Open to Join [Closed] [ACTIVITY CHECK] The precipice of moonhigh (PGCM - 14CF’20)

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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Cottonbright padded back from a successful hunting adventure of patiently sitting by the bank of the river near the copse. Short pelt still a bit sodden, her dampness was a decent cooling measure as the larger she-cat returned into camp, depositing her catch of trout and a few silver scaled minnows. Surely someone would appreciate a fresh catch of fish - perhaps Otterwhisker or the kits. Caught by surprise from staring, regarding her contribution, she nearly jumped in her skin when she heard Boldstar's cry, tail partially fluffing up before she turned, feeling a bit chagrinned. She wondered exactly who might be called to go to the gathering tonight.

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Knowing the height of the moon climbed ever higher in the sky and that he would certainly be joining the small group of riverclanners called to go to Fourtrees, Nettlepaw took a bit of time to smooth over his coat. Each swipe of his tongue cleaned and neatened his mid-length fur, and spent a great deal of time straightening his pluming tail, working out a burr in the process. If he was to represent Riverclan, he needed to look his best. Nettlepaw paused briefly when he heard Boldstar's call, but went back to grooming near the warren's entrance, rushing himself a bit. He still needed to grab some dinner before heading out...

What I dream, the day might send. Just around the riverbend.

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The waning day's heat was the perfect time to stretch her legs from the confining nature of the nursery. Her kits were growing strong, and they understood not to get under-paw of warriors in the midst of their duties, or bounce around willy-nilly around twin willow's boughs for sake of falling off. They were at an age where she could trust them to be alone a little more, and after a day of mother's knee training and stories she needed a bit of a rest, and reclined on a curved root not too far from Coldgaze, whom she nodded at politely. Teal eyes shifted towards Boldstar as he made his announcement, ears perked curiously.

Garden's gem, in sunlight's blaze
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Gathering night! Gathering night! Merrykit couldn't rest - she needed to know who would be going to see the other clan cats. Maybe if she was lucky she could catch the first warrior who returned back to camp and ask how it went! Her little paws had taken her to the entrance of the warren, blinking up at her sire as her chest swelled with pride.

I can fly like an eagle
And strike like a hawk
Do you think you can survive?

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Hailkit had actually been around camp for most of the day, instead of being with her mother and siblings. What she was searching for? Of course, she'd never tell the adults- or at least she'd say she was "looking for weaknesses in the camp"..

Truly, she was looking for hiding spots. 

Popping out of some brambles and reeds came Hailkit's head, her light green eyes blinking with curiosity. Realizing what was going on, her eyes sparkled with curiosity and she hopped out of the weed tangle, bounding towards her sister- Merrykit. Meanwhile, she looked upon her sire, quietly glad he was the tom she had came from. 

There is peace even in the storm...

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Stormkit had been napping in the moss and fluff and softness of the nursery until Mistykit’s movement disturbed her. She rumbled with as much malice as her little body could muster, then gathered herself to leave the nursery and discover what the fuss was.

As soon as she made her way around the root that separated the fresh-kill hollow from the tunnel entrance it became instantly clear and the snap of anger vanished as quickly as it had arisen.

Gathering tonight.

Out with the old - In with the bold

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Seeing the clan come so completely together was always a joy. Certainly, they all came and went all day, but during meetings they all kept to the same spaces in ways they didn’t when a meeting hadn’t been called.

”The moon is full and once again we head to the gathering. Willowfrost has decided that she will be staying in camp tonight.” Boldstar paused for effect. The drama of a clan meeting was just as important as anything else. ”Myself, Coldgaze and Nettlepaw will be joined by Briarfang and Thornstrike. Cottonbright, I leave  organizing camp security in your capable paws.”

Cottonbright’s confidence needed to be built, and Boldstar felt like such responsibilities would aid the she-cat. He brought himself gently down from the speaking spot, letting the chosen cats join him from the crowd before turning to lead them out with a wave of his tail.

'Hah, you think you can outdo me?'
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Bloomfire let out a quiet scoff. Of course Thornstrike and Brianfang were going to the gathering while she was stuck at camp. It didn't come as a surprise, as she was well aware of Boldstar's inherent dislike towards her, not that it was particularly a bother. It was more the fact that Cottonbright was chosen to organise camp security, and that both of her littermates were going. Surely there was someone more capable than what she saw as an uncertain, insecure young she-cat to organise camp security. While she was tempted to spark an arguement of sorts while both her leader and deputy were away, Bloomfire did know that it would be best for now to just listen to the white she-cat rather than outright ignore her Maybe Cottonbright would turn out to be alright, but for now Bloomfire would take her position in watching camp under her cold glare, wrapping her feather-like tail neatly around her paws.