JUNE GATHERING 2016 -- FREE ROLEPLAY

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    [shadow=brown,left]Branch:[/shadow] A teenage Caucasian boy walked into the clearing, his brown hair slicked back. The wind ruffled against his camouflage jacket and blue jeans, and his black boots scraped against the ground as he walked around the clearing, his dark brown eyes darting to and fro. He was able to pick up bits and pieces from conversations about news, questions and answers, and other topics. He felt a few pairs of eyes watch him as he walked around the clearing.


    OOC: wow XD
    Yeah, I'm gonna have to go to sleep here pretty soon. I'll let you know when, though. :3

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    Ezekiel chuckled as he brought the teen out a chicken burger and himself an angus burger. Passing the other his burger he bit down into his, enjoying the feeling of the cooked meat under his teeth. He was distracted from his lovely burger as he felt something bump against his thigh. It was Solomon, sitting so his head rested on Ezekiel's thigh and his body under Ezekiel's left leg. The elder shook his head with a laugh, 'My leg isn't that comfy of a pillow kiddo' he only received a half glare.










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    Blue eyes flashed. Footsteps. Then the footsteps stopped. The man's eyes darted around with slight curiosity. Aha. He'd found it! How long had it been since he'd been there? Two, three months. The man shrugged, before stepping into the clearing. His blackish gray hair and cool grin was unmistakable to those who knew him. A staff hovered at his side loyally, its polished surface riddled with a maze of pulsing, blue electric veins. The man's palm rested atop the knob of the staff, crossing his legs casually as he leaned against a tree. Usually, this man would be seen wearing a gray tuxedo vest, but, unusually, his apparel consisted of jeans, a hoodie, and gray beanie. Hah. It always seemed this man was either dressed up real fancy, or really low key. So it seemed he was dressed up normally this day.

    Pebblestar paused just before she entered the clearing. Her green eyes skimmed over the large crowd, trying to pick out a familiar face. She didn't expect to know anyone. After all, this is the first gathering she's attended despite being a leader for over eight seasons.
    The brown spotted she-cat wasn't here to make friends. No, she was here to make sure that the other leaders knew that WintryClan could become a great threat to them. Pebblestar doesn't want to anger someone and potentially make an enemy. No, she just wants to scare others so that they won't mess with her or her Clan.

    ooc: Are you asking me...?


    ic: Pebblestar couldn't help but feel nervous. Foxstar, her predecessor, had often attended gatherings to share news of WintryClan or ask for help and had always invited his four sovereigns to come with him. Pebblestar was the only one to refuse each time with her excuse being that someone needed to stay behind to protect the Clan. Now, Pebblestar wished she had gone at least once to know what exactly she was supposed to do.

    Sunstripe
    Sunstripe, a pale cream furred tom with darker stripes and olive green eyes, watched the other animals in the clearing with indifference. He hadn't been to many gatherings, but each time he was just as bored and anti-social as ever. I don't see the point of these things. Nothing exciting ever happens, and everycat is just using this time to gossip to their hearts content. He let out a small sigh and curled his tail around his paws.


    ((Open for RP))

    With a heavy sigh Pebblestar left the cover of the trees and started towards the clearing. Even if she wasn't too keen on sharing things about her Clan she could certainly use this time to find out about other Clans. From what her conquerors have been telling her, no Clans are near WintryClan. Of course, they've only explored part of the unclaimed territory and there's always the land across the river and near the mountains.