan would be right behind her. To the untrained eye, the she-cat seemed to be in total health, but only she herself could feel the gimp in her step.
Bolting into the Gathering cavern that was already holding the other leaders, Hawkstar slowed to a painfully slow walk. Now, any cat could see the limp in her strides. One paw was badly injured, missing one claw. Her neck bore a wound that would make it difficult to speak for a few days. The sleek tabby refused, however, to allow her pain to show. Instead, she pushed silently through the small crowd of cats, glaring at anyone in her way, and eventually made her way to stand with the other leaders. She said not a word, only glancing at them in turn.
They would know not to speak to her.
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Post by *Beechstar* on Jun 3, 2010 18:43:30 GMT -6
Whitefire followed her leader through the forest, right behind her. Hawkstripe padded next to her as they easily stayed behind their leader, since she was injured so badly. But they stayed behind her, showing respect. They both knew that she wouldn't let her pain show, or any cat help heal her wounds. Hawkstar walked with a limp, but didn't hide it. They soon came to the Moon Cavern. The she-cat sat down by her self away from the other cats, figuring that Hawkstripe would sit next to her.
Spottedfire smiled. "That's good!" She turned away from the she-cat when she sensed Hawkstar and the rest of NightClan approaching. She gasped inwardly as she saw Hawkstar was limping. She wondered what had happened, but it was none of her business. Then she waited for the Gathering to start.
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Post by {Lunarstar} on Jun 3, 2010 18:57:43 GMT -6
Hawkstripe followed Hawkstar tentatively. He was slightly scared of facing Lunarstar.He hurried to his mate's side and licked her check gently. Then he turned his attention to the Gathering.
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Post by *Beechstar* on Jun 3, 2010 19:54:01 GMT -6
Whitefire blushed when Hawkstripe licked her chest and leaned into him. She waited for Hawkstar to jump up on the Great Rock, figuring that the leaders would start reporting after she was there. And she was right.
Beechstar nodded a hello to Hawkstar as she arrived and stepped forward. She could tell that the she-cat wasn't in a mood to talk. She then yowled, calling for all the cats attention. "Good evening everyone. SpiritClan is doing fine. We haven't have any problem and have enough food." She stepped back, nodding at Lunarstar so she could report.
Cloudpool listened as his leader reported. She didn't have much to say, since everything was going fine in their Clan. He saw her nod to Lunarstar, signaling her to go next.
Ringtail looked up as Beechstar yowled for attention. He then looked away, not really caring. He didn't really care what the she-cat had to say, but he did catch her saying that they were doing fine. He then waited for his leader to report.
Lavapelt listened as Beechstar reported. He knew that they would probably being doing fine, since they usually didn't have any problems. He then waited for Lunarstar to report, wondering what she would say.
Spottedfire gazed at the SpiritClan leader as she yowled and then reported. She then looked away in between the leaders reporting, waiting for Nightstar's turn.
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Post by {Lunarstar} on Jun 4, 2010 8:34:18 GMT -6
Lunarstar nodded at Beechstar and limped a step forward. She kept a 'poker face' on as she ignored the pain. It wasn't horrible, but not comfortable either. Each step made her want to wince and take in a sharp breath. Each sharp inhale brought tears to her eyes. But she ignored it all, she was a leader, she could stand through the pain. "StreamClan is doing great. We have abundant prey and healthy warriors. We may be expecting kits. Also, Hawkstripe has relocated to NightClan." Lunarstar stepped back, her eyes flashing in pain for one instance, then she nodded to Nightstar and took a step back.
Prairiestep's eyes widened as Lunarstar mentioned kits and her cheeks grew warm, a blush spreading under the fur. She shot a quick glance at her mate, Ringtail and felt the blush spread to her neck.
Ravenwing stayed silent as his leader spoke, watching from the shadows, eyes radiated by the moon.
Hawkstripe's eyes narrowed and his gaze hardened as Lunarstar mentioned his moving. He didn't believe that needed to be shared with the other Clans. But he didn't speak up, just curled his orane tabby tail around Whitefire's body.
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Post by .:*Hawkstar*:. on Jun 4, 2010 9:14:53 GMT -6
The dark tabby she-cat sat and listened silently to the first two leaders as they spoke. Of coarse she didn't mention her attempt to attack us, Hawkstar thought bitterly. Well, the dark tabby wasn't going to leave that bit out of her own announcement.
Might as well just tell me what's on your minds. I can tell you're looking at me, you idiots. Just saving NightClan's reporting for last? No matter, I'll have my turn soon enough...
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Post by *Beechstar* on Jun 4, 2010 9:32:42 GMT -6
Ringtail could feel Prariestep getting warmer by the second at the mention of kits. He smiled and wrapped his tail around her, bringing her closer.
Whitefire smiled as Hawkstripe wrapped his tail around hers. She leaned into him, and closed her eyes for a second, drawing in his scent. She opened her eyes in time for Lunarstar's report, which narrowed when she mentioned Hawkstripe moving to NightClan. She blinked, and her eyes were back to normal. She wouldn't let her anger towards the she-cat show.
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Post by Nightstar on Jun 7, 2010 2:45:21 GMT -6
Nightstar steped forwards, placing each paw with infinite care before she spoke, prolonging the inevitable. What was she suposed to say? Her clan wasn't doing well. She would just step carefully around the cracks and say only facts and add nothing unneeded. Nightstar lifted her head and spoke clearly. "As some of you might already know Featherstar has left us to join our ancesters in Star Clan. I am Sky Clans leader now and will not tolerate anyone coming into our territory excuse they think that we are weaker without her. Our prey is running well and we have no sickness in our clan." Nightstar stepped bac. She was a master at twisting her words. Not once had she actualy said they were just as strong, just that she wouldn't tolerate others coming in thinking they were weak. It was a thin line but one she had to walk.
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