Nightstrike padded along side his clan mates to the gathering place his head and tail held high. As they reached the ancient monsters he shared tongues with a cat here and there from other clans until the call for the gathering began and he took a seat next to a Mistclan she-cat who was obviously pregnant. His forest green eyes looking up to where the leaders sat. His ears pricked curious to hear what the leaders had to say. The pregnant she-cat started whispering to another cat saying she had news. "Shh, act like the warriors you are instead of excited apprentices here for the first time." He growled before casting his gaze once more back to the leaders.
Pigeonfang grinned at Dawnpetal's warm greeting, though he didn't return her lick. Talking to each other at a gathering is one thing... being blatantly affectionate was another. As the leaders continued to wait for the clans to quiet down, Pigeonfang settled down next to her, resting his tail over his paws.
Dawnpetal's hurried whisper made his ears perk at the sudden urgency in her voice, and Pigeonfang blinked at her just as she was silenced by an irritable tom. Pigeonfang simply glared at him, though he didn't try to shoot a comeback at the other warrior. He was curious what she so urgently needed to tell him, but her news would have to wait. They'd have plenty of time to chat later, anyway. "Tomorrow," Pigeonfang promised her as their surroundings grew quiet. With a sigh, the tom lifted his head, turning his attention back to the dead monsters.
Bearstar nodded quickly to Brackenfall; at this rate, he was soon to be leader anyway, and there were much more important updates than her mild annoyance at another clan's deputy. "And I, you," she murmured, a single ear flicking. I still don't like him being up so often. What happened to Mothstar these past seasons to leave him so frequently unavailable? Her mind drifted to that time when she was hardly a leader herself, just starting out after a devastating loss of leadership in her own clan, when her former mentor and modern rival and peer had fallen off of the monster in bloodied convulsions. Perhaps he had never truly recovered even after StarClan absorbed the sickness from his body. Absorbed in thought, she blinked moonishly at Owlstar for a moment before her vision focused back on the moment at hand and she dipped her head in thanks. "Very well."
"MistClan has had a thankfully quiet time since the last Gathering," she allowed the lie to slip out, one she had practiced since the second body had washed up in the river. Another of that mystery clan, not one of their own. But it reeked of a bad omen. She couldn't stand the idea of her clan becoming what she could only describe as cursed, at least in the eyes of others if not in truth. I'll tell them next time, she compromised to herself, if the cats have not yet returned I will tell them. It was good that she had practiced this line, her entire body language remaining entirely neutral as if she was being honest. "We have yet to have any further news or visions about the traveling cats; my thoughts go to them often, and StarClan willing they will return soon. Keep them all in your hearts." She paused, allowing some pride to enter her eyes- and just a flicker of nervousness if one looked very closely- "In better news, we have some new warriors among us- Firegaze, Icetooth, Ashleaf, Silverspot, Mossfoot, and Cloverwing have all proven themselves as capable young cats. Acornpaw and Rushpaw have both become apprentices. And we have two kittens to announce- Fenkit and Mirekit- though their father has chosen to remain anonymous. I wish them all the best- being raised by a single parent can be hard on both mother and child, but I speak from experience that it makes you no less of a warrior. I am very proud of you all."
Sitting back down, she looked to her left, inviting either of the other two to take their turn.
Pebbleshade settled down to the side of a crowd as MistClan arrived at the Gathering place. First, he noted with a touch of pride. If he had known that, he would have taken this time to groom his fur instead of doing so rather hurriedly as the clan walked there. He looked around now and felt a sense of peace.
It was an odd emotion for the tom to have at a Gathering. Usually the bustle around him seemed hectic and overwhelming, even without the other clans present, but tonight the silvery moonlight painted a happy look over his clan. It did so in his own eyes, at least.
Nothing was perfect. For example, he'd recently involved himself in the drama of a few missing apprentices. The cats on the journey still hadn't returned to MistClan's camp. What had was another outsider's body. Petty compared to other things but still frustrating, Pebbleshade had found out that Buckleap, once a rude and annoying travel companion of his, had also ended up in MistClan. Thankfully Pebbleshade was fairly sure that he was back in camp tonight.
The grey warrior watched as more and more cats filled the area. He angled his head toward the dead monster and pricked his tufted ears as his leader began to speak. A claw of nervousness brushed against him as he wondered what news she would and would not share. And the traveling cats, he thought, I do hope they're back soon. The feeling had gone away by the time she listed the names of the new warriors. Business as usual, just like Gatherings should be. Pebbleshade sat back and waited contentedly for more news.
Post by Miss Tactical on Sept 30, 2018 18:00:46 GMT
Stormwatcher left her kits at camp once more. They were old enough now that she didn't need to be there all the time. She wouldn't miss gatherings for a second. She was upset that her sister wasn't there, she seemed to have caught a flu. She frowned slightly looking as Brackenfall climbed on top of the monsters. She locked eyes with him for just a moment. Did he know too? Did he also know that her father was clinging on to dear life? How many lives did he have now One? Two maybe? She blinked her eyes slowly scanning the clearing. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he watched Pigeonfang head over to a mistClan warrior Dawnpetal. Being a bit friendly aren't we? She nodded her head slowly, Silvertongue would be interested to hear about that.
~~~ Eveningblaze followed in suit behind Brackenfall. Bellfeather on his mind, the she-cat although not entirely his mate had grabbed his attention. He had called it off with Ruststripe the day she brought his kits out of camp. That was the final straw. He went to the nursery every day to take care of his kits, and of course visit Bellfeather and her own kits. He played with all them, explaining right from wrong, There was no denying he was a good father. During his visits he paid ruststripe no mind. He shouldn't have even bothered with that she-cat. He should have known that no matter what he did, the rebelious she-cat would continue to be just that. He sat down at the very front, locking eyes with the brown tom giving him a slight nod of his head. However his attention was quicky turned when he heard a loud yowl crashing into the gathering. "What in StarClan ?!? ~~
Mudjaw felt his muscles burning. He had been running and walking nonstop. Ever since that stupid prey hickey fell into the water, which was NOT his fault, he felt his blood running cold. Almost there, almost there It was the night of the full moon and all the clans would be gathered at the abandoned monsters. Panting he pushed himself through some tall rushes before letting out a loud battle cry to grab the attention of the gathered cats. "STOPPPPPPP!!!!!! He watched as the other cats turned their heads to face his painful cry.
He pushed his way to the front of the gathering, the other Journey cats behind him. He looked up to Owlstar, his amber eyes burning brightly, with ferocity with something that was never seen before. "Owlstar, please....I have news to report...I'd...like to address them to everyone if I may please. His amber eyes were fierce as he looked up at his leader and deputy Roseblaze. It was bold of him to ask to join the leaders on top of the Monsters, but after what they had all just been through, it would be important for all the clans to know what may be coming there way.
Owlstar had nodded briefly to Bearstar, and had just parted her maw to speak when a cry broke the silence in the clearing. Her gaze whipped around, yellow eyes blazing, to fiercely glare at the warrior who DARE to interrupt her just as she was about to speak. But then, her anger broke when she realized exactly who had called out. Mudjaw. Mudjaw? The cats sent from the journey, returned here on the night of their Gathering. He looked... Tired, exhausted, how far had they gone? Despite all this, all the thoughts that flickered through her mind in that instant, her yellow eyes softened with warmth. Her two young warriors were home safe, thank Starclan.
He asked to speak, and she frowned slightly. Couldn't it wait until they got home? Filled their bellies and slept in their own nests? The fierceness about him is what swayed her, and she glanced at Bearstar briefly, as Brackenfall didn't really have a say in the matter, and then dipped her head.
"If it is important, speak it for all to hear, Mudjaw."
“We will win this battle because we are fighting for our lives and the lives of our Clanmates.
The brown tabby warrior nodded clearly being fueled by just adrenaline. He was greatful that Owlstar was allowing him to speak at a gathering. He bunched up his hind legs and gave his tail a wiggle before leaping up. He stood besides Owlstar his fur brushing hers just briefly. It was a familiar scent and it was comforting. Owlstar was like a mother to all of IvyClan, and that alone gave him a sense of comfort. He looked out into the crowd, this is what it was like to be up here. To see all. He took in a deep breath, heart racing it was now or never right?
"Cats of all clans, I come from a long journey with my comrades. Moons ago a body fell from MistClan's waterfall and we went on a search to find out from which it came." Mudjaw started to get a lot more comfortable. He let the fur on the back of his neck lay flat, and his tail wrap calmly around his paws. Where should he go next? Certainly talking about the tribe, they didn't really need to hear about all the bickering, that was really pointless information. They needed the facts...the hard facts.
"We found a large group of cats living in ruins. They call themselves a tribe. They have cats in two roles, prey hunters who can't fight, and home guards which...all they do is fight. They are like our warriors but...MUCH bigger." He mewed firmly. Sure there were some cats that were close to his size, a bigger than average warrior, but their smallest warrior err homeguard was still bigger than average. It was daunting to think about. To be honest he felt he could have taken Talon in a one on one fight, granted it would have been INCREDIBLY costly.
"There leader is also their medicine cat, and they are forbidden from leaving their camp but I fear they may come. You see, one of their prey hunters fell into the water on our watch and fell down the river. I fear they will follow our trail so for that all clans must prepare! It wasn't his fault nor swanfurs...he would have to tell Owlstar the small nitty gritty details after the gathering. After he had a chance to see Mumblesong, he was shocked that she wasn't at the gathering herself. She went to almost every single one... he looked at all the cats who seemed to be nodding and whispering amoungst themselves.
"There head Homeguard...or what ever he is, He goes by Talon of Diving Eagle will not hesitate to fight....he yelled out some code as we were leaving...I think it was a war statement...They are at least a moons travel away at slow pace...maybe half a moon of they run....we have time!!! He mewed. He stood to his paws once more the adrenaline flowing through his veins. He looked up to the full moon pride reflecting in his eyes. He would be ready to face what ever the tribe through down at him. He would protect his clan, his mate, his friends with every ounce of blood he had left flowing through his body.
"I am not hear to tell you how to run your clans, I am just a warrior,just your average warrior, but I think it would be smart to start teaching your apprentices combat, and your medicine cats to go over basic herbs with EVERY cat. The tribe is VERY big in numbers, too little knowledge could be dire in a life or death situation. Like the code states we warriors promise to uphold it at the cost of our life, so lets do just that!!!! He ended his speech with a loud yowl before taking a step back and giving owlstar a brief nod.
He jumped down from the monsters taking a step into the crowd. His adrenaline stopped flowing, and suddenly his eyes were heavy with exhaustion. All he wanted to do was climb into his nest. It would still be a bit of a travel back to camp...but once the gathering was over he would force it to get home.
Following the brown tom whom had announced that the travelling cats had returned, the white appearance of Swanfur appeared, her pelt soiled from the mud, wind, insects, and dealing with those hideous tribe cats for the matter. "I concur with Mudjaw.." Her voice was much more tired, exhausted much like Mudjaw of Ivyclan. "Their cats are much bigger than ours, more in numbers.." The trip had made her mature, though the stress of Petalpaw and the journey got to her. "And Petalpaw has joined them, even impersonating a leader while under their care." She announced. She could careless for Petalpaw now, the brat would be served justice, even if the tribe had decided to take her in. "She has even harassed me, even during our stay there.." She mewed, turning her head to lap at her soiled fur, trying to get it clean and presentable.
"I have to agree with Mudjaw, we must do something, anything..For the warrior code." She stayed at ground level and off the monsters the leader's usually sat. IT wasn't her place to be up there anyway, more so less, it would be disrespectful. The white she-cat suddenly swayed from her entrance spot, taking the moment to collapse in exhaustion. She just laid there, trying to catch her breath. The sudden fate of Flower had also gotten to her, having seen him fall into the river, alongside Mudjaw, but than again, it wasn't their fault. The tribe cat had slipped to his death, much like the mentioned Doe the tribe had been concerned about.
Sabletail had been quietly keeping to himself beneath Bearstar's perch when two of the travelling cat's from the journey exploded into the clearing. Fear-scent floated from their bodies and exhausted was clear on their faces, but they were home!
Narrowing his amber eyes as he studied the pair more closely, beneath all the mud and grime, it was Mudjaw of Ivyclan and was that Swanfur? The dark tabby's heart leapt as he assured himself it was indeed her, safe and sound. His legs itched to hop up, but continued talk between the leaders and Mudjaw kept him in his seat.
At the Ivyclan warrior's words, he nodded thoughtfully. Already ideas of how to organize response were flitting through his head, reasoning out the best courses of action given the information available. However, it was once Swanfur spoke that Sabletail's mind went numb.
What? What did she say? P-petalpa-
He felt sick to his stomach. His daughter had indeed followed the journeying cats. But how could she had possibly pulled off some many unbelievable things? Pretending to be a leader, it was perhaps in her personality to joke that way, but alongside all the others, who would have believed her? And joining the Tribe?! Perhaps Swanfur was confused in her exhaustion. And what was that bit about harassment?
Bearstar's ears flicked, cautious astonishment on her face. "These are... dire statements you're both making," she began slowly, "but... Owlstar would not have chosen Mudjaw if he was not suited to the task, and I would not have sent Swanfur if I thought she would be anything less than entirely frank with me. It's hard to believe Petalpaw would abandon her clan..." The leader trailed off, her gaze at first a little sad with a sympathetic glance at her deputy, but hardening to yellow-orange stones as she turned back to the journey cats, "but that is her choice. Had she not run off, she would be a warrior soon. She is old enough to choose her own path, just as when I chose above all else to stay in MistClan at her age."
She fell quiet, thinking hard about what the appropriate action to take would be. She had the word of these cats that war was almost a certainty. Should they prepare, and bolster their watches, keep eyes, ears, and noses all peeled? Or send a preemptive strike? Was talking even an option at this stage? She wasn't sure. She didn't have the experience with leading a clan in wartime against anyone- that was more Mothstar's thing, and he wasn't here tonight. Instead, she deferred to the wisdom of the only somewhat older but much more experienced Owlstar. "This concerns all the clans- our differences and pasts aside, I believe we must stand together on this if the threat has not been exaggerated. Any thoughts, Owlstar?"
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