Open to Join [Sticky] Sparrow's Crowning '21 Gathering

Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.

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Emberdawn followed in suit beside Fawnstar, his tall frame reaching a little taller than her as they lead their clan into the clearing of Fourtrees... and it seems they were the only ones in that moment. Would you look at that, he thought to himself. "We're the first ones here." He whispered just beneath a whisper before making his way to where the deputies usually sat. 

Before he bounded away however, he turned to the warriors and the apprentice that came today, he gave a nod to the group "Feel free to find your own places to sit until the other clans arrive." He spoke to them with his usual kindness before turning to where the deputies had sat. This was the first time being first to a gathering in his time as deputy. Granted he hadn't been deputy for very long now.

Regardless, he took his seat, the spot he had sat the last gathering and curled his tail over his paws in wait fo the other clans. He wasn't looking forward to the announcement Fawnstar had to make... about Cedarpaw, he was just happy that Beewhisker wasn't here, given their emotional instability recently.

Without passion you don’t have energy, without energy you have nothing.

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Lying to the whole clan still ate at Berrypaw and the usually enthusiastic apprentice was plastered to his mentor's side. As much as Breezewing was sooooo booooring he still allowed himself to feel closer to him than he did to most other clanmates in the clan. Beewhisker and Bayflower being an exception... now that Cedarpaw had left WindClan possibly for good. He was plagued with sadness, but mostly exhausted from dealing with training and also trying to make sure Beewhisker was getting the comfort and support they needed.

Berrypaw's eyes were half-lidded as he and Breezewing broke away from the crowd at Emberdawn's command. All he really wanted to do was sleep the night away and forget all about this situation, he was sure that Beewhisker wanted to do the same back at camp. Losing any other clanmate hadn't been this hard, but now that Cedarpaw was gone, everything just felt sort of... tiring.

Regardless, he forced his eyes open and sat next to his mentor, keeping his eyes on the entrance of Fourtrees, perhaps he would be able to see Kestrelswipe here, when he thought more deeply about it, Cedarpaw looked at lot like him. Down to the whiskers, maybe seeing Cedarpaw in Kestrelswipe would make him feel less... tired.

"I'm a big boy now... But that doesn't mean I don't need you."

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Ashpaw followed right behind Fawnstar, the tom eager for his first ever gathering. When Emberdawn spoke, the tom offered his deputy a nod before hesitantly padding over to the area that he had been told the medicine cats tended to sit together. Everything felt so nerve-wracking and exciting all at once. Maybe he could get to know RiverClan? They had an alliance after all now. Or maybe more ShadowClan cats since Muddypaw had kinda left a bad taste in his mouth.

He couldn't help but notice Berrypaw's new demeanour, the tom offering his former denmate a confused head tilt as if silently asking 'are you okay?'. The two had never been close despite their parents' close relations. But even a kit could tell that Berrypaw was kinda... Off.

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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With the entourage of her chosen Clanmates, Palestar led them underneath the tunnel and into the space that brought the tall oaks of Fourtrees into sight. WindClan seemed to already be in attendance, Fawnstar at the lead. From Coldstar beating her first last time and Fawnstar this moon she inwardly scolded herself for the delay of the storm and guiding Frosteyes alongside her. Still, wearing the polite half smile that was frquent when needed on her muzzle, she entered the sacred space even as the rumble of thunder and rain droplets pelted softly onto her fur. whipped by the occassional frenzy of wind.

"Evening, Fawnstar." She greeted only once she had approached close enough for the other she-cat to hear her over the wind, while Frosteyes scented the air for Rowanglade and her apprentices, and made her careful approach.

Tiptoe through the murk and mire
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Thunder rumbled in the sky and with it the crack of lightening. It was hardly the sort of weather that encouraged idle conversation and the Gathering's delay had done little to improve his mood.

Duskmantle settled among the ShadowClan ranks underneath their oak. Some shelter from the rain. His eyes wandered over at the WindClanners, searching for a particular familiar face. A Gathering offered one of the few opportunities to catch up...but as he searched between the figures, Fallheart was no where to be seen. A faint crease formed between his brows as he let out a soft huff.

For now he slipped far enough away from other cats to shake out his pelt. He wasn't particularly interested in forcing conversation and with the leaders still delayed, there seemed little reason to stand around.

The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all
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Did her first Gathering as a warrior have to be so dreary? Heathersky's smile still touched her face though as she filed in the clearing next to her named brother, Oatcloud. She seemed rather keen to stick by him all the same, even if a part of her wanted to socialize...It might be a challenge to offer introductions proper, with the storm and all...

If you believe you can, that’s enough to try.

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The chocolate warrior followed in after his clanmates and glanced around the clearing, his ears pricked when he noticed WindClan already situated, he was much more used to Palestar waiting for the others, it seemed a little odd. First to the gathering for so long and then a sudden change for the past two moons. Part of him wondered if Palestar's dignity was affected by it. Surely not, arrival time isn't usually an issue unless they are late or missing. This was fine

He took a spot beside a WindClan cat, a lilac calico that seemed young, perhaps she was just out of the apprentice den? So WindClan had good news to bring to the gathering, that was good. 

"Hello." He hummed a gentle, courtly greeting to the WindClan she-cat, flicking his tail over his paws comfortably. "The rain is a little... dreary isn't it?" Quailfeather added in attempt to spark a conversation and dipped his head "I'm Quailfeather," He introduced kindly, his voice welcoming, despite the weather. "And you?"

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Nettleplume had kept himself busy caring for their wounded leader, Coldstar having receieved the worst of the injuries. Or rather, Coldstar had lost a life...It was a morbid sort of curiosity that fueled his efforts. What did it feel like to regain your life...? He joined the rest of the cats in the clearing wordlessly, lost in his thoughts as his body was poised to support Coldstar this day. He could have rested another day, but he was determined...Determined to show off their victory to both ThunderClan and the rest.

Survival demands caution, but greatness requires daring
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By now you'd think the forest held its breath. At Fourtrees where leaders and their Clans came to gather from earlier times. The wind whipped up the grass, bringing with it a note of change. ThunderClan had not arrived. Not even when RiverClan and Coldstar managed to make their way into the Clearing. Still, ThunderClan was absent. Palestar might have mumbled something about it.

Perhaps the newest power in the forest simply had no intention of hurrying to meet those who had once thought so poorly of them. From a branch, a raven called, an guttoral baritone that could be heard even from above the pattering of rainfall. Kosmo emerged from the shadows cinnamon hued frame immaculate and free of any visible injury. His mismatched eyes scanned the gathered cats, alert and brimming with oppertunities.

This was SkyClan's time to shine.

He offered no apology for his tardiness. No explanation as to where ThunderClan or their precious cats may be. Only a slow inclination of his head, polite enough to satisfy convention and measured enough to suggest he was indulging it. "Clans of the forest." From above the rising wind he greeted them, half tail in salute as his own attendants fanned out.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. There has been much to do. But rest assured, we are here now and can plan to commence - " Kosmo had not come to Fourtrees to ask permission for any of it. His brought himself forward on proud paws, practically beaming, warm for his companions despite the storm rumbling around them.

"- As SkyClan. Fourth Clan of the Forest." They had taken their place among them and planned to keep it.

Healing is a matter of time,
but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

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Rowanglade trilled a greeting to Frosteyes, so that the blind she-cat could join the Medicine Cats more easily. Using her tail she signaled her apprentices closer, eyes wide with shock when the party that declared themselves the fourth clan. She eyed the clouds, seeing them only touching the edge of the moon.

No other protection is wanting,
provided you are under the guidance of prudence.

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Prudence moved with a swagger alongside Kosmo as he entered, watching the gathered cats carefully for their reactions. The sharp, metallic voice of a cardinal followed the raven song before the wildlife around them seemed to teeter on the edge of a cliff.

"So speaks the Medicine Cat of SkyClan." She swaggered forward with her tail held high and her fur showing even more of the curl than normal due to the damp. Prudence made the leap up to the top of the Greatrock with sure and steady paws. "The time has come for us to begin."

In the skies above the clouds moved uneasily as the drizzle continued to fall. The edges of the moon were touched, but they never drifted into true coverage.