Post by Miss Tactical on Sept 16, 2019 22:13:35 GMT
Mothclan was the first to arrive this moon, no longer were they trapped within the walls of MistClan, instead they slept in the open at their old territory until a new home could be formed for them. Each night they took turns taking watch over each other while they slept, hunting was almost non existent having to travel incredibly far just for a mouse, yet they continued showing no signs of weakness. The black tom bunched up his hind legs before hopping up onto the monster, eyes narrowed into Tiny slits as he watched MothClan, tired, hungry, in pain…yet still they showed no sign of weakness and for that he was proud.
”Do not say anything about our living conditions the others do not need to know about our weakness.” Eveningstar watched his senior warriors give a firm nod before he too wrapped his tail around his paws staring off into the far distance waiting…watching. Had RootClan gone home yet or were they still having nightmares over the rats? He smirked slightly finding his own thoughts amusing, he would find out soon enough he supposed.
Emerald eyes twinkled in the darkness that lingered at the edges of the moonlight-filled clearing, a small body huddled breathlessly in hiding. Shadowpaw shivered and giggled in excitement as the young apprentice crept into her first Gathering. Adrenaline kept her hushed and antsy; she figured she’d make such an impression when she would burst out from nowhere. It’s gonna be the coolest!!
Her sharp green gaze flicked from one clan mate to another; her father, Darkstorm, seemed to settle himself close to the Leaders’ perch alongside two of the leader’s sons, Slugheart and Carrotflower. It made Shadowpaw wonder if somehow her father were secretly related to Eveingstar. That’d mean I’d be related too!! Her attention returned to reality as Milkberry and Ruststripe strode by, catching the black she-cat by surprise. Gasping, she tumbled from her hiding place and fumbled for her paws. She gave the two she-cat a quick chuckle and dip of her head before dashing off into the rest of the crowd. Maybe it would be a better idea to stick close to Stormwatcher after all.
As soon as Eveningstar concluded his announcement, the scent of Mistclan flooded into the clearing, the russet and cream form of Sablestar pushing through the underbrush.With tail raised high, it acted both as a signal for his own and a greeting to those of Mothclan, who had mostly recently been their neighbors in camp. Tensions still felt a bit taut to the Mistclan leader as his clan had yet to return to their usual seasonal diets. Prey still scarce and hunger driving nerves high, they were a bit frazzled and even the normally jolly leader reflected his exhaustion.
Amber eyes locked onto Eveningstar as Sablestar crossed the threshold of the Moon Maw’s clearing, his own clan fanning out into the crowd. He cast a final glance over his shoulder, a sort of farewell to his clan as he joined the ranks of Starclan’s chosen for the night. Saltweed sat close to Applewind and Foxeyes with his former mentor. Miredawn seemed to fancy the soft voice of a Mothclan cat as the quiet Mistclan warrior bore a lazily-lidded gaze and small smile. He offered a peaceful, tired sigh at the sight. Sure, they were a bit hungry, but his clan was strong as ever and retained their luster in the moonlight. It was he who needed to stretch his facade muscles a bit this night. He would not betray his clan with such a temporary weakness.
”Eveningstar,” the dark tabby dipped his head as he reached the top of the metallic carcass. ”I hope your clan’s been sleeping well.”
Tonight, it was Blackmoon leading Rootclan to the gathering. It seemed as if every moon was testing him in a new way and hadn’t stopped since he evacuated the tribe home grounds so long ago. His paw-steps were heavy with exhaustion, but his head was held up high. This was not the first time Blackmoon had to step up. Screechstar’s presence being replaced by him started slowly: first with ceremonies, and now with gatherings… Blackmoon was aware of his leader’s critical condition, though there was not much he could do besides support the tom who had given so much to his clan. He wasn’t ready to be named Blackstar yet.
Right after last moon’s ceremonies, Blackmoon took a small group of warriors with him to see if the rats were gone and to search for those who were missing. Thankfully, Bearpaw, now named Bearcatcher, was found and their territory seemed to be in habitable shape. The rats destroyed everything they could get their teeth on— from the carefully stored herbs in Shadowfall’s den to the moss used for bedding— all of it was chewed up and strewn all over the place. The beauty of having a cavern as a base meant that the rest of their rocky shelter was still intact. After a few days of cleaning and driving out the remaining rats, Rootclan was able to go depart from Mistclan’s camp.
The scent of Rootclanners entering the Gathering was not an enjoyable one; the stench of rats was still obvious on their coats as a sour reminder of the problems they were still in the process of cleaning up. Blackmoon entered the area with warriors following closely behind. He hid the grim sentiment he carried this night behind his deep amber eyes.
”Eveningstar, Sablestar,” he greeted the familiar faces politely once he was firmly seated at their level. Blackmoon didn’t feel the need to bring up Screechstar right now, because he knew that they knew. Before he could accidentally interrupt any important reports, he turned to Sablestar. ”I want to thank you again for hosting us during our moment of vulnerability. Rootclan won’t forget what you’ve done for us.” Blackmoon’s comment left a suggestion that he owed Sablestar one. He hoped that their presence in Mistclan would not leave debilitating marks, but instead would bring peace between the two clans for now. He would have extended this out to Mothclan, but the last threat Eveningstar made to Screechstar still rung in his ears.
Post by gingersnapsdacat on Sept 19, 2019 16:31:45 GMT
HeronStar limped into the gathering, surrounded by her clan. Although she had managed not to break any limbs when she was buried by the rocks, she still felt battered and bruised. “Tell them what you wish. But remember, IvyClan is strong,” she reminded her clan quickly. For the first time in a while, she was not the first leader to arrive. In fact, it seemed that her clan was the final one to join the gathering. Heronstar leaped up onto the carriage, one of her hind paws slipping off the edge. Her body slammed against the carriage, bruising her already weak body. But still, she managed to pull herself up beside EveningStar. Despite her slipping, the HeronStar did her best to sit tall beside the other leaders. “Hey,” she said, dipping her head to the already gathered leaders. She did not have the energy for formalities at the moment. “I hope that you are all doing...better.” Her eyes settled on the RootClan deputy, and her gaze softened. She could smell the scent of his own territory on him, but also that of worry. Of course, ScreechStar must still be ill, she reminded herself. “Well, I guess I will start, if you don’t mind?” she asked, looking to the other leaders. “I have some important news.” She moved forwards on the carriage, where she could look ot over the clan. “IvyClan has been blessed this moon to have many apprentices. Ocelotpaw, Mountainpaw, Boarpaw, Pumapaw, and Cheetahpaw. and warriors. Skipstone, FIdgetspin, Twitchwing, FLickerflame, Blossomdrift, and Hopbird.” She allowed the named cats a moment of celebration before moving on. “However, our camp was struck with a rockslide this moon, and we are still trying to rebuild. Many of our warriors have been injured, and we lost many dens. But we will rebuild, and have been able to remain in our territory.” She sat back, waiting for one of the others to take her place.
Sparrowpaw came to this gathering for a purpose. She had been thinking about what had happened during the rockslide, and how she had narrowly missed being hit by a huge rck. Had she not been reaching for her twoleg beetle, then she would surely have been crushed! She had to tell Wingshine that his gift had saved her life. To her great delight, she did not have to wait for the MistClan cats to arrive. Now, she just had to find the one she was looking for.
Ruststripe walked into the gathering behind her leader. She stayed by Milkberry’s side, the two she-cats giving one another comfort and strength.
Daisypetals walked behind his leader, head dipped low. Ever since MothClan had been sent back home, he had been worried about the prophecy. But even then, he still had Shadowfall to consult. Now that RootClan had returned to their camp, Daisypetals did not know what to think. Should he and Shadowfall have stopped the leaders from leaving? Maybe that had been what the prophecy wanted them to do...But Daisypetals still could not understand. He padded up to Palestorm, greeting him with an awkward nod. Of all the medicine cats, Daisypetals could not help but regard Palesun with a hint of distrust. There was just something off about that cat. But to his great relief, RootClan came quickly, and he was able to end the awkward silence between him and the MothClan medicine cat. “Shadowfall!” he called, moving to stand near his RootClan associate. “We need to talk about...well, you know.” He glanced around, hoping that the other cats would not hear. But thus far, nobody seemed to notice them. “We need to tell the clans, right? I know we didn’t want to worry them, but shouldn’t the leaders know what we have seen? Or at least the other medicine cats. Maybe they will understand…”
Post by Miss Tactical on Sept 19, 2019 22:58:44 GMT
Eveningstar looking at Blackmoon. "Screechstar too busy to come I see?" He was about to step forward when Heronstar pushed her way to the front. He gave a slight snort before sitting back down. OF course she had to go back. His whiskers twitched though when the she-cat mentioned a Rockslide. "May StarClan bring them a quick recovery Heronstar, let MothClan know if you need assistance for moving rocks, are warriors are going strong." Eveningstar had no problems with IvyClan thus far, Heronstar appeared to be holding her own. Young, but Respectable. Eveningstar didn't give Blackmoon or Sablestar a chance to move forward before he was up at the front.
"MothClan has returned home. We are rebuilding our camp and are proud to say we are coming back strong. Cherryhawk had kits in MistClan and they already look like promising assets to MothCLan's future." He mewed. He was about to ask Blackmoon for a strip of hunting territory when his ears swiveled to a piece of conversation between Daisypetals and Shadowfall. "Tell the clans what?" He mewed firmly, looking at the two medicine cats.
Blackmoon turned to face Eveningstar, his expression tense, yet remaining polite. "Recent struggles have taken their toll on Screechstar, so it's in his best interest that he rests for now. I'm sure you understand." He provided the bare minimum of details necessary. The second half of his comment was not meant to be backhanded nor rude; Mothclan had suffered as much as Rootclan did, and Blackmoon was aware that they weren't in the best of shape either. He listened casually to the other clan's news, expecting the usual reports of new warriors, apprentices, and some other general stuff. What he wasn't expecting was what Daisypetals' had to say. Eveningstar's interjection saved him from quickly meowing one out, and he stared at the two cats intently. At this rate, Blackmoon felt like the next moment of peace he was going to have was when he was dead.
The air tasted tense around the Leaders' perch as Pollenpaw listened on keenly; each cat's voice was a torrent of flavors and she cringed at the slight sharpness that poked up between the sweet, soft flavor that colored the attempt of niceties. Even an apprentice such as herself could tell that all four standing ahead were tightly-wound. Heronstar was a mellow taste, her voice carrying with it a subtle hint of anxiety that made Pollenpaw's tongue curl. Sour! Blackmoon's curt few words were heavy-tasting and filled Pollenpaw with a bit of dread; he hadn't said all too much- that the rest of them could hear, of course,- but the demeanor the stone-faced Rootclan deputy often seemed to yield made the tortoiseshell she-cat theorize that something more was wrong.
Eveningstar's flavor was the worst of all; a bitter and astringent blend that clashed and battled with another for domination. There was stress and slight desperation, she thought, and all balled up in a thin layer of some fakely sweet flavor. It was a taste so strong she could smell it and inwardly, Pollenpaw flexed. The white-headed apprentice tentatively tasted the air again, only grasping a faint hint of Sablestar's dry, bitter flavor. Bleak and tired, he and his flavor disappeared into the background.
The she-cat jumped at Eveningstar's sharp address of the Mistclan medicine cat; an action that resulted in Pollenpaw catching a glimpse of Sablestar's shifting into a half-crouch of warning. It appeared he didn't appreciate the gesture. With her head held high in wondering, the Ivyclan apprentice spied the medicine cat of the hour, fix in place with aggressive curiosity.
Shadowfall, to his own merit, seemed exhausted; he had many a sick clanmate to take care of, to say nothing of the dozen of others from the shared clans whom he was currently help to nurse. He had all but forgotten the missive from Starclan, but frankly; he was more focused on keeping the lives from sloughing off his leader like a false skin to pay it any mind. He didn't have time for meetings, or gatherings - especially when practically all the cats in the clans who needed him were back at their camp; but he realized that, as Screechstar got sicker, that Blackmoon also looked to him more and more - they were both drowning with the knowledge of what was sure to come sooner than both of them wished.
But as he crouched in the shadows, thinking of the merit of sneaking back to the camp unnoticed to tend to the sick, Daisypetals approached him. He tweaked his ears in the fluffier cat's direction, giving him a look that tried to say 'not now, surely not now....there will be a panic' but clearly some cats' hearing was better than even his own.
It didn't help that it was Eveningstar who called them out - not Sablestar or even Blackmoon. Truthfully, Shadowfall quite disliked the tom's attitude already, too many snide comments and veiled criticism. The longer Daisypetals was beside him, quite, the more Shadowfall realized that he would be the one unafraid to speak up. He may be a Medicine Cat now, but he had a past as a fighter, a warrior. And despite his oath to do no harm the tone in Eveningstar's coat, his budding disrespect, had his claws itching for a bit of his pelt.
"Daisypetals and I received a message from Starclan; some nights ago as we were caring for our clanmates. It is something that we feel...it pertains to all the clans, but it also is something we had hoped to discuss in private first - to avoid any unnecessary conclusions." His look turned as dark as he dared as he stepped forward, eyes narrowing ever so slightly at his displeasure, making it clear that it though he might be talking now, any fallout he was about to put firmly on Eveningstar's shoulders.
"I shall not go too far into the content of our vision; only the message. The cat's of Starclan had this to say: if we fail to put aside our pride, to combine as one for the sake of four; then none will survive to see the snows of leaf-bare."
He winced ever so slightly as a few wails of shock came from cats closest to him as the words sunk home. This was why he had not wanted to bring it about here. Why he had wanted to discuss things in private with the other Medicine Cats - to try and puzzle out more meaning into the missive. But he kept his eyes on the Mothclan leaders. A glint there that spoke private words, silent judgement.
But you wouldn't know anything about pride, would you - great swelled brute that you are. He thought venomously.
With the rest of Mistclan, Wingshine had finally arrived. But he was not alone. He had some family in tow. Ringtail, his father, had decided to join, only to part ways from his excitable son to join some of the warriors his age to discuss some matters on what the weather was like for the other clans and maybe find some information around about everyone's lives.
Even one of the many siblings of Wingshine too, decided to join. Saltwolf was. .clearly not happy to have been dragged along with family to the Gathering. The tortoiseshell she-cat was quick to the back the Gathering, hopefully to stumble across some other not so happy cats to talk to. Even if she didn't find anyone, she would make herself comfortable by flopping onto her side and resting for the time being.
"Sparrowpaw! Sparrowpaw!", Wing called out into the group of cats, eager to find his friend from the last Gathering. He had, again, brought more of his shiny twoleg beetles, though this time, many were like a rainbow, with all aspects of coloring to them. He barreled himself in the mass of cats, jumping up and down to seek the young she-cat out.
A snow-colored blur came from behind the rather loud family, Miss Swanfur snuck along to hopefully not get into the paths of Wingshine, Ringtail, and Saltwolf. The quiet long-haired she-cat swiftly decided to seat herself next to the Rootclan group that was there.
Gustwhisker followed behind the group of MothClan cats heading to the gathering, his sight anywhere except in front of him. He didn't really have an interest in anything going on around him except for perhaps the songs of the birds coming to a halt, as dusk crept upon the cats, the sky darkening and the stars twinkling above. The tom gave a quick glance at the sky, squinting a bit at the stars -his presumed StarClan ancesstors- before giving a small huff and turning his attention to the landscape around him.
Eventually, they made it to the abandoned monster. They were the first there, so seating was plentiful. Where shall he sit this time? Up front, under the glory of the leaders, or in the back so he didn't feel obligated to actually pay attention. Or maybe off to the side, out of immediate view? Yah, that sounded good.
Gustwhisker placed himself to stage right, still getting a good view of where the leaders would all stand, but not exactly in a place where they would look first. He lay on the flat ground, lazily sprawled out and began to slowly lick his paws, not caring about the gathering that was about to happen.
Then one by one, the other clans arrived, all placing themselves where there was room left. The mink tabby tom paid no mind, too busy lightly grooming his paws. He didn't even give as much as a look up from his current activity, just picking up on bits and pieces of the conversation that followed suit. Eventually, some of the medicine cats murmured about a prophecy, and this peaked Gustwhisker's interest. The warrior looked up to see his leader assertively, almost aggressively, asking the cats to clarify their words, in which they did. The tom lifted an eyebrow and lowered his paw, watching how the scene would play out.
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