Post by Fireflake on Sept 22, 2019 2:50:24 GMT
Mantisclaw had decided to tag along to this Gathering at the last moment, though she'd earlier decided to stay home due to a bit of stomach upset. The feeling had dulled down by the time she saw the rest of the cats leaving, so she quickly hopped up and took a place at the back of the group. She was still near the back when they arrived at the Gathering, but had managed to squeeze a little further into the crowd, so that while her place upon arrival wasn't quite what she'd hoped, she could see the leaders well enough to settle down anyway.
Buckleap, on the other hand, had been one of the first cats ready when Sablestar announced that it was time for the Gathering. He'd enjoyed his front row seat last time, mostly because it gave him the chance to see Eveningstar's various disgruntled expressions up close. That time had ended with Buckleap watching Blackmoon carry the unconscious Screechstar back to MistClan's camp, so he figured that nothing this moon could be quite so eventful. StarClan had apparently heard these thoughts and decided to throw a curve ball.
Mantisclaw had also, foolishly, she realized in hindsight, assumed that the recent catastrophes would somehow shield the clans from any more trouble before they could get back on their paws. Not long ago she had commented that StarClan would at least have the hearts to warn them if they were to face anything else, and now she was wishing she'd just kept her mouth shut, or maybe that her father had just kept his mouth shut and let the rest of them go on in ignorant bliss. Unfortunately, that wasn't how it worked.
Buckleap's hackles raised at the message from the medicine cats. The prophecy had clearly struck a chord with the tom, and he stared breathlessly between Shadowfall and Daisypetals for a moment. Trying in vain to return to his usual nonchalant state, the warrior grumbled, "But we're already doing that, tonight. That's what Gatherings are. I don't expect we'll be cancelling Gatherings any time soon, so what are they on about?"
Instead of dismissive as he'd intended, the tone of his argument came out uneasy.
Buckleap, on the other hand, had been one of the first cats ready when Sablestar announced that it was time for the Gathering. He'd enjoyed his front row seat last time, mostly because it gave him the chance to see Eveningstar's various disgruntled expressions up close. That time had ended with Buckleap watching Blackmoon carry the unconscious Screechstar back to MistClan's camp, so he figured that nothing this moon could be quite so eventful. StarClan had apparently heard these thoughts and decided to throw a curve ball.
Mantisclaw had also, foolishly, she realized in hindsight, assumed that the recent catastrophes would somehow shield the clans from any more trouble before they could get back on their paws. Not long ago she had commented that StarClan would at least have the hearts to warn them if they were to face anything else, and now she was wishing she'd just kept her mouth shut, or maybe that her father had just kept his mouth shut and let the rest of them go on in ignorant bliss. Unfortunately, that wasn't how it worked.
Buckleap's hackles raised at the message from the medicine cats. The prophecy had clearly struck a chord with the tom, and he stared breathlessly between Shadowfall and Daisypetals for a moment. Trying in vain to return to his usual nonchalant state, the warrior grumbled, "But we're already doing that, tonight. That's what Gatherings are. I don't expect we'll be cancelling Gatherings any time soon, so what are they on about?"
Instead of dismissive as he'd intended, the tone of his argument came out uneasy.