Open to Join [ACTIVITY CHECK] WC PGCM - 14TW'20

Fallpaw trotted over to sit with the other cats. Despite the cold in the air, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. Going to the gathering might mean another reunion with his littermates--and a chance to see Mistypaw, too. He was hoping she was doing as well as the others.

Cloudflare emerged into camp shaking his pelt from a hunt with only a small vole to show from his extended outing on the moors. He supposed it would be better than nothing, but it fell on the warriors and apprentices to provide for the Clan in these tough times. If he wasn't called for the gathering, then he'd organize a couple hunting patrols to try and fatten up their stores - even if it would be a miserable affair.

Barleyswipe groaned as she sat up, ragged pelt clinging in a dour fashion to her old bones. What a flea bitten night to be caught up an about. The Elder glowered from the relative warmth of the Elder's den, gaze only softening briefly as she spied kitten eyes staring from the nursery.

From a warm, mossy pile, Heatherkit erupted from the spongey bed and into the air at their leader's call, who just happened to be her older half-sister. Her kitten legs were lengthening, making her trasition awkward and gangly as her fur fluffed out her split faced grin as she spotted her denmate, Cedarkit. "Gosh, I wanna go!"

Oatkit peered blearily up from the moss where he had been napping next to his sister and opened his jaws in a wide yawn before snuggling back down. "Go ahead an' go if ya wanna, Heatherkit. M'gonna stay here where it's nice 'n' warm."

Brightmaple's eyes glowed in amusement at her son's reluctance to leave the warm, mossy nest. She didn't exactly blame him though. The cold bit into her bones tonight and made them ache a bit. Thankfully, she knew that Fawnstar would have asked either of the queens (and her in particular due to her age) if she was considering letting either of them attend this moon. Though she peered from the nursery to spy Barleyswipe at the entrance to the elder's den and realized that as much as she enjoyed being a queen and enjoyed the company of her kits, she missed denning with her friend.

Boulderdash shook the wetness from her fur and fluffed her fur up to try and stay warm. She had been part if the patrol that had just recently returned and waited to see if she would be needed to go to the Gathering or guard the camp, or if she would be able to grab a small tidbit from the freshkill pile (if there was anything left) and go warm up and take a well deserved nap.

Aspenberry had, well, been asleep during the call. The usually so busy deputy had taken a moment for herself, retreating to the warriors den after a hard hunting session. She had brought a single, skinny hare back, and nothing more. Normally the spotted she-cat prided herself on being able to recognise when she was overworking, but since taking on the position of deputy, she felt more pressured. She hunted twice a day, every day this leafbare, and it was taking its toll on the molly's body. She was roused by Fawnbriar's voice, pale eyes flickering towards the clearing before she slowly got up. She weaved her way to the front of the group, taking up her position beneath the talking cliff. She was trying her hardest to keep a bright gaze.

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Rooknose had been struggling since moving to the elders den. Not long after he retired, Emberback had taken his trip to StarClan. A shock that the tom was not expecting. It almost felt like... he had caused it, and now he was there to replace him. The skinny black tom of course didn't actually think that, but sometimes when he looked at the place Emberback used to sleep, he felt just the tiniest bit responsible. Shaking off whatever he was feeling, he gave Barleyswipe a soft glance, the she-cat clearly enjoying watching her kin in the nursery. It drew his own attention to his daughter, sitting beneath the talking cliff. She looked rugged and tired, but still willing to fight. Exactly what he expected from Swanblaze's kin.