Morningpaw, after a few minutes of pacing, decided to head over to the medicine cats. They all seemed pretty nice, and would likely be the least rowdy of the bunch. She also did want to become Cedarleap's apprentice, if the medicine cat would allow. Morningpaw's shy and jumpy personality made it hard to hunt or fight; taking the duty of a medicine cat could be what she was meant to do. The small cat cautiously approached the three cats, interested in their conversation, which had just begun. Morningpaw, for some reason, felt it was appropriate to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Morningpaw. I was hoping I could sit with you, if that's alright?" The small cat mewed, casting a questioning glance at the herb-scented felines.
Post by silverfang218 on Feb 18, 2018 22:29:55 GMT
Silverfang lifts her tail to wave Cedarleap over as Silver’s gaze finds the small MothClan cat. “Hi Cedarleap. Yeah, none of us can wait for it to be nice and warm again.” Silver is of course referring to her clanmates; her smile is bright as she beckons the smaller cat to sit beside her. Her voice is soft but amused as she quietly continues. “It would seem that IvyClan has at least one new apprentice. I wonder when she’ll realize that MistClan smell strange to her too.” Silver refers to Wasppaw, though MistClan’s medicine cat is a bit confused at why an IvyClan apprentice would single out MothClan as ‘stinky’ but think that Mist smelled fine. It seems like most apprentices find all rival Clans’ scents to be unpleasant.
Silverfang’s ears perk up as an apprentice smelling of MothClan approaches the gathered medicine cats. “Hello, Morningpaw. My name is Silverfang. Of course, come join us.” She smiles warmly, beckoning the apprentice into the circle of medicine cats with her tail before turning her attention towards the leaders who seem about ready to begin. ____________________________________________________________________
As IvyClan moves in and the leaders begin to converse, Lionpaw goes on the move. He’s not really sure how to interact with anyone so his amber eyes look for any unfamiliar cat that looks lonely. His gaze settles on Foxpaw, and the ginger tom plops down beside her. He waves his tail in greeting to her, hoping to get to speak with the MistClan apprentice after the leaders were finished. The only cat he’s met outside of his own clan before, other than the Dark Forest cats, was Tansypaw (he doesn’t realize she has her warrior name yet). Since Tansy was really nice to him, he feels a little more comfortable chatting with a Mist cat rather than an Ivy cat. He doesn’t say anything though, being a tad bit antisocial in these kinds of situations, and his gaze floats up towards the leaders. ___________________________________________________________________
Barkfur thought he was safe, here among his clanmates. He was oh so very wrong. Bark stifled a groan as he hears a purr in his ear quickly followed by Thistlestep’s voice. StarClan why, why would you do this. Just kill me already. “Hello, Thistlestep.” Barkfur’s deep voice rumbles, his annoyance and exasperation kept in check for the moment. “I think if you were to take another look, you might find that I have a rather dark colored pelt. Perhaps you should see your medicine cat? They could check your eyes.” Bark replies with a dry tone before quieting and turning his attention to the leaders.
Both of the Mothclan twin brothers decided to join in on this moons gathering. Alderfall at first had wanted to stay behind, to get in some sleep in his very warm den. But Pouncefox as always brought him along to try and "make some friends". Pouncefox immediately ditched his brother and Alderfall rolled his eyes as he watched the tom dashed away, leaving him to fend for himself. Alderfall made his way to the back area of the gathering, finding his way into the bushes and ferns to keep himself warm from the chill. Crouching down, the sleek, brown tom watched the masses before him, the commotion a blur in his tall ears. There weren't many cats he recognized, but then again, he didn't really know many cats like Pouncefox did. Alderfall waited for the gathering to start by grooming his fur, lost in his thoughts now as he thought about sleeping in his warm den or daydreaming about the sun and warmth and the prey and happiness it would bring with it soon.
Pouncefox left his slightly younger brother to silently follow the tracks of the new deputy, Brackenfall, and watch the actions of both him and his leader, Mothstar. His long, fluffy tail swayed behind him in dismay and curiosity. Dismay because he knew that no one would congratulate him on being the new deputy, but also curiosity on to what news the other clans would have to share with the clans. Padding up the Brackenfall's side, dipping his head in respect and greeting, though there was obvious tension amongst the two because Pouncefox had been verbally upset over not becoming the new deputy of Mothclan. "How does it feel to be deputy at his first gathering?" he joked casually, grinning to Brackenfall. "Must feel pretty great" he added, with some salt. Pouncefox glanced over to Mothstar, and to the other leaders, wondering what they were speaking about.
Mornigpaw's eyes lit up as the pleasant she-cat invited her to sit with the medicine cats. I've never seen a cat from a different clan be so nice! Is this what it feels like to be a medicine cat? Not having to worry so much about competition? Morningpaw thought, sitting down in between Silverfang and Cedarleap. "Thank you, Silverfang. It's nice to meet you! I've never seen another medicine cat other than Cedarleap, until now." She said shyly. Her ears were pushed forward as slight rustling from the leader's perches caught her attention. It seemed the other cats noticed, too. The gathering must be starting soon.
The fiery apprentice shifted her gaze toward the ginger tabby tom that sat beside her. He was similar in size to Foxpaw, so the she-cat assumed that he most be an apprentice as well. Also, unfortunately for her, he reeked of MothClan scent. To be fair, she had never smelled another cat outside of her Clan, so it was quite...pungent. But that didn't stop the boisterous young cat from introducing herself, "Hi! I'm Foxpaw, what's your name?" Excitement coursed through her, she'd finally found another cat to talk to! Well, at least until the Clan leaders decided to start the gathering, that is.
Under the pale light of the moon, the deputy's yellow eyes blazed intently as he watched his fellow Clanmate, Pouncefox, approach. He knew that the sleek brown tom had made it quite obvious to Mothstar and all other Clanmates that he was interested in the role of deputy. But to his soon-to-be-apparent displeasure, Brackenfall had gotten the position. The tabby tom's ears careened forward, whiskers twitching with anticipation at any "kind" words of congratulations his fellow warrior had to give to him. "How does it feel to be deputy at his first gathering?...Must feel pretty great" Ah yes, the ever-predictable passive aggressive comment he'd been receiving from half his Clan ever since he became deputy. He was growing quite bored of it.
Brackenfall took a moment to respond, looking the tom over and giving a smirk, his white teeth glinting under the moonlight. "Fantastic." The deputy began, noting his fellow Clanmate look up to observe the Clan leaders. The cats around him had begun to settle in for Bearstar to speak. "Better go find yourself a spot, Pouncefox. This is a spot for deputies, after all." The words rolled off his tongue like honey, but he knew they would sting like an angry bee. Calmly, he wrapped his bushy tail around his paws and waited for the tom to leave him in peace. Brackenfall couldn't even attend a gathering without some cat trying to roll his face in the dirt over Mothstar selecting him. At least he had patience, thank StarClan.
Silverfang hums softly as the apprentice joins them, her gaze echoing the ‘nice to meet you’ sentiment. As Morningpaw takes a seat between the silvery she-cat and Cedarleap, Silver lets her tail curl around the apprentice, protecting the smaller cat from the nighttime chill. Can’t have the small floof getting a cold, now can we? _____________________________________________________________________
“Hi Foxpaw. I’m Lionpaw; nice to meet you.” The ginger apprentice answers, facing his newfound companion. Luckily, the scent of the other clans didn’t really bother him. He’s been training in the Dark Forest long enough to have come up against a bunch of other scents.. And neither the leafy scent of IvyClan nor the more mellow scent of MistClan had anything on the sharp pine and decaying scent of the older Dark Forest cats. The ginger tom smiles, hoping that Fox didn’t mind him joining her. _____________________________________________________________________
Shadowgaze and Sootpaw were happily sitting together, fluffed up being cute. After not all that long, Soot’s gaze finds a lone silver cat sitting by himself. The white apprentice tickles Shadowgaze’s nose with his tail, causing the warrior to sneeze, in order to get his friend’s attention. Soot gestures towards the lone warrior, with a bright “He looks lonely. Should we go cheer him up?”
Shadowgaze smiles at the white apprentice, who is now equal size to the tiny warrior, giving a quick nod. Pulling themselves to their paws, Sootpaw leads the way towards Feathercrest. “Hey,” Sootpaw greets Feather, “My name is Sootpaw, and this is Shadowgaze! What’s your name?” The young white apprentice grins up at Feather.
Shadowgaze smiles at the MothClan cat too. “Hi,” The grey cat with warm violet eyes keeps his greeting simple; his rough, crackly voice is unpleasant to most ears, as it sounds like he has been breathing mostly smoke. A remnant of the fire.
The white apprentice and the scrawny, apprentice-sized grey warrior make a strange pair, as Sootpaw smells of MistClan and Shadowgaze is clearly of IvyClan yet they have the air similar to the familiarity of two warriors who have seen battle after battle at each other’s side. A strange pair indeed.
Morningpaw is instantly warmed by Silverfang's soft floof. She sighs and sinks into the abyss of her silvery fur. She was so used to the rough and tumble life of an apprentice training to be a warrior, that she almost forgot how soft and sweet the medicine cats could be. ____ Feathercrest's ear swiveled toward two cats that seemed to be speaking of him. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that they weren't gossiping about him, rather were discussing approaching him. He awaited their arrival and listened to their greetings. "It's good to meet you, Sootpaw and Shadowgaze." He said in an awkward tone of voice, clearly not used to new encounters, especially not within his clan. "I am Feathercrest." He said simply. Should I have embellished that? Hmm... Perhaps not. We don't want to sound like those wordy kittypets, do we? Feathercrest thought to himself, cringing a little after he spoke.
Thrushbelly panted near the back of MothClan's ranks; though the sickness had not claimed his life, it had claimed a good portion of his stamina. Sitting roughly where he stood, the black and tan tom waited for his breathing to normalize. By the time he looked up to socialize, the leaders were preparing to speak already. Foxdung.
Sagespiral lingered at the edges of the crowd tonight, avoiding Thrushbelly's wheezing; cured or not, she didn't like being so near someone still suffering the effects of that plague.
Daisytail stayed at the camp to take a good nap.
Sootface felt as though something important were happening in the world of the living. "The Gathering...?" he murmured to himself. It might be fun to listen in, even if none could see him, but how would he even do that?
Lambpaw has dawn patrol duty tomorrow, and is home sleeping in preparation.
Shrikeheart was in the midst his clanmates, mostly keeping to himself tonight and thinking a lot about how he hoped a fox didn't show up or something silly like that.
Bearstar dipped her head in greeting to Mothstar, and spoke lightly, "Indeed. What a rare night." She wondered what could be keeping IvyClan away, when at last the clan emerged from the edges of the clearing, Owlstar joined at the front by a small apprentice. Curiosity pricked at her mind, but she'd let the other leader explain at her leisure. She wondered how dearly Mothstar wanted to tease her, and whether he held any disappointment when the dark grey leader warned them both to hold their tongues with a look. "Ah, I understand. I hope they enjoy themselves tonight," she purred a response, and nodded at her offer for first turn.
Shaping up her posture, she let loose a resounding yowl to get the attention of the cats below, who had been quite busy chattering this evening. "All clans have arrived, and so let the Gathering officially begin."
"MistClan has been quietly recovering this past moon. The melting of the frost has meant more prey for us, and, as it turns out, more kits. Congratulations to Tigertooth and Pikefoot on their litter of two. Additionally, we have a new apprentice and several new warriors, some of whom are here tonight with their new names- welcome Stoatpaw, Ravenfrost, Finchtongue, Dovepelt, Tanysong, Wolfblaze, and Slatestrike." The MistClan leader paused for a moment to allow the crowd to murmur any commendations or comments they had, before continuing on in a more regulated tone, "We have noticed an increase in fox activity on our territory. However, our warriors are remaining vigilant, and I have no doubt we can handle this threat with ease." It had been a quiet moon so far, but nothing she felt they could not handle. Scooting back a couple mouselengths, Bearstar looked to the other two leaders, letting them decide who would speak next between themselves.
While he was grateful for the help that Owlstar and the clan were giving him, Milkpaw couldn't help but feel, ah... Well, embarrassed by it. Needing the help just made him feel so useless. He was slowly starting to believe that he wasn't a pure burden to the clan but, in moments like this, his belief in such a thing faltered. How Milkpaw wished he could be like Snowsight. His mentor was blind too but he didn't seem useless. Yes, he knew that was likely because of years of practice, but that didn't stop the young tom from longing to be like the elder cat.
"Thank you, Owlstar." He mumbled as he heard the leader walk off. Right. What did he do now? Uh... In the end, Milkpaw ended up just following Rookpaw and Raccoonpaw and they walked off to find somebody to talk to.
Blackheart, meanwhile, approached Wasppaw from behind and swatted his daughter around the head with one paw. "Show the other clans some respect." He instructed, his tone sounding rather irritated. He loved all his kits, but StarClan they could be an annoyance. "And don't shout either. Remember that you're representing IvyClan."
With a huff, he then stalked off to find somebody to talk to. The warrior knew the majority of cats at the gathering tonight so he didn't doubt that he would be able to find a friendly face among the crowd.
Hrpmh. Well, Mothstar supposed that guiding a blind apprentice was a valid excuse for being late, though he did question whether the cat in question - the small, white tom, judging by how that particular apprentice seemed to be not looking directly at anyone who talked to him and bumping into others - was ready to be an apprentice if he couldn't find his own way around the forest.
Before he could make a snide comment about it, though, Bearstar began to talk. He noted with interest both the increase in prey and foxes on their territory. Hm. Perhaps it would be a good idea to begin pushing at their borders for a little extra hunting territory too? But, if there was an increase in ox activity, perhaps not. For now, Mothstar would probably just stick to the safer IvyClan borders when it came to territory fights.
Unless she was hiding something (something that Mothstar had never been very good at spotting), it seemed that Bearstar was leading her clan successfully. That knowledge granted her a little more respect in the eyes of the oldest leader. Enemy or not - a good leader deserved to be recognised.
Refusing to allow Owlstar to speak next, MothClan's leader immediately stepped forwards when the next speaker was prompted to make a move. "MothClan too welcomes new lives," he declared. "We are proud of Sweetbriar's new litter, the father of which is myself. Our new apprentices are coincidentally also my offspring. They show promise, and MothClan is confident of its future."
Well, some of them showed promise anyway. Smudgepaw's warrior abilities were questionable, and Boarspark, well... Mothstar didn't really want to talk about the unfortunate circumstances surrounding his unlucky son.
"We also have a new warrior this moon. Websplash is a strong addition to our warrior den. In other news, MothClan also has a new deputy. It was a hard choice to make due to the vast amount of brave, capable warriors in the clan, but I have decided that Brackenfall will be the deputy from now on. He may be young, but I have confidence in his abilities." Mothstar said, briefly looking towards where the other cat sat. Yes, he was happy with his choice. Brackenfall would undoubtedly represent his clan well.
"MothClan's future seems bright, and we egarly await Newleaf and the warmth and prey that come with it." The leader then finished. As he stepped back, he shot a smug look towards Owlstar - childishly proud of the fact that his quick move was forcing her to speak last for once.
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
Post by silverfang218 on Feb 25, 2018 21:28:27 GMT
Silverfang lets out a soft purr as the apprentice next to her seems to sink into her fluff. The stereotype of MothClan cats seems to be rough and violent, that stereotype is clearly not entirely true if Cedarleap and this friendly apprentice was any indication. Silverfang looks content as she listens to the leaders speak, happily snuggled up with a fellow fluff. ______________________________________________________________________
Sootpaw and Shadowgaze speak in unison when they reply, “It’s nice to meet you too, Feathercrest.” Shadow notes the simple response from Feather and takes it as a sign that the other cat is a quiet soul who doesn’t speak much (that’s his immediate guess, anyways); the young warrior falls into a friendly silence as his gaze moves up towards the leaders. The small grey cat settles down, sitting as he beckons Soot to sit with him with a tiny, almost unnoticeable twitch of his tailtip.
The white apprentice takes his companion’s lead and also falls into a comfortable silence. The younger tom moves right up to Shadow, sitting with his head resting against Shadow’s chest as Shadow’s tail curls around the both of them.
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