January Gathering

ooc: I've decided to create the south moving thread for the BC-fighting army tonight folks =) This Gathering thread will be able to wrap up on its own on liquid time, but once you have your cat leave to join the army thread, it is no longer in this one :)

ic: Orchidpaw looked crestfallen. "You're too young? I...I see." For just a minute she contemplated not going, but that was unacceptable. She'd left her whole family to go yet would stay home because Skitterpaw was home? No way. She had to keep her priorities straight. She was doing this first and foremost for her family. "I'll miss you Skitter."

<blockquote>_{Skitterpaw nodded, slightly crestfallen. "Okay. Just... like, be careful. Don't get yourself killed or anything," Skitterpaw joked, although there was a thread of serious concern in his tone. He glanced at Orchidpaw and Acepaw. "Bye, you guys. Nice emeting you, Acepaw," he said, trying his best to sound cheery. Itw as unbelieveably frustratign that Skitterpaw couldn't go battle like he wanted to. Ah well. He turned away from the other two and started the journey back home.</blockquote>}

(OOC: Got it Groovy, Mudtail wasn't really doing all that much anyway XD)

Desertwind scanned the crowd, looking for Deerpaw, and figured that was relatively pointless. "Deerpaw, where are you?!" He could tell this Gathering was soon coming to a close.

Sunleaf threw an angry glance at Silverfur, "we don't need help defending ourselves thank you very much."

"Bye. I'll be coming home soon I promise! Take care!"

Orchidpaw had not known he wouldn't be able to go to war with her. She'd never felt so down in all her life, but she refused to let herself cry, that was just silly. She didn't even know him all that well.

"Was that another family member," Dirtleg wondered aloud to orchidpaw seeing how she was taking this apprentices leaving quite harshly.

"No, he's a good friend of mine. I thought he was coming with us, but he's too young. Thought he was older, you know like my age." Orchidpaw knew it could be hard to judge age, but by Starclan she really did suck at it!

Wrathbane picked himself up. Finally, it seemed that they were leaving. The black and white tom padded to the outskirts, seeing a mass of cats beginning to leave.

Stonefur got up. Finally! where leaving!. He started to walk away.

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Desertwind scanned the crowd, looking for Deerpaw, and figured that was relatively pointless. "Deerpaw, where are you?!" He could tell this Gathering was soon coming to a close.

Sunleaf threw an angry glance at Silverfur, "we don't need help defending ourselves thank you very much."

Silverfur shrugged and sighed. "Suit your self. But personally I wouldn't mind the help, if i were in your position."

Deerpaw couldn't hear Desertwind. She wanted to see if her brother made it here or not. She finally found her brother, Cougarpaw. "Come on Cougarpaw come with me."

The tom didn't know what his sister wanted but he went over to her. "What?" He asked.

"Just come on." She said to him. He followed her to Desertwind. "I'm Here. Desertwind. Just wait a sec."

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Falconstripe smiled warmly at Moosecreek. "Indeed, it is the fine Falconstripe," the ginger tom countered, playful amusement showing in his eyes - the same eyes that were set in Lionpaw's face. "It's nice to see you! Are you..." The WindClan warrior glanced around with exaggerated furtiveness, although there was a grain of seriousness within his expression; he wasn't sure whether they were to be openly discussing the BloodClan battle.

In a lower voice, he continued with another surreptitious peek around his shoulder, "... going to be attending the battle?" He grinned with excitement, while Lionpaw's juvenile face lit up by his father's paws. "It's gonna be awesome!" Lionpaw squawked loudly, wriggling his haunches in anticipation. Falconstripe clearly shared the same feelings, but shushed his son all the same with a mild look.

"This is your first gathering, Lionpaw. Don't screw it up," he joked, while Lionpaw looked mock-wounded. "Well, I'll be a warrior soon! Then I can go to all of the gatherings I want!" he boasted, leaping to his paws so suddenly that he nearly had a head-first collision with a passing warrior - AGAIN. Falconstripe made no attempt to hide his laughter before returning his attention to Moosecreek. "Klutzy definitely springs to mind," he agreed with a chuckle, before replying, "Oh, yes. I'm well."

That was a lie. Lionpaw knew it; he glanced up with a troubled expression. Falconstripe continued on, either having not noticed his son or purposefully ignoring him. More likely the latter; Falconstripe picked up on most social signals, such as Moosecreek's awkwardness, although he decided not to comment to put him more at ease. "The new kits are nearing apprenticehood." He smiled, although there was a note of falseness to it; he simply couldn't bring himself to say "my kits". Because they weren't his.

They belonged to some rogue loner who had r.aped Nickelpelt. He dismissed the thought even though his stomach churned with anger.

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Moosecreek closed his eyes, in somewhat happiness, in somewhat confusion. Of course he'd fight against BloodClan, but there was this doubting thought at the back of his mind, another one of his father's.

Fight. Unless you want to end up like your mother. Broken. Shattered. Dead.

What on earth did it mean? As far as he knew, his mother died after stressful kitting. Unless...

Moosecreek's eyes widened slightly, unsure of what he had just unraveled.

'W-w-w-we'll fight, along side e-each other, yeah?'
Speech coming out of a blank, expressionless face wasn't the best to be believed. He ignored and partly avoided Lionpaw's excited advance, noticing the other cats progress around him in some orderly procession. He gave weak corner smile, to the two of them, there was something he'd have to do later, he flexed his claws in a dark manner.

Until then, it wouldn't be long before they'd have to leave to face the nefarious heart of Bloodclan.

"Well, I was just ask-" then her tone changed from irritated to spitefully curious. "In what position?" Badgerfoot asked, getting up and circling Sunleaf playfully. "Ah, hell, I'm just teasing. I don't care if the whole of Thunderclan has a thorn in it's pad. Less for me to step on." she rasped, then got up to see where all the cats were clustering to.

"Oh, thats to bad the mroe the merrier. It helps keep everyones spirits up knowing that a lot of cats are coming, though," Dirtleg purred.

Hauntingpaw laughed nervously when Brazenpaw did, turning to check on the other cats quickly. They seemed to be discussing leaving, but he was turned back to the she-cat when she volunteered her name. "I'm Hauntingpaw." he replied, blinking kindly. He refused to show how nervous and uncomfortable he was - he didn't much like being around so many cats.

Sunpaw padded over to her mentor nightwing. "Nightwing when will i get my assesment i'be been an apprentice for 6 moons! it's not fair!" Sunpaw Whined to nightwing thinking about how much fun it had been when she was new. Now she was just sick of it

"Actually, they probably want to kill me more than you. I'm a fugitive. Chased out by my own brother... But we made up, you remember... Looks like we're moving out soon...", the Blackheart fugitive stood up. Catbird looked at his brother, "Let's hope they don't recongize me..."

"We're not in any sort of position, so watch your tongue, or I might cut it out of your mouth," Sunleaf hissed, her fangs flashing dangerously. She decided to just leave before she did something that StarClan would have frowned upon, though that was a huge understatement.

"Oh, sorry, but it seems we're leaving soon. Cougarpaw was it? Who's the Warrior chaperoning you?" Desertwind asked, beginning to head off with the mass of cats, better question. Where are they?

ooc: Here we are! The March on Bloodclan:

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