The night started as any other this time of the moon. He'd gathered his warriors quickly, the cold Leaf-Bare air creeping in as the moon rose higher into the sky. Then, with a flick of his tabby tail, they were off. He set a reasonable pace, his paw pads sticking to the damp grass as they trudged along. Brackenstar wondered who would be first tonight. Owlstar, presumably. But when he arrived into the clearing no other cats were to be seen. He gave a curt nod to his deputy before padding towards the monsters. In one swift bound he reached the stop, surveying his warriors below. His thoughts wandered for a moment to his encounter with Bearstar, but he quickly shrugged it away. He'd lost a life that day, hadn't he? He wasn't sure what he had expected death to feel like, but the idea that he had to do that 8 times over made the tom shudder. He curled his bushy tail around his paws to protect them from the cold as he awaited with yellow eyes to see who would be next to arrive into the clearing. Soon, Leaf-Bare would be over, and NewLeaf would begin. Good, he thought. The monsters were almost unbearable to sit on this time of year.
Moonhigh hung over the MistClan camp once more, the stones outside bathed in bright silver from the full moon. It was almost inviting, almost soothing in spite of the watery reflections. Bearstar had gathered her clan to her side quietly and firmly, not wanting tonight to draw on any longer than it needed to for any reason. As they emerged into the Moon's Maw clearing, she noticed immediately the lack of fresh IvyClan scent, instead replaced by MothClan's early arrival. How strange, she remarked to herself, blinking to Sabletail before hopping up beside the MothClan leader.
"Brackenstar," she mumbled, avoiding direct eye-contact with him. She didn't really want to be entangled with others at this point, did she? There were too many responsibilities, too much pain in her heart. Besides, he couldn't even swim well enough to save himself. How many lives might he have lost just floundering in there before he got lucky or a patrol found him? Perhaps I'm being too harsh though, she conceded to herself, finally giving him a glance and a short nod even as she hoped Owlstar would arrive soon to drive a physical wedge between the two of them.
IvyClan were running late. It wasn't that Rookstar had forgotten about the gathering, but rather he just didn't know how to time it. Owlstar had seemed to know on instinct when to leave, but him? He was just guessing - and, this time, he guessed wrong.
At least he wasn't too late, though. Despite that, every muttered comment from his clanmates rang in his ears as IvyClan began to fill the area. "Owlstar wouldn't have taken so long," Rookstar heard Kinktail say as the older warrior passed by. Though the grey tom's words weren't necessarily meant to be cruel, they hurt. He was trying; why couldn't they see that?
His expression must have shown his thoughts because he quickly heard another voice to his side. "You're doing fine, son," Blackheart, his father, said - the black warrior stopping by his son's side for a moment and gently nuzzling him. "You just need time to warm up. Nobody is perfect at first; not even Owlstar."
Those words seemed to calm him. Rookstar smiled back at his father and nuzzled him in return, before thanking him quietly and padding off to join the other leaders. Blackheart was right; he just needed time. Owlstar's death had come as a surprise - she had had more to teach him and, without that, he was going to have to learn on his own.
In one leap, Rookstar jumped up to join the other leaders. "Bearstar, Brackenstar," he greeted as he sat down in between the two, oblivious to any tension between them. "I hope the two of you are well?"
IvyClan: Blackheart, Cricketjump, Kinktail, Milkeyes, Rookheart, Raccoonmask, Moorwhisker, Honeychase MistClan: Twoface, Goldenmane, Rottentooth, Stagleap MothClan: Silvertongue, Sheepfur, Littledash, Rowanfrost, Bristleblaze, Fallowflight, Palepaw, Tinykit The Tribe: Night That Passes Slowly, Fox That Screams in Wind, Owl Hidden in Mist Other: Tormund, Whiskey, Pierre
Now, while Rookshade wasn't exactly the most active of cats (or the most patient or attentive or...), he did love himself a good gathering. The politics of it all fascinated him, sure, but mostly he liked gossiping about current events. Forest, if he listened closely enough he might pick up some lovely personal drama too, something he legitimately thrived upon. It was juicy and entertaining, and since he found so much of his day-to-day life to be boring beyond relief, why not indulge in his more salacious interests? The black warrior crept in soon after his leader among the rest of Mistclan, light on his paws despite the meandering way he tended to move. He hadn't attended the last couple gatherings since... ew, movement, but there was nothing better to do and he was pretty sure his old mentor was scheming.
He swore his ears burned whenever she schemed. Starclan had not seen it fit to make him extraordinary at much, but apparently he was fit enough to know when his mentor was muttering about him. If he laid low, she probably wouldn't do anything rash. Right? Right?!
The green-eyed tom found a less-crowded spot to plop down on - not too close to the leaders that he'd have to look like he was paying attention, but not so far that he couldn't hear the going ons. The best of both worlds - that's what he aimed for. And with that, the warrior settled in with a sigh, looking disinterested as always and letting his gaze sweep over the other clans.
There was nothing scarier to Mottledfeather than a gathering; she would have loved nothing better that evening than staying home and allowing herself to have a rest, to guard the camp when it was less than half-full of warriors, and enjoy the silence for a while. But she hadn't been brave enough to volunteer; and therefore she had trailed behind the rest of the clan and found herself on edge, sitting on the very fringes of the camp, wrapping her tail around her paws and doing her best to imagine she did not exist. The Mothclan warrior was not the most social cats at the best of times; and Gatherings were personally her own circle of social hell.
But other cats fared much better. For example, Nettletooth of Mistclan padded gamely around her fellow warriors, greeting the few cats she tolerated from other clans with a cursory nod; her head held high. She had missed her last few Gatherings stuck in the Nursery, but now...she was ready to make new aquaintances and to show off her proper offspring. Still, she couldn't help but look up at the rock from time to time, sniffing as she noticed one of the leaders was missing. "Hmph. Owlstar's gone. Couldn't be bothered to drag herself away from her kits and do her job, it seems." She sniffed. Not knowing how wrong she actually was - and frankly not likely to care even if she did.
The last warrior, Dustytuft, was oddly quiet. The loss of their leader had struck all of them hard, but they were there to support Rookstar in all they did. She heard one of her fellow cats, Kinktail's words, and hissed beneath her breath. "Oh hush! Now's not the time." It wasn't bad enough that they were mourning a cat who should have had ages and ages to run their clan? Who had given up not one life, but four, to keep them all safe? What they needed to do now was provided a united front; not a divided one.
Post by Miss Tactical on Feb 18, 2019 19:49:37 GMT
Eveningblaze followed Brackenstar into the clearing giving him a curt nod, he took his place below the monster surprised that IvyClan wasn’t here yet. Normally they were the first ones. With a twitch of his whiskers he watched as MothClan talked among themselves, and after what seemed like forever, the familiar scent of IvyClan hit his nose. He could see the tension between MothClan and IvyClan. With a slight smirk he watched as Rookheart made his way down towards the monster, and boy he couldn’t wait to make some sort of snide comment yet..wait something wasn’t the same where was Owlstar. Sickness or not she had never missed a gathering. He narrowed his eyes watching Rookheart jump on top of the monsters. Well this gathering would be interesting to say the least. He swiveled his ears trying to pick up the words from the other leaders, certainly there would be some type of information he could use to his advantage at a later time.
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Scorchmane was one of the first of MothClan's warriors to slide into the meeting area, his yellow gaze heavy with the exhaustion of a father with rambunctious kits. It'd been a few moons since he'd set paw in a gathering, and, despite his tiredness from a long day of work, he wanted to see what the other clans were up to. As he quietly took his usual spot in the back of the clearing, his attention flicked to the empty spot atop the monsters that his mother had always taken. For his entire life, Owlstar had always been the first leader to arrive, always waiting for the other clans with her usual patience and grace.
Just as Scorchmane felt a flicker of worry in his chest, the usual scent of IvyClan mixed with those of MothClan and MistClan as the third leader arrived. The tom blinked as he silently watched Rookheart climb to the top of the monster, his movements awkward and uncertain. His mother had never missed a gathering... was she sick? Scorchmane shook his head and forced his attention to a stray piece of fur in his mane as it stuck out rebelliously.
He was excited for his first gathering, but also didn't want to look like silly or embarrass his clan, as such Branchpaw entered the gathering place with his expression calm and head held high. He wondered where Martenpaw was, he'd rather sit near a clanmate his age rather than a stranger or one of the older IvyClanners. The cinnamon tom paused, olive eyes wide as he glanced around briefly, so lost in his thoughts he nearly walked into Creeksong who turned to give him a look of annoyance that sent the apprentice scurrying back with a hastily muttered apology. On quick strides he maneuvered around a few warriors chatting about the weather, how mundane, and his gaze landed on Rookstar as their leader clambered up to join the other leaders atop the dead monsters. He looked...natural up there. Branchpaw hoped that was a good sign. He hoped their clan would recover soon, he was still despaired over the loss and saddened he wouldn't receive his name from Owlstar as he'd always hoped.
This was pretty boring so far. Mudpaw wasn't too impressed by the gathering as it stood, he hoped the leaders would prove to be more interesting and this was the first time he saw them up close. There was Bearstar, the deputies, Rookheart, his own leader, wait..something seemed off. The muddy footed apprentice squinted his mismatched eyes up to where their leaders all sat, he'd gone over them previously with Bunnyblossom and he was certain something wasn't right. Who was missing? He closed his eyes, nose wrinkling as he fell into deep thought, ugh, why was he the most forgetful apprentice ever? OH! It came to him suddenly and he blurted the words out without realizing, "Where's Owlstar?!" Ah, that had been loud hadn't it? He glanced down sheepishly, hoping no one had paid his outburst much mind.
(Disregard the deputy part for this thread, it happens after.) He still wasn't use to it, still couldn't shake the fact that Owlstar was gone. How strange that it bothered him as badly as it did, he knew cats died everyday and they weren't particularly close but that walk in the snow left an imprint on him he didn't like. His body was covered in scars, but she'd left something that sunk deeper than a visible injury. Creeksong hated her for it. Now they had Rookstar leading them to a clan, everyone still shell-shocked and without a deputy appointed as there should have been. All kinds of bad luck was about to drop right on their heads and he wasn't looking forward to it.
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Mottledfeather did her best to keep to herself, but clearly there were others in her clan who didn't feel the same way. A young tomcat from her own clan spoke out of turn, and she hissed a warning in distress. "Shh...Quiet! Surely there's a reason that she's not here. I-I think she just had kits recently anyways. Maybe she's with them." It wasn't them to question Ivyclan anyways.
Still...the fact that there was a leader missing didn't fit quite right in her gut.
Although she herself was questioning what Rookheart was doing there without Owlstar, hearing another younger cat from a different clan say it out loud had Nettletooth growling beneath her breath. "Here I thought Mothclan was supposed to be able teaching their kits how act at a Gathering."
She would never imagine her own perfect kits to say or do anything like that. They knew their place.
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