Closed Thread [Closed] Gathering (14LG20)

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa. Pressure that'll tip, tip tip 'till you just go pop, whoa.
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 Alongside the rest of her clanmates, Cottonbright emerged into the clearing, her size and color making it quiet hard for her to quietly meld into the sea of cats that followed. Hating to be the center of attention, she seemed to tiptoe forward, politely considering who might arrive from the other clans.

The tip of her tail gave a tell tale twitch of excitement, however, and while she didn't progress very far, wouldn't be so against another if someone wanted to speak with her. Settling near the familiar shape of Alderfly, Cottonbright exhaled slowly before her eyes peered upwards towards the full moon.

"T-that's a good sign..."

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Following both his leader and his mentor, Nettlepaw had to play catch up as he had spotted a patch of attractive looking comfrey patch, noticing its wide, hairy leaves. He had half an instinct to try and collect some leaves, but instead made a note to try and gather it at a later date.

Clan borders couldn't stop a medicine cat from traveling where they needed to go, and the knowledge gathered was a benefit shared. Proudly, Nettlepaw stepped into the sacred clearing. Underneath Starclan's light was exactly where he wanted to be, even if that meant the other clans would be present too.

Lightly sitting onto his haunches, he positioned himself by the Riverclan oak, but far enough away to perhaps tempt any into conversation.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night
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Twas a beautiful night. Terribly hot, perhaps, but under the cover of darkness it was more bearable. Likely, the heat was the cost of her speed, and while she felt herself guiding her clan underneath the Thunderpath and towards Fourtrees with expedient purpose, somehow she wasn't the first clan to settle in, it seemed.

You're a Rockstar, a Superhero!
Get up, get up and show 'em what you're made of!

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The heat of the night burdened that of a cat, one's fur often dry to the sunlight which burned above while the paws brewed up a sweating storm below. It was dreadful for the average cat, but Thunderclan was surprisingly able to dodge the issues of heat. The forest made a good barrier towards the sun's rays, meaning shade was almost always available.

What was terrible about tonight, though, was that the heat didn't stop at the sun, but it was thoroughly soaking the forest. Dreadful, absolutely nasty. 

Well, it was just one of the things a clan cat would need to brave.

Thunderclan, for a leader's first gathering, made actually rather decent time. The log which one had to cross to reach across the river often made it slow progress, but Moosestar had managed to do it with enough efficiency that just as Palestar spoke, young Moosestar trotted up.

Unlike the rather solemn Goldenstar, who often gave only a simple greeting and a respectful nod, Moosestar trotted up with a warm smile, nodding to the two older cats with both respect and a friendly edge to it.

"Greetings! Rather fine weather we're having, aren't we?" 

The tom greeted, joined with a nice sarcastic remark. Overall, he didn't seem terribly nervous- a positive, considering he was a new leader, bringing his clan to his first Gathering- but also much more outgoing than the tom before him. Whether that was good or not, was up for debate.

Either way, Thunderclan has arrived.

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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 Living, sometimes, seemed such an arduous task of monuments proportion. His blue eyes had danced briefly at those who gathered, and fell further towards the dirt, where he blinked curiously. A dark beetle struggled on its back against the sand, its small legs kicking weakly. Running on air as it attempted in vain to reright itself - eyes narrowing, the tomcat paw flashed against its shiny hide, returning it to its proper position, but it was too late. The beetle was dead.

He glared hard at the tiny insect for another moment before he was brought back to his senses. As if predicting what Willowfrost might have chided to him about finding some cat or another to talk to, he spotted the familiar brown tabby shape of the Thunderclan medicine cat. A younger cat in her years by circumstance, younger... more approachable.

Playing off the fact he glared daggers at a simple bug, he sauntered quietly towards the she-cat's side, offering a brisk greeting that could have cooled the torrid summer air. "Have you noticed anything suspicious in Thunderclan territory as of late?"

Never one to beat around the bush, nevertheless, Nettlepaw had an insatiable hunger for knowledge at the potential cost of charisma.

Bloodlines of strength ignite fierce souls
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 Wildcry moved efficiently alongside Moosestar, nose alert to the budding scents of the clans as they moved on the ground like the efficient unit they were. Pleased with the turn of the night, and especially how her son was joining them, the younger elder confidently strode into Fourtrees, her appearance an echo of ancestors past as her large ticked form padded forward. Her pace hadn't slowed much in consideration... however, a panting non-thunderclanner elder piqued her interest.

A Windclanner. Dirt kickers. Cottontail-chasers... "Trip a bit rough on you, dear?" She seethed through her fangs.

Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
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Cloudflare was happy that he was chosen to go to the Gathering. Visions of cream and tabby flashed behind his eyes, and he could still recall her scent... Clovershine. Would she be within the ranks of Shadowclan tonight?

Clearly he needed some cat to distract him and his copper eeys lifted towards the throng of cats gathered. That was one of the benefits of arriving last to Fourtrees. Every cat was theoretically already there.

Exhaling with some small amount of relief seeing that his Shadowclan friend wasn't among them. Taking a few strides over to the Riverclan oak, he offered a greeting towards a large white, nervous looking she-cat and introduced himself with his usual laid back cantor.