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    ShadowClan
    Hollowsong sneaked in, hidden in the shadows. The last Gathering she had attended was a disappointment; yes she had gotten into an fight but it had been short and unsatisfying. Settling herself on a patch of dried up grass, she kept an eye on the entrance, waiting for a worthy-looking opponent to arrive.


    ThunderClan
    Briarclaw padded in, feeling rather calm. It wasn't her first Gathering and she felt good knowing she wasn't completely inexperienced. She scrunched up her nose though, as soon as she smelled the scent of RiverClan and ShadowClan. The stench of wet pelt and Carrionplace were not the best after all. She sped up, hoping to find an uninhabited corner [/i]far[i] away from the smells.


    RiverClan
    Larkwing had already settled herself down. She was patiently awaiting the events that would occur. Hopefully, no fights would break out. Last time, a bunch of wily cats had started a spat and had to be seperated by higher-ups. However, her gaze landed on a cat hiding in the shadows and her heart sank. It was the same cat at the last Gathering. She sighed.


    WindClan
    Seabreeze looked around nonchalantly. Everywhere around her, new cats were coming in. She had been observing to see if she could find the loner that had fought with her last time. Ah, if only they would leave her alone...Seabreeze tossed her head, sending her bangs into her eyes. She shook her head again. Perhaps this time, she would be able to sleep in peace.

    "Clan of betrayal?" Hollowsong mused, her tail swaying as the loner approached. He had begun circling her and she followed his every move with her eyes. "What would you mean by that? Surely ShadowClan has done nothing to earn such disapproval? Yes, we do occasionally steal prey from other clans and yes, we are considered the least trustworthy of the bunch but surely not so terrible to be considered so treacherous in your eyes?" With a flick of her paw, she sent an empty tin can toppling down to Midnightrun's paws.

    "Pull with your front legs and then beat with your hindlegs. Alternate between the two," Hollowsong mewed as she demonstrated.


    ooc: I'm trying to teach something akin to breaststroke but it's hard to describe :)

    Larkwing noticed a pretty she-cat pad in the sight. She looked friendly enough. Getting up and shaking stray flakes of snow off of her, she went over to Silkfur. "Hi there."

    Hollowsong shrugged. "How ought I to know? I may think that I am cruel or that I am not cruel but when it comes down to it, it is only the opinions of others. When one is insane, he thinks that he is fine and it is everyone else who has lost their minds. To others though, that cat is simply off his rocker. So you tell me, am I carrying the stench of the cruel heartless ways of the clan which you speak of with such disdain?"


    " why hello " she purred smiling, finally a cat to talk to! " how are you this cold night? "


    loomingshadow and cherryblossum padded in from dark clan, cherryblossum had white fur while loomingshadow had black, but the sisters both had violet tinted eyes, they sat together talking about whatever pops into there heads. meanwhile rusttail and amberpelt padded in, both sisters and calico's but amberpelts fur seemed to blend in more. behind them came silverheart and his apprentice goldpaw, siting quietly together not far off


    "To be honest, I am chilled to the bone!" Larkwing shivered. "I have never been able to handle LeafBare very well. I hope you are faring better than I."

    Hollowsong sneered as she uprooted herself from her spot. A worthy-looking warrior had just entered.


    'And a WindClanner,' the ShadowClan cat snickered. 'Even better...' Though she wasn't one to hold grudges, the chances of starting a battle were higher if her opponent had a reason to fight. She sneaked up behind Glaciergaze.


    ----


    "I'm f-from RiverClan," Larkwing responded good-naturedly although her voice shook from the cold.

    ooc: Thanks :) Yours is pretty good as well.


    "You speak as if you carry a burden--your tone is not happy as many of the naive apprentices in ShadowClan nor is it as intimidating like some the loners who wander through our land try to be." Hollowsong's ears flicked as a distant memory, repressed by time, began to surface. "It is melancholy and a hint of bitterness seeps into your voice. As well, you came here with your claws unsheathed, a sign of bloodlust. And yet you have not attacked me."


    ooc: Half-way throughout the speech, I forgot what I wanted my character to say (and it was going to be so epic too! >:() so I feel like I just started to ramble. :'( :-\ ::) :D :)

    Hollowsong stood still, pondering for a moment. "I am not quite sure now that you ask me that. Why, a few moments ago, I was ready to tear apart the next cat who approached. But you seem decent and not so mouse-brained as the others. You can actually hold a deep meaningful conversation without completely destroying the mood by running off after a squirrel or something of the sort." Her mind briefly flickered to her memory of one of her silly clanmates. She was so daft, chasing after the most insignificant creatures. "I may belong to ShadowClan but I have no obligation to be kind towards those in my clan. And you, who carry the scent (however mild) of ShadowClan, seem to have a similar disposition."

    Hollowsong started at his tone. He had taken a 180degree turn in terms of personality. His eyes now held a relentless darkness in them. It was a look she knew well. Thoughts began to bubble up in her conscience. Something had happened when she was a mere kit entering apprenticeship...


    But she quickly brushed the thought away when she spotted the glint of Midnightrun's claws. They had been released and unsheathed.

    "Wow, violent much?" Briarclaw muttered to herself as she overheard Rouge swear at Shadowhunt.


    ---


    Larkwing giggled. "The prey's decent. I mean, it's not like fish can hibernate or migrate, right?"


    "Mind your tongue," she snapped at the cat Larkwing, "I'll rip you apart too if you continue to speak to me in such tones."


    ooc: It was my other cat Briarclaw that was speaking about you.


    Briarclaw glared. "You know, you should be minding your own tongue! Why should I respect you if you do not do the same to me? It is a Gathering and at the least, you could use some common courtesy!"


    ooc: Not sure if you were referring to Briarclaw but if you were, she's not an apprentice.


    Briarclaw jumped out of the way. "If I recall, I was only speaking to myself. It was you who decided to butt into my self-conversation. And there's no need to swear every sentence."

    ooc: Oops, sorry I thought you were attacking me


    ic: "Well, that kind of behaviour certainly isn't appreciated at places like Gatherings. Just because you're the leader of some feared clan doesn't mean a thing! Do you see any other leader attacking random cats? You're not setting a decent example for others," Briarclaw preached.

    "Excuse me?" Briarclaw glared up at the taller cat. "Can't you tell that fighting--and killing--is forbidden at Gatherings? Do you not know the meaning of peace?"