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Post by Durango on Jul 20, 2012 16:28:50 GMT -5
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The proud NorthClan leader brought along Fishbone and Poisonthorn with him, marching onto the island with a grin that sparked in the moonlight. He couldn't wait to declare how NorthClan had triumphed over EastClan, and see the defeated look on the face of their new leader. The Clans hadn't gathered in quite some time, so he expected there to be different cats leading the Clans than there had been in the past. No one lasted long it seemed.
He took his place and sat down, blue eyes narrowed as he surveyed the very small gathering of cats. It was just the leader from each of the Clans and the cats they had chosen to bring. Typically it was the deputy of the Clan and another warrior that they brought along. Either way there were a trio of cats from each Clan, and only the leaders were permitted to exchange words. He noticed some unfamiliar faces around and dipped his head.
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Post by sil on Jul 20, 2012 22:46:56 GMT -5
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[/i][/color] The light of the full moon reflected off the pale stripes down his body like the bones of his namesake as Fishbone obediently followed a tail-length behind his leader, a strange mixture of apprehension and excitement tumbling through his gut. Excitement, obviously, for coming to his first gathering; and apprehension at how the meeting would go after NorthClan’s victory over EastClan. What would the other Clans think when they hear NorthClan is now occupying a large swath of EastClan territory, including their camp? Would they be threatened? Would they demand parts of EastClan land for themselves?
Fishbone swung his orange-amber eyes across the small island. He wouldn’t recognize most of the cats assembled, and he hoped none of the EastClanners recognized him or Poisonthorn. He wondered if that’s why Scatterstar had chosen the two of them to accompany him; because they had been involved in Ripplestar’s death. Despite this, Fishbone felt a sense of pride wash through him, carrying him the last few pawsteps to where his leader sat. NorthClan was strong—very likely the most powerful of the four, even with their recent losses. And soon, every Clan would know it.
This Greenleaf moon-high was a peaceful one. Fishbone could only wonder how long the peace would last with tensions so high in the Clans.
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Post by Toadie on Jul 21, 2012 2:21:45 GMT -5
Poisonthorn stared around at the other cats, looking for any signs of hostility. Every Clan seemed to be neutral for the time being, but without their starry ancestors around, what would happen if a fight broke out? Would it still render the Gathering invalid? Every cat knew that the reason that leaders took two other cats to the Gathering was to protect them while they engaged in discussion. It was true that the risk was always that one Clan might overheat and start a fight.
He recognized the former EastClan deputy who was now the leader of her Clan. Her name was Thistlestripe, he recalled. Now she would be Thrushstar. He didn't recognize the new leader of WestClan though, and it seemed that SouthClan also had a new leader in the form of Raggedstar. His ears flicked as he took in the sights of new cats. It seemed that every gathering, the lineup was different.
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Post by Amelia on Jul 22, 2012 2:19:46 GMT -5
[THiSTLESTAR] Thistlestar glared with malice as Scatterstar and his entourage walked onto the island. They looked so triumphantly because they'd claimed part of EastClan's territory. No doubt they'll brag about it, she thought. She growled and stared at them. She brought her two warriors with her, Sunstripe and Icebriar.
She sat in her place and continued to glare daggers at the NorthClan warrior. How arrogant he looked, after he'd just practically destroy an entire Clan and taken their Clan. How powerful they surely though they were. She had to suppress a hiss. |
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Post by Firefly on Jul 26, 2012 13:26:28 GMT -5
Raggedstar and the SouthClan cats arrived, looking half starved. He was still trying to act his usual intimidating self but it was hard when he hadn't eaten for days. The other Clans didn't seem to have too much of a lack of prey. He didn't recognize most of them, except for Scatterstar. It seemed as though they'd fallen on hard times too, in their Clans. Even the NorthClan cats had battle wounds marking their shoulders.
"Greetings, warriors," he meowed to them as he took his place on the small island. There was much for them to discuss.
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Post by Kenya on Jul 26, 2012 23:07:21 GMT -5
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The island around them was calm, bathed in moonlight. The water surrounding them was also calm. This was an excellent night for a gathering if the leaders could remain peaceful, which he knew was unlikely. Redstep's mind remained neutral and observant as usual. Most cats took him for simply 'apathetic' in personality, and maybe he was like that at times. More likely it was simply because unless scolding his apprentice he didn't see the use of speaking more then was needed.
Redstep followed Raggedstar, flanking his leader. He held his head high even though the ribs showed through his dark ginger fur. His eyes were kept intently focused on all the cats present, none of which he recognized. Going by scent he picked out which cats belonged where and by the looks of it all clans were well fed. Every gathering the cats who walked onto the island were always different. Scatterstar, the leader from Northclan, was the only one he recognized among the other leaders. The cats from Northclan with the exception of Scatterstar and Eastclan both held fresh wounds on their pelts. It looked like Southclan weren't the only ones facing troubled times.
Despite his empty stomach Redstep still tried to look strong, using his long legs as an advantage to standing tall. There would surly be a lot to discuss at tonight's gathering.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jul 27, 2012 17:19:42 GMT -5
Thrushstar, Hickoryfur and Ravensun arrived last. It was in her mind to say nothing of the pandemic going around in her Clan, and the madness that was spreading from warrior to warrior. She couldn't let their weaknesses be known. She could already see certain weaknesses in the other Clans. Ripplestar and Zephyrstar were gone, and replaced by their deputies. SouthClan looked like they were starving to death, EastClan looked bloodied and clawed, and NorthClan looked triumphant yet they too also had the claw marks of a battle on them.
She expected much interesting news to be told at the Gathering. "Hello, Raggedstar," she meowed, recognizing the cat who used to be Raggedclaw the deputy as the new leader of SouthClan. "I am now Thrushstar, the leader of WestClan. Scarletstar has vanished. This is our new deputy, Hickoryfur." She nodded to the tan and red tom next to her. |
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Post by ℳoon 浤 on Aug 1, 2012 19:21:03 GMT -5
The WestClan deputy searched the eyes of the cats from the other clans. Even though none of them could say anything to each other, he could tell that they were going through hard times too. It seemed that no Clan was getting away without going through some form of trial. His clan was plagued with illness left and right, taking down even some of the strongest of warriors.
He quietly sat to the right of Thrushstar. He was interested in hearing what all the leaders had to say. This was the first gathering he'd ever been to, and also his first as the deputy of WestClan.
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Post by Smith on Aug 9, 2012 16:56:20 GMT -5
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Even though Icebriar was usually mild-mannered, she was glaring daggers at the NorthClan cats. She couldn't stand how proud and haughty Scatterstar looked for driving them out of their rightful territory. She would have wished for lightning from StarClan to strike the cold-hearted leader from the north but she remembered that Thistlestar told them that they were abandoning their faith in StarClan. According to her, they had never come to her and had abandoned their Clan.
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Post by sil on Aug 19, 2012 21:40:31 GMT -5
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[/i][/color] Fishbone scrutinized each of the assembled cats. The EastClan cats he recognized; mostly not by name, but by seeing them in the battle. He unflinchingly met Thistlestar’s (and her warrior’s) heated, hostile glare. He knew they deserved every last display of hatred from the EastClanners, but he wouldn’t let that make him feel any more guilt about what they had done. Let them huff and puff and fluff their fur.
The emaciation of SouthClan surprised him and he wondered how long they’d been starving. Because he had no idea about the sickness plaguing WestClan, it appeared that WestClan were the only ones who weren’t suffering this green-leaf. The constant cycle of new leaders no longer shocked Fishbone; now all he could think of when he looked at them was how they’d never been chosen by StarClan, and how each of them only had one solitary life. He mulled over the fragility of the Clans while he waited for the Gathering to officially start.
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