Gathering [9/28 - ?]

[~XxSnakethxX~]

~ShadowClan Arrives~

    Stormstar paused at the ridge to FourTrees. Looking back at his Clan, the gray tomcat leader flicked his tail and disappeared over the edge. From the scent, ShadowClan was the first Clan there. Grinning, he led his Clan into the hollow tree. Pausing to talk with a troublesome apprentice about the importance of representing their Clan well, namely to not get into any fights, ZSHadowClan's leader leaped to the top of the large oak tree, hauling himself up a few mouse-lengths to stand on a branch and look down at his Clan. His pale yellow-green eyes surveyed the learing as he calmly tried to pick up another Clan's scent.


A sudden noise alerted his to another Clan's arrival. It was WindClan, with lean Miststar in the lead of her cats. The tom leaped of of his low perch to greet her with a courteous nod. "Greetings, Miststar. How's the prey running?" Stormstar felt that Miststar was an okay cat, but he didn't like her too much. She was, after al, from an enemy Clan.

[Phlox]

but i'll lead you all to forever.
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Miststar led her select group of cats swiftly and silently through the small strip of ThunderClan territory they had to cross to reach Fourtrees. The thick ThunderClan scent made the feathers along her spine stand up, but she wasn't really nervous. She had done this many times before, and she would do it many times to come. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the entire group was still there as they came close to Fourtrees, and signaled them to come close with a flick of her tail, so that they could wash off the heavy, foreign scent before they entered the clearing.

They were the second group to enter, she saw, as Stormstar was already up in the tree with the hollow at the bottom where the leaders announced from. She dipped her head politely as the rest of her group padded in, and after a final head count, she sprang up to one of the low branches. "Greetings, Miststar. How's the prey running?" Miststar smiled as she curled her silver tail up around herself. "Well as always, Stormstar, but you'll hear it properly soon enough, assuming the bloodsuckers are on time." She didn't really care for BloodClan, as they weren't really a Clan as the others were, but she respected them and she couldn't deny it was best for everyone to allow them to tell their news with everyone else.

The WindClan leader sighed, fluffing up her downy pelt to allow the slight breeze to blow though it. It was really a nice night for a Gathering. She could only hope the news from the other five Clans would be similarly nice.

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[Petrichor]

Well, the time had come again. It was the Gathering. Cloudfrost had a love / hate relationship with Gatherings. For one, it allowed her to demonstrate her superiority over other, lesser Clan cats, but on the other paw, she had to deal with the other Clans treating ShadowClan like crowfood. It was... annoying, to say the least. Hopping down to the gathering area, the she-cat sat down, her posture straight, showing authority over others... as was expected. She couldn't shake the feeling that ShadowClan should be feared at this moment, as if ThunderClan should be shaking in their pelts, waiting for some cat to destroy them. The thought made her smile. "The moon is nice, I suppose," Cloudfrost mumbled indifferently, just loud enough so that cats around her could hear if they listened. She dared them to listen. She dared them to look down at her. Her pelt tingled with anticipation, though of what she didn't know. Tonight would be interesting -- maybe Cloudfrost would even get to say something about the state of the Clans.

Flowerfur was nervous, she would admit that. This was her first gathering as deputy, and she wasn't sure what to say or do. Would her new position be announced? Would she have to face the collective stares of the forest as she attempted to keep her neutrality and authority? Flowerfur had never thought she'd be in this position, and she didn't particularly like what she had gotten herself into. She didn't mind protecting ThunderClan, but the whole political aspect was boring and somewhat annoying. Flowerfur, seeing no real other cat to consult with, let out a resentful sigh and approached her leader, her tail twitching with anticipation. Something was in the air today... was something bad going to happen? Flowerfur let out a prayer to StarClan that all would be well. "Elmstar," the deputy hissed through her teeth. "I... ugh." Flowerfur took a second, sat down, flattened her pelt, and regained her composure. "Pardon me, but I'm... unfamiliar with what exactly I'm supposed to do here. I suppose I spent more time with the apprentices than I did watching Quailfoot. I don't suppose you could help. Flowerfur couldn't help the strain on the last part of her sentence. She hated having to go to Elmstar of all cats for assistance, but she wasn't one to make a fool of herself just because she didn't trust someone. And avoiding her leader, especially at a gathering, would attract attention. StarClan knows what would happen if she wound up disgraced before she even became leader.

Stormpaw didn't waste any time getting as far away from Honeyleaf as possible, slipping through the crowd with an attitude of disinterest, yet his eyes scanning for a particular cat. His pelt was spiked with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, but he wouldn't show any of that. Wait. Was that her, over there? Yes, it was. Now all Stormpaw needed was a chance to talk to her... privately.  "Littlepaw," Stormpaw greeted the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice with a neutral tone, but his eyes spoke more than his voice did. We need to talk, they said. As much as Stormpaw didn't want to bring up their previous encounter, he did need to speak to his friend. What had happened only a few nights ago? Did Littlepaw know about her... other self? Stormpaw wasn't entirely certain that she did, and if she did know, he wanted to know who that was and why Littlepaw hadn't told him about it. Yes, Stormpaw probably could have spoken with Littlepaw about her altered persona somewhere else, at another time, but this was the only place where two cats could speak comfortably amongst many others without being looked at with disdain... and surely Honeyleaf wouldn't make a scene at a place like this. He wasn't that stupid, thought Stormpaw half-wished that he was.

[Mama Oak]

The small number of cats he and Flowerfur had chosen to represent Thunderclan this moon fanned out behind him, streaking down into the clearing with a muted, electrical force. From the appearance before them and the fresh, choking scents in their noses, the only other clans to have shown were of Shadow and Wind. The cats of the moor had only just arrived, still spreading themselves out among the others — the half-blind weaklings of earth. There was a deep-set ache in Elmstar's being tonight, but the old, wizened tom was cautious that it did not translate into his movements or posture. Even with the muted whispers of protests sighing through his limbs with each light step, the ThunderClan leader's fluid gait was no less graceful or swift. He always demanded the best from his body, even now at eighty-two moons, when his weathered bones and muscles persisted on being reluctant. Only a few ThunderClan cats were aware the tom was running on his last set of paws. The others could only guess at how many of his eight extra lives had already been surrendered to StarClan. But with or without this knowledge, Elmstar's age was terribly plain. The feline himself was only a diluted copy of the fierce cat he had been — after the passing of his eighth life, his muscles (wiry and thin even in his youth) had notably atrophied and his once attractively-dark pelt had become significantly peppered with white. But just as any cat could easily see the the tom's slow, physical deterioraton, it was also apparent that his mental and lethal capacity remained very much intact. He wore his cold professionalism like a cloak; a distant, collected composure reaching out to all who spared the elegant tom a brief study. Unlike the ThunderClan leader before him, it was Elmstar's body beginning to go before his mind, wheras Redstar's brain had rotted like carrion in his skull, far sooner than his pelt would have grown sprinkled with snow. Would have... if Elmstar had not murdered him. His warriors, apprentices, and elders fell past him as the ThunderClan leader's pace slowed and he drew his dull, guarded gaze across the mass of collected felines, beginning to converse among one another. Some eagerly and others almost grudgingly. For a moment he watched his own apprentice, Ravenpaw; curious as to how she would get along in her first Gathering. He had told the black-and-white she-cat all she needed to know... the things she should say, the numerous situations she should be wary of, the subjects to avoid, and her overall behavior... but still he was concerned how easily or with what level of difficulty she would assimilate into the crowd. But the silent concern was disregarded as Flowerfur approached him. From her he could detect an anticipation in addition to the usual, almost-well-hidden disdain she held especially for him. Turning to gaze at her, his yellow-green eyes offered momentary reassurance — he was confident in her, she had to know that, and only proud of her place beside him. As he announced Quailfoot's retirement, he would do so knowing that all the cats gathered would look upon Flowerfur with not only approval, but cautiousness as well — her name would ring through the mass and, in turn, the mass would know the future of ThunderClan was in intelligent, capable paws. "You must play the part you were born to play, Flowerfur," was all the tom offered, his voice level and revealing nothing, "Do as you have always done; talk to the apprentices and spend your time as you always have. Only now with the knowledge that you will stand among the roots with the other deputies when we begin. And that all six clans will see you one day upon the branches above them." He could have said more, but his eyes had traveled to the two leaders conversing at the bottom of the tree. And it was better for them to be concise at Gatherings anyway. Before moving forward to join them, he offered his gaze one last time to his deputy and nodded. "You may not yet be leader, but your reception as Flowerstar begins now." You need not act any differently though, because leadership has always been you, the champagne-colored depths added gingerly, before hardening once more as he slipped toward Stormstar and Miststar. Approaching the two cats, he settled upon his haunches and wrapped his long tail around himself, waiting until their last words were exchanged before dipping his head respectfully. "Stormstar, Miststar. A wonderful night for a Gathering I trust, should the weather remain pleasant." There had been dark clouds, but Elmstar had been unable to gauge how quickly the far-off storm was moving. Words: 791 Tagged: Everyone! Status: Gathering Muse: Pretty good, surprisingly. Notes: Will reply with Littlepaw once I make a quick table for her.

[FENRIS]

Lionstar

Even from countless miles away the stench of other cats wafted gently on the wind, ticking Lionstar's nose and giving him a rather disgusted expression. He hated Gatherings oh so much, getting there was half the problem since he had to travel through other Clan territory to even get there but once he arrived he had to interact with other cats and that just really steamed his broccoli. He sighed nonetheless as his Clan pushed on, Tigerfang close beside him with the same disgruntled look on his face. He remembered one moon he didn't even make it to the Gathering, one misstep while in his own territory and he accidentally drowned. Needless to say he took his time with walking in the watery mush and was usually late.  



Once the golden tabby reached the ridge, he peered down at the growing crowd and hissed under his breath. It was going to be an awful experience, he just knew it. After a bit and realizing he wasn't last this time, the older tom flicked his tail to signal his Clan and they all began charging down the hill. At the bottom the cats all seemed to skid to a stop before taking their places among the group, Lionstar slowly padded up to the large truck and stared up at the top. Was it always this high? Oh StarClan, he was going to have an experience getting up there. Old bones creaked as Lionstar bunched up his muscles and sent a silent prayer before leaping. Half of him made it up, claws scrabbling and digging in so he didn't fall. He could feel the eyes on him, how embarrassing. A few more panicked seconds went by before the tabby finally got a grip and hauled himself up with the others. His golden gaze kept at the ground and a snarl contorted his features as he seated himself on the trunk, far away from the others. He didn't even dare touch them in fear he'd contract something. Those disgusting cats could have anything on them for StarClan sakes, he wouldn't doubt that even being in the vicinity of them he'd come home to some kind of itch.



A low chuckle caused the tom to look up, noticing his older brother grinning at him. Blood rushed to Lionstar's cheeks when he realized Lionfang saw his awful jumping skills. A fiery glare shut him up though his toothy grin was still plastered on his face. If only Lionstar could jump down there now and give him something to smile about, he'd have to wait until they returned home in order to exact his revenge.  

[FENRIS]

Honeyleaf

Oh StarClan, what was he going to say? Honeyleaf paced his den nervously, something he hadn't felt in moons. His whole Clan was dying around him due to some unknown sickness and the Gathering was tonight, they couldn't possibly show up coughing and hacking like they were. Even worse, Jagged was beginning to show signs of a fever and with no Deputy to cover for her Honeyleaf was the only able-bodied cat ready to go. That meant he'd have to come up with something to hide the fact his Clan was sick or risk being attacked. The Medicine Cat quickly left his den to retrieve who he could and paced in front of them like a general with his assembled troops. "As well all know, Jagged is feeling a bit under the weather and I finally got her to end her constant rambling about going to this Gathering." He began, not daring to reveal that he just drugged his Leader with poppy seeds to make her sleep.

"So I will be taking us tonight, however I will be setting a few ground rules as I know you lot rather well, and very little of you understand the meaning of confidential matters. First off, not one of you will mention the plague spreading around this Clan, and for obvious reasons I'd hope. Second, Jagged will not be attending this evening for she is on a trip. Don't try to elaborate in this now, we do not need crossed lines on this. Just saying she is on a trip is good enough, if they try to pry tell them to bugger off. And finally," The tabby's eyes then shifted to Stormpaw, his golden pools narrowed. "None of you should be getting cozy with the other Clans. Remember what they did to our dear Scourge all those seasons ago? He who built this Clan with his own two paws and fiercely protected it until the very end? Our dear founder would be rolling in his grave if he knew our kind was mixing with the others. Now, with all that in mind, we can leave."

Soon the small group left the Clan, beginning their long trek towards Fourtrees. Honeyleaf kept a good pace throughout the journey, the others following him obediently like a pack. Once the Gathering spot was in sight the BloodClan cats gained speed and barreled into the sacred area, their pace finally slowing once they hit the plateau. The Medicine Cat's eyes watched as Stormpaw scurried away towards Littlepaw, his movements reminding Honeyleaf of a scared rat. With a small huff he contemplated following but chose to just do what he was supposed to instead. That cat was on his last nerve and he really didn't want to do anything reckless in front of all those cats. The tabby then moved towards the trunk, eyeing the spot he usually took but passing it on his way. With a graceful leap he made it to the top and settled himself beside the Leaders, ignoring the looks he was receiving. He hardly had to time for the glares and confused stares he was getting, all he needed to do was show that BloodClan was indeed there and just as strong as the rest.

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FLICKERPAW
Honestly this was a little overwhelming. All these cats from all these different places! Flickerpaw blinked, swiveling around to look at every cat. This was... surprising, to say the least. She hadn't anticipated it to be so loud, and everyone was so... friendly with each other! Deciding it was better now than never, the Windclan apprentice jumped into the crowd, looking for a stranger to chat up. After all, it didn't seem like the leaders were announcing yet, so she had some time to talk.

ooc;; sorry this was really short and bad ugh

[Mama Oak]

littlepaw, the haunted
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Littlepaw shifted her weight nervously from paw to paw, chewing absently at her sore inner cheek. When ThunderClan poured from the trees, her ears perked forward hopefully, only to droop at the identifying scents of dense, tropical foliage. The cats of the jungle were now all around her, picking their way among the other two clans. But it was neither WindClan nor ThunderClan she was anxiously anticipating. Most cats wrinkled their noses at the approaching smell of carrion and regarded reproachfully the dark, unfaithful cats whom the putrid smell followed, but it was precisely BloodClan who Littlepaw waited for.

Or, more accurately, a BloodClan apprentice.

She wasn't sure what had happened in the office that night, but every night since had been riddled with merciless worry. To know that Stormpaw shared a camp with Honeyleaf and to know what the golden medicine cat was capable of... almost every night she woke from the same nightmare. Terrible images of Stormpaw's lifeless body and two, crimson-colored eyes looming in the darkness behind. A dark, contemptuous chuckle and a muzzle dripping with the deep scarlet of her only friend's drained lifeblood. She would shut her eyes for what felt like seconds before the laugh tore her back from oblivion and thrust her back into sightless reality. Even thinking about closing her eyes seemed to call the echo of Honeyleaf's amused chortle to her ears — so the medicine cat had slept little.

The worst part was not knowing. Separated by territories, borders, and duties, there was no way Littlepaw could know whether or not Stormpaw was alive... or if... if... no, she wouldn't think about it. Not here, with so may eyes to see her crumble. Stormpaw would show up. He had to. He would be here. StarClan was cruel, but surely they weren't that cruel. Besides, he had promised never to leave her.

As distracted as she was, Littlepaw did not pick out the light pawsteps cautiously approaching her, before a friendly voice mewled a soft (and not unkind) greeting. Heart thrumming in her chest, the ShadowClan medicine cat forced herself from her thoughts and swiveled her ears toward the other feline; a voice she knew not. Taken off guard, she could not even choke out a pathetic stutter, but instead found herself backing slowly away. Although the cat offered her nothing but obvious friendliness, the sticky heat of hidden electricity was roiling from her pelt... and all Littlepaw could think about was how it had been an encounter with that dangerous, ThunderClan potential that brought Stonepaw to Honeyleaf's den... and...

"I'm.. I'm sorry," Littlepaw forced quietly, before leaping away from the conversational she-cat, her ear-tips burning as she prayed she would not collide with someone. It was already obvious the medicine cat was a bundle of tightly-wound nerves; she didn't need to be tripping over anyone and drawing more attention to herself with broken apologies. As she pushed herself to the outside of the gathering cats, she became aware that RiverClan, too, had joined the mass — leaving only BloodClan and SkyClan absent.

Littlepaw crouched at the edge of the clearing, worried her cheek a little more, and then, with a long, steadying inhale, attempted to straighten herself out. She told herself to be composed — told herself that Stormpaw would be calm and want her to be as well — but the tortoiseshell femme only found herself pressing closer to the earth, paws kneading the ground as she waited.

But then he was there, her name upon his lips, spoken in a tone that revealed nothing. Straightening abruptly, Littlepaw could feel the tears of fierce, burning relief begging for purchase at her eyes. But the tone of Stormpaw's voice, so cautiously level, made the medicine cat silently check herself. As much as she wanted to throw herself into his embrace like she had before, Littlepaw only dipped her head and willed the tears away. The only thing to give away her struggle was the frantic twitching of her tail-tip and the choked whisper she offered in turn, not quite stable despite her best efforts. "Stormpaw — things are... things are w-w-well at home, I hope?"

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Post Scriptum: Hey, feel free to be the ThunderClan cat that Littlepaw just completely ditched. xD Sorry, kinda crummy.

[Mama Oak]

frosttalon, the sleaze
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As the clan fell upon the clearing from the skirt of closely-collected trees, a wonderful thrill of warmth tickled down Frosttalon's long spine. Streaming behind Lionstar and Ashrain, the solid white tom could feel his leader's unbridled disdain but shared no such sentient toward the gathering of all six clans — or rather five, Frosttalon discerned after scanning the cats quickly and finding they weren't the last to arrive. He enjoyed weaving his charm throughout the masses and (probably to the great dislike of homebody Lionstar) did so undeniably well and without restraint. No cat was off-limits to Frosttalon's social fraternization and he quite liked meeting new cats — especially those of the female input. A smile pulled at Frosttalon's muzzle at fond memories, and he shook his head, thinking of his three kittens back at camp. How many other kittens had he out there, and what did a half-clanner look like?

The other clans all intrigued him with their otherworldly adaptions and mutations.The downy feathers, the curly tails, the winding horns, and the large claws were all supremely fascinating! Even BloodClan cats were not beneath Frosttalon's persistent persuasion. Admittedly, the rotten scent of their fur and their painfully-bony figures were fairly off-putting, but the idea of venom and fangs certainly piqued Frosttalon's interest. Not only was the danger exciting, but BloodClan she-cats also tended to be more sharp-tongued and feisty. A trait Frosttalon often pursued, for he loved nothing more than fighting for his prize and baiting the reactions until the other party finally — and inevitably, of course — gave in.

Grinning, Frosttalon swept himself from the RiverClan mass and began slinking through the clans, with eyes sparkling and a quiet purr resonating from his throat. His bright blue gaze fell over all that he passed, arching an eyebrow at the pretty she-cats (and even toms), lingering for a moment longer on those few he had already loved, and searching for a place to attack.

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[Phlox]

but i will only ever be me.
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The dark-pelted tom padded along slowly, at the back of the group. He was very pleased that he would be attending the Gathering, but less so pleased about the warmth and moisture down in the ThunderClan territory they were passing through. It had a tendency to sit in the extra layer of his pelt and make him very uncomfortable, and Snakeheart knew he wasn't the only one. Coming down past the snow line could really be a pain sometimes.

Snakeheart shook out his pelt as they approached the meeting place, gaze drifting absentmindedly to the glowing full moon. He snapped back just in time to realize he was falling behind; the group was picking up pace. Late, perhaps? His nose confirmed that their clan was the last, but everyone seemed to be still settling in for the most part. Good, there might be time for a short chat before the announcements began. He stepped in slowly, allowing his eyes to scan the crowd until a cat caught his eye, a rather excited-looking young molly with downy white fur and vivid red ear-tips. WindClan apprentice for sure, he thought, approaching her with a pleasant smile. "Enjoying yourself? It is quite a collection tonight."

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status: all the love for all the posts~
notes: should be fun to see this one here, his more stubborn side is likely to come out.

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FLICKERPAW

"Oh my, yessir, yes Ah am! They're jus' so many other cats Ah've never seen before! It's almost a little overwhelmin'!" Flickerpaw chirped, looking at the tom. She didn't know who he was, not yet, but he seemed to be from Skyclan, judging by his looks. She flashed him a smile, and cast her eyes around the gathering once more. She could see a white Riverclan tom, but she was prety sure he was preoccupied checking she-cats out. Euugrh. Flickerpaw hated toms like that. Did he even know how obvious he was being? Deciding to go prank the white tom, the Windclanner turned to face the one who had greeted her. "Hey, uh, ya see tha' tom over there, lookin' at all she-cats? D'ya think it'd be too rude ta go an' give him a bit of a.. prankin'? Ah'm Flickerpaw, by the way," she meowed, eyes alight with glee.
ooc;; i made her accent a little more pronounced... also i feel like most windclanners are super-aware of everything/are really good socially? that's just kind of my headcanon though

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Thawedfoot padded down towards the gathering with his sister, Driftback, at his side. The white tom relished the feeling of the breeze lightly ruffling his fur as he strode forward. Driftback wasted no time breaking into a graceful sprint as she hurried to hear what gossip and news she could catch, they didn't have much time before the gathering would begin. 
  The she-cat quickly busied herself with a group of warriors from various clans, Thawedfoot meanwhile was not nearly as outgoing and showy as his twin he skulked around the edges of the group, keeping to himself until he found a seemingly suitable place to sit. He leaned back on his haunches and nudged his limp leg beside him, he glanced around and silently observed the commotion around him.

 

[Phlox]

but i will only ever be me.
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Snakeheart raised his eyebrows at the little she-cat's - Flickerpaw's -  proposition. He had seen Frosttalon prowling around before, and he probably could use a few burrs on his rear. And, well, he hadn't ever been one not to go along with a bit of fun. His orange gaze flicked up to the tree, where all four leaders were now positioned. "I'm Snakeheart. Listen, they're going to start announcements soon, but if you think you can pull it off, I won't stop you, and I won't tell. Best be careful, though." He gave her a grin and a wink. "Now I've got some other cats to see, but good luck. May StarClan light your path." He gave a flick of his ears and a slow blink, and then he turned tail and walked off quickly, to find a nice cool spot to sit down.

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"The Gathering, the Gathering; It's time to go to the Gathering!" Vega sang, tail held high as she performed light-footed circles on her dainty paws in the middle of the camp. From the sound of the faint moans coming from the warrior's den, they weren't up to hearing her 'wonderful' vocals at the time. It was likely because they had that sickness going around, it was making everyone who got infected quite sullen and unbearably boring. She was among the lucky ones who had not caught the bug and was able to go to the Gathering tonight. It had been moons since she last was in the taking party, but Honeyleaf had chosen her to come along with the few who were actually well enough to go.

Scurrying over the little group of cats, she absently nodded throughout his entire speech while she thought about the gorgeous toms that ought to be there. So many minds to play on, so many emotions to toy with...it would be absolutely glorious. She cared not for the history of BloodClan, it's founder or what the other Clans did to him. In fact, she didn't hold any value to anything the Clans had come with, including that Code. It was just a bunch of rules waiting to be broken. Just to suit the young medicine cat, Vega made a resolve not to give away the Clan's weakness.

Racing along with the rest of BloodClan, the entire journey she weaved in and out of the group while flashing her signature smile accompanied by bright violet eyes. Her maw was constantly open as she babbled on about how 'absolutely exciting!' things were going to be and how she 'adored Gatherings so'. By the time they finally got there, she could barely keep her excitement contained.

Looking up at the Great Tree, she noticed the leaders were being joined by Honeyleaf in conversation. With the Gathering looking far from starting, Vega took it upon herself to pointedly mill throughout the throng of cats. Smoothing her fur and forcing herself to dial down her boundless energy, she kept her chin tipped up proudly and beamed brightly with a grin, ignoring the hisses and glares shot at her. Her attention was focused on seeking out the attractive cats, letting her eyes linger on certain ones.

Suddenly, she caught sight of a bright white pelt walking among the rest. Vega's paw-steps slowed as she admired the lithe tom. She could tell he was RiverClan, the way his tail was flat and broad. "Me-ow." She purred, dis-concerned with the strange looks she was getting. Pausing in a brief moment of contemplation, the thin black she-cat began to weave towards the RiverClan tom.

Passing behind him, Vega purposely bumped against his haunch. "Watch where you're going, RiverClanner." She meowed coldly, but the short look she gave him as she passed back towards where her clan would be settled seemed to speak an entirely different message. Sitting down in the spot where a couple other BloodClanners had taken their seat obediently, the black she-cat plopped down and looked intently at the leaders, though she was able to keep an eye on the white tom from the corner of her eye.

[Mama Oak]

frosttalon, the sleaze
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He was weaving his way through the crowd, taking mental note of which beautiful cat sat where and with what company they were associated, when another cat bumped into his haunch, reducing his fluid, confidenent stride to a quick moment of ungraceful blunder. The blunt intrusion was accompanied by an icy reprimand, and Frosttalon's ears pinned back to his skull as he swiftly recovered and spun himself around. When his pale blue eyes found the black she-cat padding away from him, her expression brimming with a certain toy that did not quite match her words, his ears perked forward and he arched an eyebrow. Words did not come. But a smug grin prompty pulled across his muzzle and he started smoothly after her, interrupted only by a tail-tip flicked to his shoulder.

"Frosttalon, don't." Cinderheart's hushed mew was only part-plea; the majority of the two, quietly-spoken words laced only with exasperated annoyance. The tone of a chiding brother who had quietly whispered the two words an innumberable amount of times before, each to no avail. In response to the expected utterance, Frosttalon only turned his head to offer a cheeky grin over his shoulder, pace not slowing in the slightest. The white-furred RiverClanner was a lusty and ambitious creature, easily consigned to tempation and not often deterred from his shameless pursuits... no one knew that better than his brother. Over the moons, Cinderheart had had many prospective mates whisked away and stolen by his brother's careless, devouring ways.

But that wasn't his fault, of course. He couldn't be blamed for being more attractive and desirable than his drab, introverted littermate. Cinderheart had always been too slow, that was it, and never opt to challenge him. She-cats liked to be fought over, and his brother had never been much of a contender.

Frosttalon flicked an ear as he slipped into a space behind the intriguing BloodClan she-cat; a respectful distance, but close enough to lean forward and whisper, should he feel inclined to share with the she-cat sweet, honey-laced words meant for her alone. Wrapping his long, feathery tail neatly about his forelegs, he took a quick glance around him and silent invetory of his immediate company. His gaze lingered only a moment upon Goldenpaw; his most recent conquest. Her beautiful blue eyes were upon him, swimming with a look of wounded wonder. Frosttalon had to stifle a snort — the young, sweet femme (no longer very innocent) was probably figuring it out. Most likely curious as to why he hadn't accompanied her to the Gathering or chosen to sit by her. Soon enough her small, naive mind would gradually piece together the fragments of his nature — would realize finally what "I love you" really meant when it came from his lips — and she would come to hate him like so many of the others.

He only flicked an ear, and finding no other cat of better interest, Frosttalon turned his attention to the feline before him, wondering how long he had before the leaders called the mass together. "I apologize for my clumsiness, BloodClanner, and I hope you'll forgive my intitail speechlessness — I do not often find myself tripping over she-cats as pretty as yourself." A lie, of course, but spoken with every imitation of chilvalry.

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