Gatorstar approached the Four Stones, his eyes a dull yellow as he jumped up onto the south boulder. He turned and watched his clan file in, noticing their dispositions.
Fallenleaf walked into the gathering, somewhat afraid of the other clans. The war was brewing, and she doubted it wouldn't show tonight.
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OOC: track
Swampclan
Darkpaw filed in after his clanmates and gazed around the area. He sat near a group of his own clan, Swampclan and couldn't help but notice the crushing tension that floated around the place. His fur bristled instinctively as his orbs darted around narrowedly.
Skyclan
Icepaw gazed with wide eyes around her. This was the apprentice's first gathering after all and the first time she had seen a mass amount of cats from other clans. The scent of the foreign clans that mingled and mixed together caused the apprentice to have to sit down, her head spinning.
Weaselstar was hiding in the bushes .
" Listen , act in peace . Any harsh comments that are said without reasoning will be punished . Act in peace ." He mewed .
" alright!" He said determined , as he rose his tail signaling for his warriors to split in the clearing .
He than padded to his spot and leaped up .
" Greetings Gatorstar ." He murmured .
SwampClan :
Thistlefur growled .
" what a coward !" He spat silently .
Ashstorm sat alone watching Gatorstar and Weaselstar .
Ivoryflame stopped behind Icepaw. He chuckled. "Is it too much for you, Icepaw? If so, I'll walk you back to camp myself."
Dawnflight growled at her brother, "Grow up, Ivoryflame. You were the same way at your first gathering." She took a seat beside the apprentice and looked up at Weaselstar and Gatorstar. She flattened her ears to her head. She wasn't comfortable, not with all the tension.
Ashstorm went to Dawnfire .
" I'm sorry about Gatorstar being hostile . Please , just remember its not SwampClan ." She said with a hint of desperation .
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Dawnflight turned to Ashstorm. "A leader represents their clan. A warrior can choose to not follow a leader if they believe them to be a bad leader. I won't hate the clan, but I won't respect it until Gatorstar is more friendly." She meowed as she looked to the leader of SwampClan.
Ivoryflame turned to Willowfire. "Greetings." He said as he dipped his head.
Stormeyes sat down and listen to the conversations.
Swampclan
Darkpaw leaned back with his fur bristling madly as a Fieldclan warrior hissed in his face. He bared his teeth as anger rose inside of him and gave a low hiss back. How dare she act hostile towards him at a gathering! He eyed her maliciously as she approached a group of Skyclanners.
Skyclan
Icepaw shoved Ivoryflame roughly at his teasing comments. Her body sat still though as a cat approached them, from Swampclan, she thought. The young apprentice listened to their few exchange of words, before her ears perked as another cat joined them. She noticed the new she-cat was from Fieldclan and gave her greetings back, "hello!"
WoodClan
Briarstar slinks through the throng of cats, her reddish brown fur turned a fiery gold color in the harsh moonlight. She says nothing to anybody and seats herself atop her designated stone with her head held high and her green eyes turned towards the sky, reading the stars with a small smile playing at her muzzle.
SwampClan
Sootfang brushes past all of the clan cats and dipping his head and rumbling short greetings to them all before sitting on a nearby log and drawing a careful paw over his long black whiskers, glancing at Gatorstar with a look of contempt for making this gathering so awkward.
FieldClan
Rowanstrike says nothing as he weaves through clan after clan, his pelt bristling whenever a cat got too close, his amber eyes narrowed in hatred at the SwampClan cats, he made no signs of aggression but that didn't mean he had to be friendly.
SkyClan
Mintleaf huffs and plops down in the spot medicine cats were to meet, her minty green eyes gazing around curiously and easily picking up on signs of hostility. She laughs and pulls her tail comfortingly around her slim grey frame.
" Greetings Briarstar ." Weaselstar said respectfully .
The Tom gave her a look and quietly whispered " If things go wrong here with Gatorstar please don't jump to conclusions of war . Peace first ."
Briarstar gives a barely noticeable nod to Weaselstar so as not to seem as though she was in league with them. "Of course...but if things get out of paw you can't stop me from knocking some sense into him, truce or no truce." She murmurs quietly.
Dawnflight flicked her tail. "That is up to my leader." She replied.
" Yes Briarstar I respect your answer ." He mewed .
" I'll be your ally in that situation ."
Stormeye's realized this gathering will be like none before. No one seemed to have been quiet and no one kept still. He jumped up, realizing the only way to have noticed is by keeping on his paws at all time.
Gatorstar showed no inclination to greet Weaselstar. "Good evening, Briarstar."
Stormeyes padded over to Briarstar's side, claws perfectly unsheathed. It hurt as he walked, but he didn't care.
Weaselstar closed his eyes .
When he opened his green eyes they blazed a fire .
" Gatorstar this is a time of peace . And if you can't put aside yourself greed for one night your no warrior . And if you advance your cats on my land , a fight is what your gonna get . I'd rather have peace but you don't know what that is . With every last breath in my body , I will fight for my clan an any that calls for help !" He spat .
He didn't care if Briarstar heard him say that .