Let Us [Gather]

[&Nony]

|OOC| The site is in need of activity. I thought a Gathering would do us some good. Have atleast one or two cats from each clan, if you only have a few cats, like one to three, post with at least one or two of them |

| F A L C O N star |xy
_{[fly with the falcons]}

He let out a harsh yowl, the tabby tom had grown quite large, he was probably around 30 moons now. The island, it wasn't the first time coming here, but it was a hassle to get there. The snowy terrain was making it hard for them all. His one good olive eye searched the crowd of WindClan warriors, making sure those he had picked were here. The mighty falcon, Falconspirit, stood upon his shoulder, still as young as he had been many moons ago. Of course he had chicks somewhere in the midst of the winter, but they were safe with their mother.

"Falconspirit, StarClan is angry at us all, aren't they? They are angry at me, because of my kits," he mewled, looking at the predator of the skies. The falcon let out a snort, 'They are quiet young one, angry at you, maybe, but you followed your heart.' A long wing was draped along his shoulder, and the falcon nuzzled his beak into the rough hair on the back of Falconstar's head. It was full of comfort, and reassurance.

"WindClan, move out! Careful crossing the log!" he yowled, before making his way down the slope, the falcon rising high into the air. Falconstar clambered up the log, and carefully stalked across, guiding the WindClan cats.

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| L E O P A R D tail |xx
_{[through the eyes of a spotted warrior]}

Leopardtail watched her magnificent leader, the words he spoke were unlike the ones the cats spoke. He was speaking bird, and was quite fluent in it. Letting out a yawn she shook her striped pelt, her tail fluffing out and giving a flick. Deep-golden eyes followed the curve of the hill, trailing to the island. She was nervous, and she had no idea why. What Nitrogen had told her was quite scary, she was related to three other cats? Lionpelt, Tigerfang, and Lynxcloud?

She didn't believe it at first, they were all different colored, and their parents were white and black. How was that possible? Maybe it was the work of StarClan. The she-cat was so confused to what was going on. Letting out a sigh she couldn't shake away what she had been told. The prophecy she had been given. Leopardtail knew it had to deal with her sister in RiverClan, Lynxcloud. Hearing Falconstar's calling she raced down after him, pulling herself onto the log she was careful as she followed him.

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| E M E R A L D pool |xx
_{[gaze into my eyes of emerald]}

Emeraldpool shivered, the frost attracted to her dark pelt. It matched her father's, who she dearly loved. Her green eyes gazed down, staring at the ice. Never had she really gone her before, just a few times at the Moonpool, but never here. IT was a first, and she was nervous. The she-cat had no intentions of going down there, but she hurried to get near her father. Lightly rubbing her shoulder against his she comforted him.

The she-cat was silent, and broke apart from him. Emeraldpool let out a sigh, what was going on through his mind? She padded after him, down the slope and to the log. She grasped it tight, carefully clawing her away across, and to the gathering area.

| T A T T E R claw|xy
_{[torn at the claw]}

The large mackerel tom shifted his weight, he was with the ThunderClan group, leading them along with Stoatstar...wherever he was. Large orange eyes scanned the heads, looking for the white one that belonged to the leader. He was upset, and worried out of his mind. The tom kept disappearing, and coming back tired to camp. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't here, so he could rest up.

"Where is he?" he let out a growl, kneading his claws into the icy earth. There was a sudden pain, and he looked down at his paws. The claw that was so twisted, it was not fixable, was twisted into another direction. There was a light trickle of blood for a few seconds, then it stopped. He wondered why it had done that. Sooner or later he would have Evanescencemist tear it out carefully with her herbs and medicinal powers.

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| E V A N E S C E N C E mist|xx
_{[sing to the skies my love]}

She hid well against the snowy background, slinking silently through the snow-cover terrain. Her blue-gray eyes glittered in the darkness. A smooth sound came from her lips, and she began to sing the mockingbird song she sang as a mere kit. Evanescencemist could still remember that day, so well it had influenced her life. The song grew darker as she grew deeper into her thoughts.

She had gone past the ShadowClan group, accidentally bumping into a cat, his fur ruddy. "Sorry, wasn't looking where I was going," soft tones were taken, and she dipped her head apologetically.

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| R I P P L E sky|xy

The lean, strong tom literally had to drag himself down there. His chest heaved, for he was not the strong tom he use to be. He was growing old, probably a bit over forty moons. Sure that wasn't much yet, but he could feel the teasing of old age upon him. Staring down at Tatterclaw he knew they were both growing old.

Without a complaint he trotted down to the large mackerel tabby, grinning with a tired face. Ripplesky wished he hadn't come here, but he wouldn't miss this for the world. Sickness, starvation, death, it was all upon them. All of it. He could feel it attacking his bones. Letting out a sigh he watched the large crowd of cats. How could this happen to them?

| S N O W path|xy

His deep colored eyes glared out, staring at the moving shapes in the territory. He had never been to the island much, seeing as most of his apprenticeship was held back in the old lands. Snowpath couldn’t believe they were all actually gone. He sighted a light silver tabby, beautiful, but she was forbidden, a ThunderClan cat, plus that was the medicine cat. He admired her, but he knew this.

Watching her run into someone, of his clan, he turned away letting out a sigh. It was best he find himself a she-cat of ShadowClan, but he couldn’t help but to admire her. Watching movement he saw WindClan moving into the island, at least their leader was here, and not somewhere. Well, all he could do know was wait.

|That is all the kitties I have brought! EDIT; whoever is not here is either gaurding camp or a loner. The season is still leaf-bare in this thread. Ripplesky is being written out because he is dead. <3|OOC|
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[wispy]

SilentStream

SilentStream waited patiently with his clanmates, allowing an air of boredom to encase him. Really, what was so special about this gathering? Sure, it was fun to see the other clans now and then, but there were so many! He wanted to run away from all their eyes, all these moving bodies. He felt exposed in this wintry season, his black hide sticking out like a twisted claw. Not to mention, this snow was cold. He shook a paw with irritation as the cold wet settled between his pads, freezing him from his paw to his tail. Said tail twitched away from the snow covered ground, arching gracefully in the air, safely above the ground.

How soon until they could cross?

His paws never stayed on the ground long, and the constant moving made it look like he was tearing the hard earth nervously, when indeed all he wanted was to be warm. His previous boredom vanished with concern as they continued to stay still. But of course he didn't complain. He didn't say anything, instead he continued his awkward dance, each paw lifting up in turn, then thudding back into the ground. It was so cold, even his whiskers were frozen!

At last, FalconStar gave the command to move ahead. SilentStream bolted forward hardly even before the words had left his leader's mouth. SilentStream was one of the first on the log, his claws trying desperatly to sink into the frozen wood.
As he slipped and slid across the log he thought, and not for the first time, how lovely it would have been to stay in camp. He could be nestled in his den right now, warm and content, dreaming sweet dreams or horrid nightmares, it didn't matter to him what came to him in sleep.
But he couldn't just say 'no thanks, i'd rather stay back because I want to sleep,' could he? He didn't know what they did in other clans, but in Windclan that just didn't happen.

With a final grunt he heaved himself over the last but of the log, landing safely on the island. He flicked an ear, scurrying out of the way of incoming cats.
If he thought off the island was bad, being on it was worse. Cats surrounded him on all sides, it was hard not to bump into anyone. He counted at least five cats he ran into before he managed to seat himself by a ring of bushes, trying to stay out of view. SilentStream didn't mean to be antisocial, he would talk if another talked to him, and he'd even be reasonably friendly, but who wanted to talk to a cat as strange as he? Always skulking by the bushses, trying to make himself disappear, with his mismatched eyes following all the moving shapes.

He must admit, he was especially interested in his leader's bird. Constantly, he watched the bird out of the corner of his eye, though the thought of eating him tried hard not to enter his mind. That falcon was a friend, apparently.

SilentStream lowered his head, giving his butterfly marking a couple of awkward licks. This tan bit of fur made him stand out even more. The snow made him look darker, but when he tried to melt with shadows that butterfly constantly betrayed him. It wanted to glow in what little light was around him, as it did now. No matter how dirty it got, any cat could see him.
He sighed, again turning his attention to all the cats. His eyes spotted a pretty medicine cat, and he unconciously dipped his head toward her. He respected the healers, and had often thought of being one himself, but that was a decision to be made when one was an apprentice, not a warrior. But really, he hated to fight, or even to hunt. Taking another's life or wounding an animal did not please him, in fact it disgusted him. Too bad he hadn't fully understood the Medicine Cat's role when he was young; not that he understood them now, but had least he'd figured out they weren't out to cause him harm, as he initially believed.

He continued to dip his head to various warriors, though he didn't recognize anyone. You'd think he would by now, make a friend during a gathering that is, but none had of yet attempted to really befriend him. That suited him fine. He setteled a little more, relaxing his shoulders, waiting patiently for the Gathering to start.

ooc;

Hm, antisocial guy, isn't he? x3 ANYWAY, I don't know if he's invitied, but..he is now? If not..then he got confused and followed the group x3

[s t e a l t h]

ooc;; I guess I'll post, too since Wispy did...

btw,
teal = riverclan
black = shadowclan
orange = thunderclan

bic;;

hawstar;;

The large grayish-brown tabby sat upon the stone patiently as he waited for the other Clans arrival. RiverClan had always been the first to attend the Gatherings, since his Clan lived so close to the Island. He knew he didn't have to arrive so early, but he liked making sure that no cat from rival Clans were stealing prey. He knew how desperate some had become; he had seen it growing among his Clan, as well. A chilly breeze blew against his face, carrying the scent of other Clans cats. The tom closed his eyes, inhaling and consentrating on the scent. ShadowClan would be the second to arrive, WindClans scent following it up. Piercing bluish-green eyes scanned the area; he could see the figures of cat in the distance, one ShadowClan tom in particularly, whos pelt glistened in the moon light.

"Its about time," Hawstar said, loud enough for cats who had been close to the foot of the stone on which he sat to hear, his eyes rolling. He was growing impatient; when would this begin?

dawnshadow;;

The she-cat carefully crossed the log, her claws firmly dug into the icy log. It was freezing, and it was already summer. She could imagine how cold the water beneath her was if it was so chilly in the air. The thought made her shiver. Only a little bit longer, then she would be on land. Soft, cold, muddy land. It was then the she-cat realized that perphaps asking to attend this Gathering wasn't too wise of her, but it was too late now to turn around, and cat behind her were waiting to get across. The tabby she-cat took a finally leap, and quickly padded more inland, where hopefully the earth would be more firm.

Spotting her brothers silver pelt, she headed over to him, and sat herself down, wrapping her tail around her paws, hoping it would help her keep warm.

lionpelt;;

The golden pelted warrior daintily hopped along the edge of the lake, avoiding areas that looked especially muddy; getting his paws dirty would be a disaster! Imagine what that would do to his ego! He would be the laugh of all the Clans! No, he wouldn't have it. He must be sure that he looked his best no matter what. The tom carefully crosses the log, only the tinniest bit of the dirt flawing his pelt. Hopefully no one had seen such a humiliating thing.

His tail waved elegantly in the air as he walked, his golden fur sparkling in the light of the moon, and his nose held high, as if he were the only one that mattered. Enviously, his amber eyes stared at the mackerel tabby tom, the tom he believed until not too long ago was his father. Soon Lionpelt would have his position as leader. Very soon, hopefully. A dark laugh was emitted from his throat, quickly concealing. Any suspension would be catastrophic to his plan.

snowstorm;;

The snowy tom traveled closely behind his mentor, carefully that she did not escape his sight. Then, the she-cats song rung in his ears. He had always thought it was strange that the she-cat had sung, but never thought too much of it, until now. Why was she doing it here in front of other cats? In front of other Clans! His faced flushed with embarrassment, and pleaded to himself that Evanescenemist would quiet in soft tune.

Thankfully, his wishes were granted when the she-cat bumped into a tom, ShadowClan by the smell of it. And although he had nearly fallen into the water, it was defiantly worth it. As the log ended, the tom cautiously stepped off the log, landing in the mud with a 'splat.' A growl rumbled in his throat. He wished Nightwind was here. He must look ridiculous, clumps of mud cling to his pure white pelt. This always had to happen to him. Always.