October Gathering 2012!

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    ((Hurrah! Whitepaw finally knows how Jack feels! Ohwait.... he slaughters, too.... ewe))


    Jack flauntered in, his oculars slowly parading over every single accountable feline, and locked on one in particular. Scourge. The son of a two-faced jackal, is all he is. He thought in a sour, bitter referance of the foolish murderer. Tsk,tsk. What I never understand is the reality of clueless killers galavanting about the gathering, informing us all of their purpose here. Jack's stance became a bit more closed in, his tail swishing and pettishly blowing up accursed, fallen leaves.

    Stoneheart looked at Lucky."Nightshrdder"Nightshredder smiled

    Whitepaw sighed softly, settling beneath the secure shelter of a birch tree. She inhaled the crisp autumn air, gaze flitting closed. She truly enjoyed this season. It was one of the most beautiful, breathtaking one of them all. With numerous colors in the fluttering, twirling leaves that so elegantly flew to the earth through the fresh air, it was a fun season aswell. It could also be a little frightening due to the sometimes sharp decrease in prey, but overall, it was a lovely time for her.
    "'Scuse me, sorry love, watch that tail darling, careful with the paw hon!"
    A lively baritone chirp sounded above the crowd. A rather large sandcat-caracal-leaopard-lion-cheetah hybrid stepped daintily over the many felines, excusing himself politely. Immidiately Whitepaw recognized the tom as her brother, Tuftedpaw.


    A slight frown formed at Arden's lips and his paws prickled with a slight unease. He narrowed his eyes to slits before he rose to his paws and padded stiffly over to Luxa and asked dryly, "Are you done with your boring chat? We need to leviso." He added and he seemed to not even acknowledge that CoyoteMoon or NightShredder were here. It was as if they didn't even exist to him.


    "No we don't need to leviso! It's not even close to day break!" Luxa exclaimed and she gave him a slight nudge before she added to the two other cats, "Sorry about him...He's a bit frosty. He's Arden by the way. Don't be offended it took me six moons to find out his favorite color."

    Nightshredder shrugged,ignoring Arden like he was invisible.he looked at Luxa with gleaming dark blue eyes.

    ((My muse still exsist, and it's fresh! In your face, Roseyosy! >:D ))


    Jack's bitten glare skimmed over Hawkeye, and narrowed in a devious mischief. "Knowing you, I pressume Tasha lost all interest, hasn't she?" He put emphasis on Black Widow's name, yet another failed attempt to give Hawkeye a dark case of the heebie-jeebies.