Open to Join Under Stars' Eyes [14TL2020]

The best are often found in midst of thunderous chaos.

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This moon was a hot one, though the moon before was hot as well, so that was no shock. Greenleaf was going to be greenleaf, just as it was every year. 

Moosestar's expression was even- not discontent, but not exactly content either. He simply lead ThunderClan's attending group through the edging bushes with a silent trot. He came down the side with a light jog to keep himself from skidding, before simply approaching the stone and leaping atop. 

He simply looked to Palestar with a stare for a moment, before giving her a greeting nod and settling down in a watchful sentinel's pose as he looked over the gathered ShadowClan cats.

Those who follow blindly will never learn to see the truth. ~Breezewing
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Breezewing looked down at the cat gathered near Fourtrees and grumbled quietly to himself, "Why do we even need to meet with all of them. They're all just cowards and mouse brains." His paws itched to take him home to the camp but he also wanted to know what Fawnstar would say about everything that had happened. She was a good choice for leader and he trusted her to say the right thing. If the other clans even tried to assume Windclan was weak he would would prove them wrong with tooth and claw.

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Gatherings! Just what Greypebbles needed, a place where cats he didn't know would try and talk to him and stress the young warrior out more than he was in his own camp. But he did have a plan for this, he had been practicing his chesty sounding cough long before this day, he had perfected it to a believably degree. Well, practicing a cough since apprenticeship would give that experience to a cat.

Greypebbles let his fur bristle along his spine and let out a dry cough, though the sound echoed as if he were trying to pry something from out of his lungs with heavy gusts of wind. It almost seemed as if he were really coughing out mucus in his lungs. And that's exactly what he wanted.

The young warrior did a few more coughs for good measure and hunched over his front paws, breathing deeply as if trying to catch his breath, which was the only real part of the whole thing, coughing did take the wind from one's lungs after all.

     'I am here for you, always'
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 Flutterdream padded close by Palestar, almost struggling to keep up with the leader's wider pawsteps, but she remained poised nonetheless. It seemed as though ShadowClan was the first to arrive, so Flutterdream perched herself near where the leaders spoke, keeping her soft gaze trained on the entrance for the arrival of the other clans, though she first watched where Hersonsong and Emberdust chose to sit, curious to if her clanmates would mingle or not. 

     'Blissful at best, clueless at worst'
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 Larchpaw was practically bouncing on her feet the entire way to the gathering. Finally she was going, as to the apprentice it had felt like ages since she had gone. She made her way next to Greypebbles, a warrior she considered her friend, though had a feeling that the same might not be said in the tom's eyes. As they arrived, the spotted tom beside her made a rumbling, dry coughing sound, repeatedly. She cocked her head to the side, he bemused expression giving away everything she felt. Greypebbles was perfectly healthy, and Larchpaw new that. They lived in the same camp and he hadn't coughed once before so they cough had to be fake for sure, and knowing Greypebbles, it was just a way to get others to stay away from him. 'You are just going to draw more attention to yourself by doing that. Come with me, lets go find some others to talk-' she said with a smirk, though she cut herself off, noticing that Mistyleaf had approached, so she gave the warrior a friendly wave with her tail 'See, you've already drawn Mistyleaf over here' she said with a mischievous giggle, her gaze already flitting over the clearing to see who she could try bring over to talk to the gathering-averse tom. 

'I am yet to understand my place in this world, but with you by my side, I know things just might be alright'
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Gazing down into the clearing as WindClan arrived, Aspenberry was glad to see that they were the third to arrive. Being last two moons in a row would not give a good impression, especially to a clan under new leadership. She turned to her clanmates, waving them farewell with her crooked tail before heading over to Dawnflurry and Kestrelwsipe, the other two deputies. She sat beside them both, wrapping her tail loosely around her paws before giving them a quick nod, and a meow of 'Evening'. 

Before she could even speak again, a cough caught her ear, soon noticing one of ThunderClan's warriors, well, practically cough up a lung, her eyes pooling with concern. Why would ThunderClan bring a sick warrior with them? Were they trying to make everyone else sick? She gave Kestrelswipe a polite, but questioning glance, though both cats seemed to pay little attention to it. Perhaps it was nothing to worry about.  

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The false coughs eased away for a moment, but Greypebbles still spoke as if there were gravel in his throat, despite being rather meek and shy compared to others, he still have the determination and commitment to commit to a somewhat convincing sore throated voice. He thought so anyway, the act seemed rather sound as Mistyleaf surely believed it if she had been asking him if anything was the matter. Ignoring Larchpaw, he eventually spoke after a smaller series of coughs.

"I'm sure I'll be... fine, Mistyleaf" He mewed weakly, coughing at every few words and flattening his ears to give the impression of discomfort. With more heaves, he continued "Perhaps... I should take a visit to... Tigerrush once the gathering has concluded" he said, continuing an irregular pattern of try but chesty sounding coughs. 

After Mistylleaf took her leave, Greypebbles, turned to Larchpaw, letting out more air filled, but realistic coughs, so much so that even his chest moved with each cough, like he was trying to force something out of his lungs. "I'm not sure what you're talking... about Larchpaw..." He stuttered, letting out two coughs throughout his sentence. "I don't think... I should be near... any cat, right now... perhaps I've.. caught something on the way here" He rasped with a final false cough