A storm was blowing as IvyClan approached the Moon's Maw. For once, Rookstar was not late! In fact, he seemed like he was the first to arrive. His ears twitched as another uncomfortable jolt of pain shot through his head, but he kept on walking - the wind blowing in his face as he pushed on. A glance up to the sky told him that he would likely rain soon - grey clouds gathering about them. Was that a sign from StarClan? He hoped not. The tom had heard near enough about signs from StarClan recently.
His weather prediction was correct and, just as they came to the carcasses of the dead monsters, the skies opened up and, slowly at first, water began to drizzle down on the clan. Before taking his place in the spot where the leaders sat, he stopped and turned back to IvyClan. "Deputies, all of you may sit with the other clan's deputies. I will explain the situation to my fellow leaders and, once the gathering begins, to the other clans. They will understand, I am sure."
Despite the backlash that he had received, Rookstar was still convinced that he had made the right decision when it came to appointing five cats to the role of deputy. He knew that many of his warriors were still not sure about it, but they would come around eventually. Rookstar was certain of that.
Again, his ears twitched and his tail flicked from side to side as if in warning. The rain was not helping with the pain - his irritation growing in tangent with the dampness of his fur.
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
Chervilpaw sat in an awkward slump, haunches raised on either side, next to her mentor. There was a sourness to her expression, but ultimately complacent with the fact that she'd have to likely stick close to Mintnose throughout the Gathering. This was her first one, of course, so it was sure to be a lot for the clumsy cat, but the apprentice was adamant that she could take care of herself. She didn't need a babysitter, let alone a whole family of them. She eyed her mentor and his kinmates who sat close by.
She found its incredibly odd that the group were so close-knit. Nary as moment went by where the mini clan of brown, ginger, and white kinmates were out or earshot of one another. Like a village, they took care of each other and as Mintnose's first apprentice, Chervilpaw was like an extension of him. Thus she was constantly annoyed by Splashwhisper's gentle check-ups or Longwing's overbearing preening. Goodness to Starclan! Wasn't he supposed to he a warrior and not a doting queen?! The dark tabby huffed and hunkered lower in her seat. At least Wingedheart and her stuffy presence was stuck back at camp. Any day her and Greengale's kits would be here, so she couldn't make the trip this time. At least with those scraps around, they'll focus in me less. As an orphan, with her mother in Starclan, a unknown father, and an estranged sister in the medicine cat, Chervilpaw was uncomfortable having Mintnose's family all up in her business.
With a furrow brow, she glanced to her mentor and snorted, "Can I at least walk around before it starts?"
This did not bode well. Dustytuft was not an overly superstitious cat, but the looming storm did nothing to settle her nerves which had been slowly pushed towards their breaking point over the last couple of days. The only forgiving grace was that at least she had a clan behind her who was if anything as worried about their current circumstances as she was. Not that she wouldn't have given up on having a traditional deputy relationship over that.
Still, she did her best to move around the others, checking up on the few other cats that had come with them to this gathering, and keeping an ear out for anyone spreading news of their current...situation before Rookstar had to. She may not exactly agree with what he'd done, but as one of those chosen as Deputy she also knew there was a sort of order they had to keep up. Besides, anyone speaking out of turn, to any different clans, may start a riot before anyone of them knew what to do.
Catching the voice of one of the apprentices, Dustytuft nodded her head in a friendly way. "Of course you can! A Gathering's a great time to meet other cats your age from different clans. We pass on news - certain pleasant news, mind you." She added, making sure that Chervilpaw caught her drift that certain things were best kept under wraps for now.
Martentooth, too, had come to this Gathering - no way was he sticking behind when he had just, finally, received his warrior name. He strutted about the clearing as if he owned it, chest puffed out ever so slightly, as he waited for the other clans to arrive. Wait until they got a hold of Ivyclan's newest, brilliant idea.
"It's a great time to look out for their weaknesses too!" He added as he came beside Chervilpaw - ignoring the sharp look from Dustytuft. "See how they look, if they're eating well - It's great for intell. I should know. I've been to loads already."
Post by Miss Tactical on Apr 18, 2019 17:38:53 GMT
Mintnose looked at Martentooth, the fur on the back of his neck raised slightly in annoyance. ”It’s not your call, when you get an apprentice you can tell them what to do. Mind your own, just because you are a warrior now doesn’t mean you aren’t young. As far as I’m concerned you have lots of learning to do.” His tone was humble but he was keen on showing his seniority. The one eyed tom swiveled his head to look at his apprentice with his one decent eye. It had been awhile since he had come to a gathering but his family insisted. He shifted uncomfortably, as he hadn’t been since the great battle. His whiskers gave a light twitch and he nodded slowly.
”Yes go on, and stay away from bad influences. You are a good apprentice Chervilpaw and I want to keep it that way.” He mewed warmly. He gave his tail a dismissive flick. She was learning great, and the last thing the tom needed was for her to become a large trouble maker…small amounts here and there was expected he remembered causing ruckus as an apprentice. Some times he missed those days….
Mudjaw raised a brow at the light commotion forming between the clan. So many deputies so many different opinions. He looked at Dustytuft with firm eyes. ”Chervilpaw asked Mintnose…it’s his call not ours. How can we expect our warriors and apprentice to grow and learn things on their own if we make decisions for them. Come, let’s….sit with Rookstar.” The brown tabby shot mintnose an apologetic look the poor tom was probably embarrassed, it wasn’t their call as deputies to order apprentices around who weren’t their own. The brown tabby shifted uneasily where the deputies sat. What would the other clans think when they saw there was five?
He sighed softly scanning the clearing, he would have been much happier at camp with his new kits. His mate had birthed three healthy kits early that morning, he was happy when Morelshine offered to stay at home and take care of things for him. It was nice to have two grown sons to help out, and was glad his family was so close. He looked up at Rookstar and winced slightly before watching the entrance to the moons maw. He could only imagine what MothClan…ESPECIALLY MothClan and Mistclan would think of them now.
Foxfall fell into line wearily with his fellow deputies, flicking his ears as small but swift rain droplets pattered against his pelt. A knot of horrid dread had been building up in his stomach all day in anticipation of the Gathering, but now that it was happening, all he felt was a sort of grim acceptance as his concern for his brother overshadowed his own anxieties. He wasn't one to eavesdrop and he hadn't been privy to their chat, but it was impossible to not hear the yelling done by Mudjaw and Lilydawn the other day as they had some sort of disagreement among themselves and Rookstar. "I hope you know what we're doing," the ginger tom mumbled under his breath, waiting with uncertainty for the other clans to arrive. An involuntary, nervous gulp punctuated his fortuitously timed thoughts as he first heard and then spotted MistClan pouring into the clearing, their leader hesitating near him as she gauged the jump up to the trains and seemed to trip a little as she made it up. Was there something wrong with every clan this moon?
Bearstar averted her eyes from her children even as she leaned down to give them a few encouraging licks before they went off to either stay home this moon or attend the Gathering, spending a few extra on Mothpaw to smooth out his seemingly ever-muddled pelt and ignoring his petulant grumbling as he scampered off and purposefully rubbed his head on the ground to regain his grungy appearance. The fond chuckle in the leader's throat was tinged with melancholy- she couldn't begin to explain to her children that she couldn't see them clearly anymore. She wondered if they could tell, if her eyes looked any different or not, or if nobody but Daisypetals was any wiser- and not just about her eyes, really. She was at once proud to soon be welcoming another litter, and ashamed and confused as to how she would explain it. At the very least, her low appetite lately was making it less apparent than it should have been.
Luckily, the path to the Moon's Maw was as familiar to her as her own pelt, and she made the journey with not too much trouble, though the edges of her vision were watery and dark. Eager to do the meeting and get home once more, she didn't even notice there were somehow already six deputies including her own until she was about to leap up onto the trains. Looking to Rookstar as she landed on the train's roof, she cast a glance down at the cats below, "At first I thought I was seeing.... triple, I suppose. But I imagine you have an announcement to explain why..." She flicked her tailtip at the five IvyClan deputies, "this situation is happening." Perhaps he'd be too distracted to ask her about her own odd appearance.
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“We will win this battle because we are fighting for our lives and the lives of our Clanmates.
Post by Miss Tactical on Apr 19, 2019 15:28:27 GMT
The black scarred tom lead the pack this moon, with Brackenstar taking up the back end for any stragglers. With his kits expected any day now, he certainly had been quite distracted late, on top of that he had blessed himself with the most troublesome apprentice out of the most recent bunch. His whiskers gave a slight twitch of amusement then he suddenly froze looking at the clearing, his jaw dropped every so slightly. ”This is Foxdung! No no no no!” With a flick of his tail, MothClan dismissed and integrated among the others, and the black tom went storming towards where 6 deputies sat, five from Ivy one from mist. Oh this was not happening.
He looked at the five deputies with a serious look and sighed. ”No this isn’t how this going to be. I’m sorry Rookstar is so insecure he feels he needs an army but you get out of here, shoo off with all of you There isn’t enough room.” He flicked his tail giving all but Firechaser a nudge. ”I suppose….you can stay.” He gave an irritated snort before bunching up his legs and landing next to the younger black and white time. If Brackenstar stayed behind too long he was prepared to speak, but would jump down on his arrival.
”I’m not Owlstar and I’m certainly not Bearstar. ONE deputy, I don’t care who pick ONE. I’m not going to let no young brainless new leader break all the rules set by StarClan. What in StarClans name happened to creek whatever his name was.” His tone was grizzeled and clearly irritated. Rookstar just enjoyed breaking the rules, first no deputy at a gathering, and now he had five? With a snort he curled his lip into a threatening look as he eyed each of his deputies. ”I mean it you better go sit with the warriors. All but one of you!” He mewed.
He looked at Rookstar through the corner of his eyes. He supposed it was time to start pushing the borders again, perhaps that would grab Rookstars attention, that MothClan meant business. His eyes fell on Batstrike giving the black and white tom a firm nod to sit until Brackenstars arrival.
The lean black and white tom had found himself posted up front at Eveningblaze's side on this trip. Batstrike held his head high, long tail flicking pleasantly behind him as they marched. This trek had gone well, that was until they reached the Moon's Maw. His yellow eyes widened a bit startled by the deputy's reaction, but his ears pinned to his skull when his gaze caught sight of the issue through the drizzle. With a scowl he followed suit on Eveningblaze's rampage. He came to a halt a step behind, holding a strong stance and wide chest. Batstrike only nodded along to the comment of the need to pick one amongst themselves.
Batstrike forced himself into place among them, wedging between the other deputies to secure his space. It was rather rude of him, but conflict was never his strong suit and with Eveningblaze roused up and his pelt soaked by now he wouldn't put up with anyone whining about it. Maybe his literal push would help to eliminate some of them before they decided on their own who would stay. The tom sat firmly and tilted his head up, ignoring the absurdly numbered deputies to see Rookstar's explanation for himself. Batstrikes whiskers twitched to acknowledge Eveningblaze, he would hold his place just as he held Brackenstars for now.
Avatar Art made by Sabs! IvyClan: Finchtuft (MC) & Twitchwing MistClan: Hootswoop MothClan: Batstrike (Dep) & Sparrowlily RootClan: Claypaw Outsiders: Raptor (Rouge)
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A yawn split Mantisclaw's jaws as she sauntered into Moon's Maw. She snapped them shut halfway as her father's scolding voice cut through. Instinctively, she fixed an innocent expression to her face, projecting I didn't do it whether that was true or not. The look passed as soon as she saw the real target of Eveningblaze's annoyance, the IvyClan deputies. She blinked a few times. IvyClan deputies? That couldn't be right.
The she-cat had stretched herself out to peer over everyone else's heads, but now the warriors behind her were fed up with her blocking the flow and shoved past her. By the time she regained her balance, the drama seemed to have passed. Flicking her tail in disappointment, she quickly wove her way over to the closest IvyClan cat she could find. So what if there were disagreements between the clans? The Gathering was a time to put those aside, and she wasn't going to miss a chance to gossip about the commotion. It was the most interesting thing likely to happen tonight, after all.
Pebbleshade wrinkled his nose as a young MothClan warrior cut in front of him and nearly poked him in the eye with her tail. The night was off to a great start for the grey MistClan tom. Firstly, he had dragged himself to the Gathering out of guilt for missing his apprentice's first, hoping to catch his last as an apprentice instead, but he'd been so busy running through disaster scenarios that he didn't consider the possibility of Owlpaw just not attending tonight. On top of that, the way the sky looked was tying an increasingly tight knot inside of him. Now the IvyClan warriors apparently didn't know their place, and the wind was blowing tangles into his fur. Pebbleshade padded out to sit at the edge of the gathered cats and prayed for the night to pass without any further disruptions.
Green eyes narrowed sharply as Chervilpaw’s head swiveled around to face one of the substitute deputies. Dustytuft was never really one she had interacted with much, but the she-cat seemed to mean well. Although, meaning well didn’t do much to color Chervilpaw’s opinion of someone so much as a stranger to her. It was an odd notion- the feeling that most of her clanmates were like strangers to her- but it didn’t feel weird, not to her.
Her nose scrunched up as Martentooth chirped up, followed by Mintnose’s own voice. She still held her disapproving look, but secretly snickered at the tongue lashing her mentor gave the young warrior. At Mintnose’s meow of approval and flick of his tail, Chervilpaw stood up and shot Martentooth a cross look. Padding off into the growing crowd of cats with only the occasional wobble to her steps, Chervilpaw chuckled to herself as the voices of Mudjaw filled her ears from a distance. Stopping short of the area’s boundaries, she blinked a bit and paused to watch as Mistclan and Mothclan poured into the clearing.
Near the front of the patrol, just shy of Bearstar’s pace was the tabby form of Sabletail, his sleek coat catching the glint of the moon and showing nearly red in the night. At his side trotted a smaller silken cat with snow-white fur and equally reddish spots. The she-cat seemed to be just as old as Chervilpaw herself and the dark Ivyclan tabby bunched up with a glittering gaze, determined. Maybe she could walk away with a few rivals this night.
”Don’t stray too far from Flametail, but feel free to enjoy yourself, Applepaw.” Sabletail gave his daughter’s crown a coarse lick before looking back to the monster ahead of them. His brow knitted up in a scowl of confusion at the scene of Ivyclan cats before him. ”Well, I suppose this Gathering is going to be quite the exciting one. Make sure to pay close attention tonight, okay?” As Applepaw nodded in understanding, Sabletail hurried to a swift few bounds until he had reached the area where the deputies sat, following shortly after Eveningblaze as the black tom arrived early and was already snapping in a rough voice.
Flattening his ears a bit, the stocky tabby offered a sheepish, toothy grin to the members of Ivyclan and meowed, ”Busy times in the forest? For the duty to be so split, there’s gotta be something to be concerned about. I do hope Rookstar hopes to share that information with us this moon.” Ending with a small smile of sympathy, the Mistclan deputy situated himself a bit far along the edge of the area, somewhat forced out of his usual spot as a result of the extra cats.
Darkstorm gave a snort of annoyance as he padded more slowly in after his clan, eyeing his mentor as Eveningblaze made a beeline to the deputies. Already, it seemed the other clans were turning things out of order. He could only send a brief prayer to Starclan than Eveningblaze wouldn’t rip all his fur out this moon. He had kits due any day and he didn’t them to be scarred by their bald daddy deputy.
Wading through the throngs of cats, the black tom settled near Mantisclaw and a few other young warriors; it seemed Carrotflower also sat nearby with a pretty fawn she-cat from Ivyclan, and Onionplume had made his way over to chat with a rather stiff-looking black Mistclan tom. By the look worn on Foxeyes’ orange gaze, Darkstorm could tell that he wanted to be anywhere except in the social Mothclan warrior’s company.
Leaning over to Mantisclaw, Darkstorm gave a soft chuckle. ”Looks like your dad’s gonna have another cow. I wonder what’s going on in Rookstar’s head to pick so many cats to sit up there with him.” (Fireflake)
Martentooth had figured that when he left his apprenticeship behind, the days of being scolded and told what to do by someone other than a leader was over. But of course - the first thing Mintnose would do was turn on him and snap out. Martentooth narrowed his eyes ever so slightly and stuck his nose up in the air. "Just makin' conversation." He grumbled, the faintest hints of his teeth peeking over as he pulled his lips back. But this was a gathering, and his own clanmate, so instead he stocked away like the arrogant, petty child he still was inside. A time for his bruised ego to be redeemed would come later.
Dustytuft, however, was a different story. She balked at the idea of Mudjaw chiding her - she, after all, hadn't meant anything by her words. But he did have a point about stepping on Mintnose's toes. She was old enough to know that nothing would come from rising her hackles, so instead she flashed Mintnose an apologetic look. "I apologize, Mintnose. Chervilpaw. I meant no offense." She said, inclining her head, and turning almost immediately to follow her Mudjaw and fall in line with the others of their clan. Honestly, this whole situation was making all of their fur crawl - and if that was happening within their own camp, then how did that bode for making this announcement to the other clans.
Not well, apparently...as Eveningblaze rushed forward almost immediately yelling at them to leave, move - do something! She slunk back momentarily; before she got a hold of herself. There was a reason she was picked for this, wasn't she? She had to say, or do - something.
"Do you really want to start before we get a Gathering started?" She quipped back; doing her best to put steel behind her words, while keeping her tone as airy as possible. "Speak to Rookstar if you have to; or better yet, Bearstar should - seeing as we are simply following our leader's orders."
Duskypetal, of course, was one of those cats who took everything in stride. But even he allowed his eyes to scan over the deputies and their not-so-hushed conversation. He shifted uneasily, but did his best to try and make light of it. He nudged Briarsong with his heavy shoulder to get her attention.
"What's the expression? Too many mice can destroy a good dinner?" He snickered. "Looks like Ivyclan's forgotten what their mamma's taught em, eh?"
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