Gathering [9/28 - ?]

[Petrichor]

Stormpaw glared back at Honeyleaf, his eyes filled with momentary malice before continuing along his way. He flattened his ears as Littlepaw shrank away from him like she had long before -- he felt like a threat, suddenly, like something to be feared. He was still her Stormpaw! "I'm doing well, Littlepaw, but... most of BloodClan is ill. We're not sure why, but it's claiming more lives every day." Stormpaw paused for a moment, making sure she understood what was going on before continuing. "Before you say anything, it's not your fault. Our Clan has been showing signs of illness since before we even met, and the illness is only now reaching its peak. Littlepaw, I'm not sure if you know, but back there, when we were all together, you changed into something else. I think this other side of yours is why --" A large crack interrupted Stormpaw, and he watched as a tree fell and began to plummet inwards, towards the Gathering. He realized as it began to fall that the majority of the cats hit were going to be ShadowClan cats, and that he and Littlepaw were directly in its path. "Littlepaw, move!" The BloodClan apprentice simultaneously grabbed and shoved the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice out of the trajectory of the tree, out of the path of death. He lay there with her, his heart pounding like a drum as the dust settled as he listened to her breathe. He sat up upon hearing another cats' voice. He was pretty sure he had heard of the cat speaking up there before -- she was always going on about ShadowClan being superior to all else, and it seems she had taken opportunity in what had just happened. That didn't matter now, though. Checking that every cat was too busy to gawk at the two, Stormpaw looked towards Littlepaw with concern. "Are you all right?" He asked. "Are you injured?"

[Petrichor]

The ShadowClan warrior sat back, her interest dull as the Clans relayed their boring news, imagining ShadowClan as the absolute ruler of the Clans, the others cowering beneath the might of those who live in the dark, bringing them prey as tribute and executing any cat that would dare speak or stand against them. The white tabby was jolted out of her stupor as a tree began to fall towards all of them. She was safely out of the blast radius and watched with sort of a dissonant serenity as cats scrambled to get out of the way of the sudden threat of death. Her eyes caught blood spilling as cats who were unable to run were crushed by the tree, and smiled slightly at all the carnage. It wasn't until she realized that the victims of the tree were largely ShadowClan that she froze. RiverClan was bickering over a single cat, who was apparently a friend of Lionstar, the idiotic bigot. Had no cat thought to do a headcount? Cloudfrost stood up and narrowed her eyes, her fur fluffed and claws out. "You idiots!" She cried out to both the ThunderClan and RiverClan cats. "You think you have lost so much with just one warrior? Take a look around! That tree has taken more ShadowClan lives than ANY of you! If ThunderClan is out to get any cat, it's out for us!" The white tabby took her opportunity to chew the scenery and ran with it.  "Do you all think that because we live underground and refuse combat that we are weak?! That you are better than us?! You are wrong! I'll show you! I'll show you all if it takes the rest of eternity!" (DID SOMEBODY ORDER A LARGE HAM?!)

[Maggles]

Just moments before, Shadepaw had been listening to the leaders give their boring reports when crash! a burning branch hit the ground and chaos erupted. Luckily, the calico apprentice wasn't caught beneath the branch, but most of her clan wasn't so lucky. Shapepaw had escaped with singed ear fur. No! This wasn't the plan! Half of not more than half her clan was dead! No! Shadepaw yowled her frustration. "Curse Starclan for allowing this to happen!" A voice rose above all the clamor. Cloudfrost! The torbie she-cat lept onto the tallest boulder she could find. She held her tail high and puffed out her chest. "Thunderclan, Riverclan, and all of the other clans! I wouldn't judge Shadowclan so openly if I were you. For one day, we will have a leader that will make all of you tremble like kits!" Her eyes burned with rage as she glared at the leaders her amber eyes then returned to the clearing. This was her chance. "Shadowclan, who is still alive?" She practicing for her future role as leader of Shadowclan. The most powerful clan in the forest. She didn't care what the other cats thought about her.

OOC: Meh, crappy post.