A NEW YEAR, A NEW DAY || JANUARY GATHERING

Blackstar seemed to have brought his clan in first as the clearing was serene and seemingly undisturbed for a while. Each paw that padded forward was exhausted and chilled to the bone with the coldest air. Thunderclan was suffering. It was more than obvious now, considering how sour things had turned between his clan and their island dwelling neighbors, Riverclan. Since there was no one from the other clans around just yet, the tall black bengal would stay besides his daughter and clan, awaiting for the start of the gathering.

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"i wait for the morning."

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Silver tabby paws would carry the Thunderclan Deputy into the clearing beside her father and leader silently. Her black stripes making a stark contrast to the rest of her glowing silver pelt in the light of the full moon, her pale yellow eyes turned into glowing orbs of yellow and green as her optics reflected the light in the darkness. Moonwatcher would find a sense of peace in the stillness and quiet of the clearing as Thunderclan was the first to arrive. She would give her father a look before moving to fully enter the clearing.

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"And we could be enough"

SORRELSTAR

traditional shadowclan leader

from the darkness came the shadowy clan, soft paws stalking over frostbitten ground, eyes glittering under the light of the full moon. with a soft flick of her long furred tail, the clan paused, a glinting mass just above the clearing. she took a breath, let it out. the air fogged in front of her mouth for a moment, then faded into the night, drifting up like smoke, dissipating among the stars. it was time. she was ready. her clan was strong, her deputy was beside her, and she would do this.

letting her tail lash down to signal, she stepped forward, leading the way down into the clearing. thunderclan was here already, filling the clearing with an oaky scent. she stepped to the side, watching her clanmates pour into the clearing, mingling among the scrawny clan. everyone was suffering this leaf-bare. it seemed that greencough had taken over the clans, and prey was scarce as always. yet thunderclan was suffering the worst of it. their forest had been burnt to ashes, the prey was gone. they were almost dying.

sorrelstar nodded to blackstar, padding over on velvety paws towards the tired leader. "greetings blackstar. it's been awhile since we've spoken." she dipped her head, seating herself beside the dark tom. "how are things?"

+BLACKSTAR+

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NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A LITTLE HELL TO RAISE

He had always wanted to go to a gathering. And now he was old enough.

Finally.

He came in close behind Blackstar and Moonwatcher, casting his gaze around the growing throng of cats. The silver lynx point puffed out his chest, his handsome coat fluffed against the chill of the night. He regarded his Leader for a moment, before turning to watch a she-cat emerged from the shadows and brought with her another group. He had yet to meet cats from another clan, he realized and excitement bubbled beneath his chest.

He stayed quiet however, deciding instead to watch the two leaders converse.

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Creeping slowly forward, soft paws falling against hard iced ground came the sleek form of the oriental. She looked worn and tired, a tough of fear lingering in her gaze as she looked around the area through the fog that laid along the ground. The she-cat was just getting over her sickness and after her fever had broken it seemed that everything else fell into place with her getting better. But exhaustion clung deeply in her limbs and she needed a bit more rest before actively going out hunting and beginning Cherrypaw's training. Yet she had come to the gathering still because she needed to see him and to confirm that he was okay and that her nightmare, what she saw through glazed over vision had not been the truth. But if it was, how was she going to face him? Her heart beat a hard pattern in her chest and her legs became shaky for a moment. She just prayed to whomever that it wasn't true. "But it is...." The silken voice of Jester interrupted her thoughts and she jolted with fear surging through her sitting down suddenly as she watched Sorrelstar wander off to go and speak with Blackstar.

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owlflight ♚

shadowclan - deputy - male - 15 moons - tags

The chocolate bengal padded alongside Sorrelstar. His rustic gaze locked onto the Fourtrees. This was his first gathering as deputy and her first as leader. A sense of anxiety washed over him. He felt unprepared for the responsibilities. Owlflight wondered if Sorrelstar had felt the same. He remained silent, stalking beside her. As they reached the gathering, Eveningshade was there. Her illness had been awful and made look worn down. Not that he’d tell her considering how rude it sounded. All he knew was he was praying to StarClan that she got better soon.

Looking around, he noticed only a few ThunderClan cats were here. A pleasant surprise considering the harsh leaf-bare. Sitting down near the front, the charcoal tom waited for this meeting to start.

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Risingpaw stuck close to Sorrelstar as he padded along in a boring track.

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"speaking"

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ThunderClan was suffering alright. Brinetail might have been the prime example of that. The silver molly had been able to eat a little better during her stays in the medicine den, but what she lacked in visible bones she made up for in fresh scars. She didn't want to be here, figuring that she'd have to deal with bitter RiverClanners and maybe see the feline who jumped her by the thunderpath (she did, within moments, and resorted to sticking particularly close to Moonwatcher's side because of the sight of Eveningshade). But here she was anyways. She needed to stick it out. She was an active warrior, and having her not show up would be odd.

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— I AM FLESH AND I AM BONE, RISE UP TING TING LIKE GLITTER AND GOLD!

Pitchstar lingered in the foliage that edged the Fourtrees, watching cats spill in from every angle. This would be his first gathering as DarkClans leader, and boy were the nerves getting to him. His ribcage still ached from his fall, as well as his throat thickly bandaged where it had been torn into by the ShadowClanner. The back of his mind wondered if she would be here tonight, but he pushed every thought of her to the deepest corner of his cranium beforw continuing down towards the Great Rock. Volcanic eyes glanced around at the faces, pausing ever so slightly on a pair of heterochromatic optics. But they only lingered for a second before the hulking bobtail moved to join Blackstar and Sorrelstar. Looks like there would be two new leaders at this moons gathering.

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Slowly the soft colored angora moved after Pitchstar, timidly shifting from one paw to another as he entered this place of gathering. He had been updated on the rules that came with this event and he was pleased with them. After all he was not the best fight and it was something he understood well enough. He was working on that though but for now he was intrigued with what was going on around him. The smells were so strange and he couldn’t really identify them considering he hardly knew the clans here. But there was a mounting excitement in the senior warrior as he moved with a quicker pace into the fogged clearing behind his leader. A pause and he looked around, greeting with a smile before he saw some a female sitting with a seemingly rigid pose. Was everything alright? Gently, ever so carefully he crept over to her, taking in the scent from her pelt and the docile tom tilted his head a bit. “Um, hey. Is everything okay? You look a little unnerved. I’m Snowlynx by the way, a senior warrior of Darkclan.”

brinetail

Acornpaw padded in behind Eaglespirit, his eyes wide in awe. So this is a gathering... he thought to himself, taking it all in. It was almost magical to the young tom. From his sheltered kittypet life now to the moors of Windclan, the gathering was more than he ever imagined. Dozens of cats milled about, speaking to each other, finding old friends and even enemies... Acornpaw let out a small sigh. With a tentative smile on his face he walked with the rest of his clan and sat down near the center of the clearing, wondering what would happen at the gathering.

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He had never been to a Gathering before, not in any of his near-seventeen moons. The cold leaf-bare wind buffeted his fur from time to time, but it was his nerves that made him shiver from time to time. The blue tabby tom padded into the clearing with eyes wide, seeing only a few cats there already, and even fewer ones he recognized. The air was full of differing scents and he drank them in, only being able to guess who they all belonged to. Driftingheart paused at the edge of the clearing, seeking out someone to talk to. He wanted to get to know the other Clans a little better, and so decided on an unfamiliar chocolate tom sitting up front. He looked heavily scarred, but young. Curious, Driftingheart made his way over, offering a small smile as he reached the stranger. "Uh, hi! I'm Driftingheart from DarkClan," He spoke, tail waving slowly behind him.

.owlflight.