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Post by deni - ♥ on Mar 24, 2013 17:35:45 GMT -5
[style=text-align:justify; margin-top:350px; width: 430px; height: 180px; overflow:auto; margin-left:8px;][style=margin-top:-10px; padding-left:1px;] nightstar sat in silence, as hard as that was for him, while he waited for the other clans to make their appearance. he watched silently as cats from thunderclan and windclan milled around below him. some of them were intermingling with cats from the other clan, some were huddle in groups as if scared that a cat from another clan would talk to them. as his gaze traveled over all of the cats, he was completely oblivious to lynxstar. in fact, lynxstar could have possibly been talking to him and he wouldn't have noticed. as his gaze traveled around, he found it landing on owlcall. the pretty she-cat was sitting next to leopardpaw, her head inclined as she spoke to the apprentice. his yellow gaze stayed on her for a long while, and he found himself wondering why he had never really noticed her before. had she had a mate? did she have a mate? perhaps that was why he had paid little mind to her. before he could put very much thought into the matter, though, shadowclan made their appearance. froststar, their leader, trotted regally toward the great rock. her body was scarred, but there was a certain.. appeal to her. he wasn't sure what it was, not that it mattered anyway. even if she was in his clan, her scars would likely keep him from thinking about her too very often. she jumped up on the rock next to him, and once again nightstar inclined his head politely to her. not long after froststar arrived, shadestar did also, bringing riverclan and the undeniable smell of water into the area. shadestar was perhaps the kindest of the other three leaders, and also the smallest. nightstar had decided long ago that he would prefer her company to lynxstar or froststar's any day. he inclined his head to her at her greeting, and sat in silence as lynxstar began the gathering.
so, windclan had new kits too.. did they? new warriors and a new elder, it seemed more was going on in windclan than in thunderclan. not that it mattered. windclan could make as many new warriors as they wanted, none of them would measure up to a thunderclan warrior. when lynxstar had finished addressing the clans, nightstar stood up and took a step forward. thunderclan had arrived second, it only made sense that he spoke second. "thunderclan is doing very well this moon," his deep voice carried easily, and there was no mistake that every cat could hear him. "cloudeyes has recently given birth to three healthy kits." with nothing more to report, the dark-furred leader stepped back into his sitting position, his yellow gaze still staring around all of the cats in the clearing.
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Post by rune on Mar 24, 2013 21:08:00 GMT -5
Quailpaw
Quailpaw’s head was lowered significantly, as he sat punctually waiting for Shadestar to emerge from within the leaders den. Others of his clan sat together and chattered away with each other, but not Quailpaw. No, this young apprentice sat reserved and a bit to the side of all of his clanmates. He had tried to overcome his inferiority complex and free himself from the majority of his insecurities, but the task had proven much harder than he had originally expected. Improvement, had been made however and that in itself had been quite the accomplish, for Quailpaw.
As a disturbance came from the direction of Shadestars den, Quailpaws ears twitched and his eyes followed the figure of his clan leader as she made her way toward the gathered cats.
Intently he listened as the she-cat raised her voice loud enough so that all within the vicinity could hear her words. This was the moment she would be announcing who would be accompanying her to the Fourtrees to attend the Gathering. Being only an apprentice, a new one at that, Quailpaw had never been to a gathering before and so this opportunity was a grand one that Quailpaw hoped to be given. No matter how much he hoped though, meant that his name would be called. Why, would he even be considered in the first place? He had done no great deeds, and he certainly was not the best Riverclan had to offer.
Focused on the dark and misguided voices of insecurity as they tried desperately to bind him down and force him into a state of insignificance, the tortie almost missed his name being called out.
In a mere instant the voices were wiped away and Quailpaw felt a pang of excitement and worth sprout from the bottom of his paws and grow all the way to the tip of his ears. There was no doubt that based on his expression alone that the young tom had been happy that his name had been called out, he however did not allow this image to last very long and as quickly as it had come he let it fade away. And he grasped onto a more confident composure that he often times did not display. He did this not because the happiness had disappeared, no that was not the case at all, but instead it was so that he would not gain the attention of others who might have desired to have been chosen to attend the gathering as well.
At the flicker of Shadestar’s tail, Quailpaw proceeded to follow the other cats that had been chosen out of the Riverclan camp. The air was a bit brisk, but it felt almost nice and refreshing as the group of cats padded along, following Shadestar’s lead. Within moments it seemed as if the group had arrived, but in reality the young tortoiseshell apprentice knew it had taken longer than just a couple of minutes to reach the Fourtrees.
As he watched his clan leader slip off to join the other clan leaders, Quailpaw looked around in bewilderment as he realized he didn’t know anyone really from the other clans and so he wasn’t sure exactly where he should be going. He looked around for a second, but nothing seemed to click and before he knew it a voice rang out and Quailpaw found himself shift into an automatic sitting position to listen to the voice. The voice seemed to be talking about Windclan and had come directly from the boulder his clan leader had approached, so with the assumption that this was another clan leader Quailpaw guessed that the Gathering had officially begun.
Once the leader of Windclan had finished speaking about the well-fare among other things of his clan, a new voice split off into the chilled air. This time it was Thunderclans leader, and by his words it seemed that Thunderclan was doing well, and they had received three new additions to their clan in the way of kits. After the leader of Thunderclan had finished Quailpaw waited vocally silent, but mentally his thoughts were loud and clear as he took in what was his first Gathering.
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Post by Kin on Mar 24, 2013 23:40:26 GMT -5
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She spent Lynxstar's speech about WindClan's welfare mentally distancing herself from the tabby tom. By the time Nightstar began to speak about the birth of Cloudeyes's kits, Froststar was as mentally cool as her prefix, floating in her own mental space. The scarred leader had yet to announce her own kits' birth, though she should have already made the announcement. The other events of the past moon circled each other in her mind, frolicking and flashing behind her eyes repeatedly.
As soon as Nightstar finished speaking, Froststar rose to her paws and took a moment to survey the gathered cats. Her icy gaze touched each individual for a second before moving on to the next, as steady and strong as a glacier's movement. She gathered a breath deep in her lungs and expelled it. "ShadowClan fares well. Prey has been running better than previous moons, and newleaf is nearly upon the marsh." Tail flicking back in forth in a calculated display of absent contentment, Froststar continued. "We honored Brindlestorm for her service to the Clan upon her retirement. Grousetooth has returned to a warrior's duties."
Squaring her shoulders and looking resolutely out over the crowd, Froststar spoke the words she knew would hurt Lynxstar, words she wished she could clarify with the truth. Alas, the forest would not stand for the truth, and ShadowClan could not afford to appear weak before their enemies. "Three moons ago, I gave birth to a pair of healthy kits. They are being fostered by Ashcloud."
Unwilling to remain standing proud before the assembled Clans with the lie of omission in the air, Froststar stepped back and sat, gesturing with her plumed tail for Shadestar to step forward. RiverClan's news was sure to be no more exciting than any other. Indeed, the most shocking news of the night would likely be that Froststar had managed to become a mother and not lose her position. It could be done, and the unspoken rules that forbade it were something ShadowClan laughed at. How could they not, when their clever minds could easily see the way around it? Her pale eyes caught on a calico warrior sitting near the center of the crowd. He nodded respectfully to her as soon as she caught his eye, and smiled slightly at her.
Surprised by the gesture, Froststar attempted to place the appearance of the cat with a name and Clan. If she recalled correctly, there had been a Gathering where his warrior ceremony had been announced, and he'd sat proudly beside a pale golden she-cat with striking eyes the leader could remember clearly all these moons later. Flameheart of ThunderClan. He, it seemed, was of a more progressive mindset than ThunderClan traditionally sported.
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Post by muffinz on Mar 26, 2013 21:36:32 GMT -5
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NOTE: This post takes place before the actual gathering begins...
Cedarstorm stopped at the entrance of the camp to puff out his chest and position his head high before bounding out of the ShadowClan camp to follow his Clanmates to Fourtrees. He was surprised to hear his name called out on the Highroot; it had been more than enough moons since he had gone to a Gathering. Ever since the day he cuffed a RiverClan apprentice for being such a nuisance of an idiot, the ShadowClan leader forbid him from going to Gatherings. Was Froststar’s decision to let him come this night a gesture of forgiveness? Cedarstorm certainly hoped so. Ever since the Gathering he hit the RiverClan apprentice, he was too ashamed to ask Froststar to let him mentor an apprentice of his own. Although Cedarstorm was a seasoned warrior, Froststar never appointed a young cat to learn under him. While Pinestep went on to mentor Foxpaw, Froststar never appointed an apprentice to Cedarstorm. And if he were ever to become deputy, he needed an apprentice.
The night air was crisp, and the full moon stared at the cats, its head tilted sideways as if curiosity prompted it to wonder what will happen in the Gathering. All the while, Cedarstorm felt the urge to show Froststar that he was ready for an apprentice. Only if some cat somehow hurt themselves... the tom schemed, then I could gather cobwebs carry the injured cat back to camp... that would show her—how strong I am!
The patrol stopped at a cliff that always stood in the party’s way when they went to Fourtrees. Some cats chose to climb the cliff, and some just went around. Cedarstorm inwardly grinned as he remembered himself training alone to be able to climb the cliff swifter than any cat in the forest—a perfect way to flaunt his skills to Froststar. Keeping his normally serious face on, Cedarstorm leapt onto a nearby sycamore branch, and leapt onto a higher one, landing his paws perfectly on the limb of the sycamore tree. Perfectly balanced, like an oversized squirrel sitting on a branch, Cedarstorm then leapt into the air again, doing a classic warrior airborne twist that one would use in battle against the enemy. He soared through the air, executing a perfect battle move, and landed neatly on all fours at the top of the cliff, in front of the whole patrol. Cedarstorm, without looking back, continued to pad forward slowly as if nothing happened, as if he wasn’t showing off. Imagining his peers admiring him in awe and Froststar nodding in approval, Cedarstorm slowed down his pace, waiting for the rest of the cats to catch up to him. He saw the tops of the four trees that outlined their Gathering place.
Soon, Pinestep was walking beside him. Cedarstorm’s gaze locked onto Pinestep, his deputy brother, and he looked at his brother’s broad shoulders and green eyes that stared straight ahead. Pinestep, didn’t you see that move I just did? Why aren’t you acknowledging me? Cedarstorm silently implored his brother to praise him so that Froststar would appoint him an apprentice. Staring at his brother and wondering whether Pinestep would even meet his gaze or not, Cedarstorm suddenly screeched in surprise. His front paw was caught in the arch of a root that protruded from the ground. He tumbled, head first into the cold, hard floor, his nose pierced by a rock. He sprawled onto the ground, and piercing pain seared through his nose.
Cedarstorm quickly regained his footing and stood, and only then did he realize that every cat from all four clans was staring at him, silenced, quiet as if a school teacher walked into a room full of talking students. Cedarstorm gasped as he pawed at his face. He was bleeding, badly. His paws left his face, painted red. While the moon was shining down like a spotlight and illuminating the fresh blood that covered Cedarstorm, a hundred eyes aimed directly towards him. Cedarstorm felt embarrassment travel like an electrical shock through his body to make his fur rise.
The tom heard quiet sniggering among the myriad of cats and instinctively, Cedarstorm felt a low rumble in his throat. "Shut up." His baritone voice rang throughout the assembly, received by a hundred ears surrounding him. Cedarstorm immediately regretted what he said, and felt his fur rise hotly even more. He had forgotten how Fourtrees amplified one’s voice. Now how was Froststar going to give him an apprentice?
note: I'm sorry I kind of went back in time before the Gathering started... Is that against the rules?
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Post by flyaway on Apr 9, 2013 17:50:32 GMT -5
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