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Duskstar-
Male | Leader of Tempestclan
Kin: Embershade (mother)
Silvereagle (brother)
Kits: Wolfpaw, Hawkpaw, & Lostpaw
-(Dusk is convinced none of them would do it >U< wooo let's go drama~)
The dark tabby tom's gaze flicked to Whitesoul, giving his friend a grateful look before going back to Icestar. "Tempestclan has been focused on recovery ever since the fire." He said firmly. "I do not believe my cats had a part of this. But of course there are exceptions..." He said intently blinking back at the snow white tom. His thoughts instantly went back to someone, someone that could've possibly done this... Sinclaw had been exiled, but would he still carry Tempestclan's scent? Bristleheart was recently exiled after the revelation... would he have done something like this? As much as he thought about it, there never seemed to be a clear answer. His gaze snapped to Darksky as the tom spoke, feeling a sinking feeling. Ah, why did he let him even come? He shouldn't have let the troublemaker come... He doubted Blacksun would be able to keep his brother under control. He gave a sigh as the arguments bounced off the walls. It was hectic, and he was really feeling the pressure now. "Thrushpaw can choose where he stays. But as for Russetstorm's death," He meowed, gaze flickering to Sandpath, "You cannot blame us. I sent the patrols out myself. None went by Snowclan." Duskstar purposely didn't mention that they had gone to Duskclan's border instead out of suspicion. He didn't want a fight with them too.
Cloverlight-
Female | Flamerunner of Tempestclan
Kin: Lilywhisker (sister)
Love Interest: Shadow
-The ginger she-cat lowered her head, worry clouding her gaze. This was getting bad. Emerald green eyes looked up in shock to Shadow, shaking his head. "No." She murmured in response, "We can't leave now. Duskstar needs everyone here." She meowed. Her gaze flickered back up to the Speaking Stone, where it seemed everyone was putting their own opinions into the argument. Things seemed hectic... It wouldn't be long before a fight started, especially with the way some cats were acting... "We can fight. Snowclan will regret accusing us." She said with a nod. Though she was worried that maybe Snowclan was right... But she had seen Duskstar send out patrols himself. There was a chance someone else could've snuck out.
Darksky-
Male | Warrior of Tempestclan
Kin: Blacksun (brother)
Love Interest: Vixenblaze
-(I've gotta listen to Set if Off whenever I write for Darksky XD)
"Did I strike a nerve here?" Darksky smirked, yellow eyes going to Bearstep and Oakstep. He ignored the threat, his arrogance growing by the second. He loved a great fight, and where better than at a Gathering? "You seem awfully angry. Oh, is this what I think it is?" The dark grey and white tom meowed, feigning shock for a moment. "Did you think I killed him?" He taunted with confidence. He ignored his brothers shouts, tail lashing as he unsheathed his claws. He'd have to be ready for a fight. "Snowclan can't prove that any of us did it!"
Fallenhail-
Male | Medicine Cat of Duskclan
Love Interest: Coconutpelt
-The grey and white tom looked up as Littlefoot approached, taking a seat with her. Realizing he was frowning, the tom put on a small smile. He was a little too upset for anything more however, so it wasn't like his usual cheerful smile. "I don't know." He replied, puzzled as he listened in on the argument. Luckily, the two had ended up far from the center. If fighting broke out, they'd be fine. They could leave in that case. "I don't think things will be friendly between the two for a while, that's for sure..." The medicine cat looked up as another tom approached the two. Checking his scent, he realized he was Polarclan. And from the scent of herbs, it appeared he was a medicine cat as well. "Hello." he greeted calmly. "Polarclan right? What's Polarclan's view on this... whole situation?" He questioned. It was strange that Starclan hadn't covered the moon with clouds yet... Perhaps they hoped the cats would solve the issues on their own before forcing the Gathering to a close...
