Post by mewmehh on Aug 21, 2018 21:02:22 GMT
Bellfeather had bid a rambunctious Darkpaw farewell as Ivyclan had arrived, the blue warrior deciding that her first Gathering without her precious Frogsong ought to be spent socializing with others. Thus, she went about greeting those from the forest, taking particular interesting in the goofy grin of pride that the tall white and ginger warrior named Longwing sported as he padded briskly at the front. Bellfeather chuckled lightly as she noticed a few smaller cats trotting along after him, very similar in appearance, and the she-warrior guessed that the tom was getting to show them to their first Gathering. Bellfeather felt a soft pang of somber nostalgia at the fact, but shook it away, replacing it with a beaming smile. "Greetings, Longwing," she meowed as they reached closer proximity.
Longwing had been playfully speaking to Wingedpaw as the blue Mothclan warrior approached and he swung his silky head around to face her. His odd eyes of gold and turquoise glittered pleasantly as he mewed,"Greetings Bellfeather. How's the prey running in Mothclan?" As he greeted her, he glanced down to his excited kits and added warmly,"Pardon them. It's their first Gathering as apprentices. Here, you lot go on and introduce yourselves to the other apprentices. But be nice and remember your manners." The long warrior affectionately ran the length of his feathery tail across the tops of his kits' heads, dismissing them and giving them free reign to explore a bit before the Gathering. Turning back to the blue she-cat, he purred,"Being a parent really changes your life, you know?"
Bellfeather nodded happily and joined him in a rumbling purr of her own, and the two sat down to talk amongst themselves as they waited for Mistclan to arrive.
Hopping away from her father's side, Wingedpaw glanced around for her own mentor. Maplespring had accompanied them to this Gathering, she believed, but the young tom was nowhere to be found. Of course, the bustling numbers of just the two clans there made it difficult to see each cat that was there, so the pale apprentice simply figured that he was probably off, visiting with friends. Which was something she wanted to do too! Scurrying over to her kinmates, Wingedpaw gestured to a group of Mothclan apprentices and purred,"Let's go talk to them!" Her voice was hushed, but filled with excitement, and while she wanted to race over there and meet them, she also wanted to stay close to her siblings.
Aloestream kept mostly to herself as she walked near the back of the Ivyclan group. Once they reached the clearing where the dead monster swelled, the dusty white warrior ducked away from the others and tucked herself in a tuft of clover growing wildly, settling comfortably into the soft green mass. This was her first Gathering as a warrior, and she had mixed feelings. On one paw, she wanted to meet up with some of the other new warriors, to chat with and enjoy their company before all the doom and gloom of the clan announcements that was sure to come. But with warrior talk, it was almost always of conquerings, of how well you fought, or of this and that sort of things that Aloestream ultimately found unsavory. She wanted to make friends, but found it to be difficult for such a finicky cat as herself It made her think back to the comments she got in apprenticehood, musings about how she'd be better off living as a kittypet without how little she liked to fight. It was a thought she pondered a little here and there, but never before as much as she had now thay she was a warrior. It saceed her as much as it scared her to receive her warrior name.
Swallowing down all the nerves that bunched up anxiously in her throat, she set her powder blue eyes on the decrepit monster, her curled ears perked and waiting for the Gathering to start.
Sabletail trudged forward, his ears dropping heavily and tail dragging in the dirt and grass. His eyes were glassy and red, as if the tom hadn't slept in days and his exhaustion could easily be read on his face. His body felt both heavy and floaty, dragging from being dead-tired, but tickled in a sprightly way that made his gait appear quite odd and awkward.
His ears felt like cotton tufts and head was like it was full of clouds. It was a muffled sort of feeling that Sabletail had grown accustomed to. The fact irritated him and he wasn't proud of it, being used to and accepting of what they had by now figured was some kind of drug-induced state. What wouldn't kill him would make him stronger, but the deputy felt it was in bad taste to work with a fuzzy mind. And now, of all things, they were going to the Gathering like this!
Sabletail wore his tired scowl as he padded after Bearstar, not caring much to speak any greetings to any cats he passed by as he and the brown she-cat made their way to the monster perch. The tom couldn't even enjoy sitting in his usual spot with Brackenfall and the missing Roseblaze, his lack of sleep and worries about plotting the next patrol to search for Nectarpaw and her siblings, or maybe they would look for Petalpaw this time in the north? The deputy couldn't get his thoughts together long enough to even catch a wink to sleep and it led him to a bitter, snappish mood.
Behind the leader and deputy padded Saltweed, the silvery lilac queen finally making her first real leave from the Nursery. Having grown tired of hearing Cherryheart's latest litter bickering from sun up to moon high, the spotted she-cat wished to return to her usual warrior duties, and that included attending the moonly Gatherings.
But of course, she had kits to care for. Would she leave them in the care of Lilycloud and Cherryheart? Lilycloud, maybe. But Cherryheart? Nothing against the queen, but Saltweed wouldn't leave Foxkit and Thistlekit alone with the tired red queen's brood to save their lives. Thus, the silvery she-warrior lightly waddled after her clanmates with two spotted bodies draped across her back.
Any cat unaccustomed to Gatherings was an uncultured one and with how her babies were above all the rest, so should be their culturing, Saltweed believed. So this would be her daughter and son's first Gathering of many. And all the while, Saltweed's smugness over her kits kept her mind clear of the wafting scents that laced their territory.
Foxkit watched the land go by from atop his mother's back, his black body pressed close to Thistlekit's lilac one as his orange eyes stared widely ahead. This was their first time out of the camp and Foxkit was caught up in so much wonderment at the sight of the nighttime world all awash with silver moonlight that he didn't care how close he was lumped with his sister, or how his mother's tail hung annoyingly across their nuzzles during the walk through Mustclan's territory. He was too awestruck and excited. But, he still remained quiet. Such was something the pair had to promise before their mother would bring them. Saltweed would be having no naughty or noisy kits at the Gathering, or "so help me," Foxkit recalled her saying, "I'll have your tails in front of all three clans." It was a good enough deal on its own, but Foxkit didn't much care for being loud anyways, so it was practically perfect in his eyes.
As they reached the clearing, his orange almond orbs lit up and he gently rested his chin on top of his sister's crown, forgetting in the moment that they were suppose to hate touching each other and instead allowing himself to enjoy their experience together. Every once in a blue moon, the kit had to act his age.
Longwing had been playfully speaking to Wingedpaw as the blue Mothclan warrior approached and he swung his silky head around to face her. His odd eyes of gold and turquoise glittered pleasantly as he mewed,"Greetings Bellfeather. How's the prey running in Mothclan?" As he greeted her, he glanced down to his excited kits and added warmly,"Pardon them. It's their first Gathering as apprentices. Here, you lot go on and introduce yourselves to the other apprentices. But be nice and remember your manners." The long warrior affectionately ran the length of his feathery tail across the tops of his kits' heads, dismissing them and giving them free reign to explore a bit before the Gathering. Turning back to the blue she-cat, he purred,"Being a parent really changes your life, you know?"
Bellfeather nodded happily and joined him in a rumbling purr of her own, and the two sat down to talk amongst themselves as they waited for Mistclan to arrive.
Hopping away from her father's side, Wingedpaw glanced around for her own mentor. Maplespring had accompanied them to this Gathering, she believed, but the young tom was nowhere to be found. Of course, the bustling numbers of just the two clans there made it difficult to see each cat that was there, so the pale apprentice simply figured that he was probably off, visiting with friends. Which was something she wanted to do too! Scurrying over to her kinmates, Wingedpaw gestured to a group of Mothclan apprentices and purred,"Let's go talk to them!" Her voice was hushed, but filled with excitement, and while she wanted to race over there and meet them, she also wanted to stay close to her siblings.
Aloestream kept mostly to herself as she walked near the back of the Ivyclan group. Once they reached the clearing where the dead monster swelled, the dusty white warrior ducked away from the others and tucked herself in a tuft of clover growing wildly, settling comfortably into the soft green mass. This was her first Gathering as a warrior, and she had mixed feelings. On one paw, she wanted to meet up with some of the other new warriors, to chat with and enjoy their company before all the doom and gloom of the clan announcements that was sure to come. But with warrior talk, it was almost always of conquerings, of how well you fought, or of this and that sort of things that Aloestream ultimately found unsavory. She wanted to make friends, but found it to be difficult for such a finicky cat as herself It made her think back to the comments she got in apprenticehood, musings about how she'd be better off living as a kittypet without how little she liked to fight. It was a thought she pondered a little here and there, but never before as much as she had now thay she was a warrior. It saceed her as much as it scared her to receive her warrior name.
Swallowing down all the nerves that bunched up anxiously in her throat, she set her powder blue eyes on the decrepit monster, her curled ears perked and waiting for the Gathering to start.
Sabletail trudged forward, his ears dropping heavily and tail dragging in the dirt and grass. His eyes were glassy and red, as if the tom hadn't slept in days and his exhaustion could easily be read on his face. His body felt both heavy and floaty, dragging from being dead-tired, but tickled in a sprightly way that made his gait appear quite odd and awkward.
His ears felt like cotton tufts and head was like it was full of clouds. It was a muffled sort of feeling that Sabletail had grown accustomed to. The fact irritated him and he wasn't proud of it, being used to and accepting of what they had by now figured was some kind of drug-induced state. What wouldn't kill him would make him stronger, but the deputy felt it was in bad taste to work with a fuzzy mind. And now, of all things, they were going to the Gathering like this!
Sabletail wore his tired scowl as he padded after Bearstar, not caring much to speak any greetings to any cats he passed by as he and the brown she-cat made their way to the monster perch. The tom couldn't even enjoy sitting in his usual spot with Brackenfall and the missing Roseblaze, his lack of sleep and worries about plotting the next patrol to search for Nectarpaw and her siblings, or maybe they would look for Petalpaw this time in the north? The deputy couldn't get his thoughts together long enough to even catch a wink to sleep and it led him to a bitter, snappish mood.
Behind the leader and deputy padded Saltweed, the silvery lilac queen finally making her first real leave from the Nursery. Having grown tired of hearing Cherryheart's latest litter bickering from sun up to moon high, the spotted she-cat wished to return to her usual warrior duties, and that included attending the moonly Gatherings.
But of course, she had kits to care for. Would she leave them in the care of Lilycloud and Cherryheart? Lilycloud, maybe. But Cherryheart? Nothing against the queen, but Saltweed wouldn't leave Foxkit and Thistlekit alone with the tired red queen's brood to save their lives. Thus, the silvery she-warrior lightly waddled after her clanmates with two spotted bodies draped across her back.
Any cat unaccustomed to Gatherings was an uncultured one and with how her babies were above all the rest, so should be their culturing, Saltweed believed. So this would be her daughter and son's first Gathering of many. And all the while, Saltweed's smugness over her kits kept her mind clear of the wafting scents that laced their territory.
Foxkit watched the land go by from atop his mother's back, his black body pressed close to Thistlekit's lilac one as his orange eyes stared widely ahead. This was their first time out of the camp and Foxkit was caught up in so much wonderment at the sight of the nighttime world all awash with silver moonlight that he didn't care how close he was lumped with his sister, or how his mother's tail hung annoyingly across their nuzzles during the walk through Mustclan's territory. He was too awestruck and excited. But, he still remained quiet. Such was something the pair had to promise before their mother would bring them. Saltweed would be having no naughty or noisy kits at the Gathering, or "so help me," Foxkit recalled her saying, "I'll have your tails in front of all three clans." It was a good enough deal on its own, but Foxkit didn't much care for being loud anyways, so it was practically perfect in his eyes.
As they reached the clearing, his orange almond orbs lit up and he gently rested his chin on top of his sister's crown, forgetting in the moment that they were suppose to hate touching each other and instead allowing himself to enjoy their experience together. Every once in a blue moon, the kit had to act his age.