[Sticky] [ACTIVITY CHECK] WC Pre-Gathering Meeting - 14LN(2020)

'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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With a sharp-toothed yawn, Aspenberry padded back into camp, having finished a small solo patrol. With the unpredictable weather, Aspenberry made time to scout the gorge everynow and then incase it flooded. While WindClan would remain fine, it was still valuable information, especially relating to the fish loving neighbours. She had made it just in time for the gathering announcement, and chose a spot beside a few of her friends. She looked over the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of her apprentice. Hopefully Fawnstar would pick him to go, the little tom deserved to see a little more of what clan was life. And maybe he might see a few of his siblings too... Aspenberry knew it was wrong, but she didn't want to foster a hostile relationship with Fallpaw and his silbings. If she could, she would do her best to teach him the boundaries between clan loyalty, blood loyalty and friendship across the clans. If you tried, a harmonious balance could be made. Who knows what the mentors of the other kits were feeding into their brains though...

Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
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The coolness rustling in the breeze caused for an alert cat. Leafbare wouldn't wait, and prey had been becoming scarcer and scarcer - but that didn't keep the ginger and white tabby from trying. He had brought a couple vole from the moors to add to the pile, ears flicking towards the sound fo Fawnstar's voice heralding a call. True, it was the day of the Gathering and he eagerly awaited to see who might accompany Fawnstar and Aspenberry. He might have been partial to the deputy himself, and sat nearby.

If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest cat on the planet
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The long pelt of the apricot she-cat could be seen as she lounged nearby the nursery, comforted by the scents within. Barleyswipe was growing used to the kitly presence of her kin, and kept close to Boulderdash, even if Barleyswipe didn't seem much interested in chatting. Tucked in like a poised loaf, the aged she-cat barely tilted her head towards Fawnstar as a meeting was called. It was doubtful she'd be called to go, but the desire was there nonetheless. Gossip was gossip, and she'd enjoy bringing back a story or two for Heatherkit and Oatkit.

The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all
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Heatherkit woke alongside her cream coated brother, having been stirred by the voice of their half-sibling as her cry stretched over camp and into the recess of the nursery. She moved to scuttle from her nest, following her folded-earred brother towards the entrance. She was a bit disappointed she would be forced to stay behind - but her aqua eyes lit up. Claws remaining sheathed, she began to dig softly at Boulderdash, hoping to cause the she-cat to scoot aside already, even if she only wanted to be closer to the action and maybe even curl into Boulderdash fluff.

Real strength isn't just in fighting, it's knowing when to stand firm and when to lend a paw.

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Beewhisker tried to stop themselves from bounding excitedly out of the nursery at the ringing of Fawnbriar's voice. They knew there was no chance of them going to the gathering, but they would be happy to hear what goes on at the gathering from whoever goes, even if they didn't. Which most times would just be Aspenberry if they asked. 

The large tortie purred loudly as they nuzzled their brood, giving them love with an abundance of licks and gentle presses with the nose "Hear that kits? That's Fawnstar, she's the leader of this brilliant clan of ours" the purred, casting a respectful glance to Fawnbriar, who she currently knew as Fawnstar before returning to the kit-care they have been so dutiful with, especially since Berrykit hadn't been growing all that much.

At the announcement of the cats that went to the gathering, Beewhisker wasn't disappointed that they weren't included in the group, rather relieved if they were honest with themselves, they certainly didn't want to overwork themselves again, even if their belly wasn't full of kittens. They were sure they'd be able to hear about the news of the gathering afterward.

Like the sun, I may burn fiercely, but it's my fire that warms those I hold dear.

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Another moon, another clan meeting. It wasn't common for elders to attend gatherings and Sunbear hadn't since she had retired, perhaps earlier if she recalled correctly. So she didn't have her hopes up. The red seal mink she-cat watched from the outer rim of the elder's den, her massive body half outside of it as her hazel eyes flicked onto the gathering cats. The casting a nostalgic glance at the nursery after hearing Heatherkit and Oatkit's little mewls. 

Sunbear gave her large paws a quick grooming flexing her claws to clean in between them. Sunbear then placed her paws comfortably under her chest as she glanced over to Bayflower, StarClan knows why, but something about that cat seemed to make her relax, but she supposed it to be a good thing and wouldn't care to linger on something like that. 

"Fawnstar has her priorities right" Sunbear spoke, mostly to herself as she didn't really bother speaking to any other cat at the moment. "She chose good cats to take care of the camp, good warriors" She added, she had seen Cloudflare's abilities and how a few of them subtly mimicked Emberback's, in that his actions, even small actions, seemed similar. But Sunbear always seemed to be able to notice the smaller things, even as an apprentice, she supposed it was just something she taught herself.

The tom has selected his seat with everyone who has arrived to the talking cliff, where his leader is up high on that cliff, and he sits very closely enough to see her. Smallclaw's tail starts to swish when a couple of his clan mates have seated too close to him, wanting to sit with as much space as he wanted to be. But the warrior knew there's no point to complain about that anyways. The time was the gathering and he knew a couple of the members were going. As Smallclaw listened in on who was joining, he took a quick glance at the warriors who will look after camp. 'Hmph..Of course the older warriors will be watching the camp. Guess I'll become a rock and sit around if I could' as he said in his mind grumpily.