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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on May 29, 2008 22:30:18 GMT -5
Fadingsteps kept his eyes on his leader, bristling slightly as she became surrounded by others. He moved closer, trying to keep her in his sights, though doing so was difficult because of the multitude of furry bodies seeming to gather around her, blocking him. Fadingsteps heard her faint call and bounded to the rock, sitting just under it in the place of her deputy. me! he reminded himself smartly, smiling a bit at this. Straightening, a slight chill went through him as he looked around him, picking out WillowClan's medicine cat. It seemed strange to him that he should be nervous of Icefire. For some reason though, no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, telling himself it was nothing, he couldn't help being wary around him, something just wasn't quite right about that small tom.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on May 30, 2008 10:52:55 GMT -5
((Hidden, um...you do know that Wolf is in WillowClan, don't you?))
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on May 30, 2008 10:57:28 GMT -5
[[He is? -gasp- You should tell us these things, kid.]]
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Post by Hidden on May 30, 2008 17:41:18 GMT -5
((No, I didn't know. That's why I didn't have her actually say anything. Oh well, Mintleaf's pretty out of it.
And Hazel, this is the first Gathering (the Clans broke up, and recently reformed with new names), so Hazelsplash wouldn't know Violet from the last Gathering. But she might know her from somewhere else.))
Violetlight glanced up at Mintleaf, who now stood atop the Great Rock. She seemed to be trying to get the Gathering moving. The silver tabby turned back to Plaguestar and Spectrumfire, sneaking a few glances at the MireClan leader. She wanted him to go away, so she could talk to him alone!
The gray she-cat heard a voice behind her, and turned around sharply. Who was it this time? She bit back her snappy comment when she recognized the cat. It was a StreamClan warrior she had seen from the border once. It was lucky for her that she had said her name, because Violetlight wouldn't have remembered it. The name Hazelpaw did ring a bell. So now she was Hazelsplash. "Oh, hello," she said, trying to keep her irritation out of her voice. "Congrats on becoming a warrior!" Why won't they all just leave us alone?!
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Post by j a y d e . & on May 30, 2008 21:17:56 GMT -5
let's change our lock this night is all we've got drive fast until we crash this dead end life the wind slipped gently over the emerald leaves, a caress over the tips of fur that rippled the tops of the grass. the ginger tom bounded into the hollow, his pawsteps silent against the young growth underfoot. the sky in his eyes, he scanned the crowd of cats, some rail thin, up to some of massive proportions. the wind touched the tips of his ears, almost of a silent reminded of his new duties. vastflame sighed, a deep, throaty sigh that rippled along his ginger flanks. he strolled into the center of the clearing, ears perked. cats of all shapes and sizes were around him, talking, laughing, existing. a viel of darkness sheilded his eyes, which had taken on an opaque feel for the time being. figuring he should find the rest of the leaders, vastflame thought of the faces. a broad yet handsome tabby face, with narrow slits of sky for eyes. brown tabby stripes lancing over his face. plaguestar. he quickly scanned the clearing for the wiry tabby, locating him as quick as lightning. his ginger ear twitching, vastflame bounded over to him. respectfully, he dipped his head. my apologies. jadestar was not clear with directions.
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Post by h a z e l ! on May 31, 2008 9:51:44 GMT -5
"You look a little irritated." Hazelsplash pointed out bluntly. If was often known that this little dappled she-cat could read feelings easily. Of course, she was no psychic, but she noticed the little things, like tightness in the limbs or the stillness of the tail, even flashes the eyes might betray. But this was only part of Hazelsplash's complex soul. She was short-tempered, and eager to learn and...Well you get the picture. She gazed at Violetlight, not replying to the congratulatory greeting. Instead, hazelsplash stood stock-still, her leaf green eyes boring into Violetlight, as if trying to see why she seemed so agitated. "Well I suppose I'll see you around then." She mewed brightly after a moment. It was none of my business anyway, she thought to herself. With a wave of her long tail, Hazelsplash began to stare into the crowd, looking a bit overwhelmed.
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Post by angels.to.demons on May 31, 2008 15:15:26 GMT -5
Glancing around uncertainly, Kitsune, a ginger patch in the dusky shadows, crept forward, ears flattened against her skull. Although she was positive the Clans would not welcome a loner here, she had not come for the purpose of distraction or taunting. She had come to say hello and goodbye to her family .. once and for all. The young ginger fae had been born to former MarshClan warrior Spectrumfire and former ValleyClan queen Violetlight, along with Icefire and Silverlight. She was the only one not given a warrior's name, perhaps because of her diverse nature, but then again, she'd never had any interest in the Clans' tales her parents and aunts often told, whether in good or bad tone. Now that the four Clans had reunited, and Icefire's intentions had been clear as they had been kits, Kitsune knew her destiny. Her pyrokinetic powers were weak, as of now; if she trained harder, she knew she could harness them. And alone, she could not fight. She needed help .. and for a challenge, the water-logged army of cats, StreamClan, could use a warrior, no? Yes, Kitsune wanted to join the Clans of water. It would help her control her pyrokinesis, and she'd be called on with honor along the way. She was versatile; she would be able to adapt easily. However, this meant she would never be able to look upon Spectrumfire, Violetlight, or Silverlight with affection again. Weaving delicately and with much grace throughout the slender bodies of the territory-perfumed toms and she-cats of the four Clans, the young ginger queen spotted the two warriors she'd been scouting; her gleaming dark forest-shadowed eyes fell upon a muscular tom with long, rainbowed tabby fur and her own eyes as well as a beautiful, slender femme with a smooth, sleek silver garment and unwavering orchid eyes. Approaching them respectfully, she backed away when she caught the scent of her parents' new -- and old -- homes. Spectrumfire smelled of the mud and rain of the swamps in MireClan, while Violetlight's coat carried the many hues of the valleys, the fresh scent of moor grass clinging to her fur. While she, herself, smelled of StreamClan, simply because their family's home had been positioned in the Twisted River, one of their territories. Sighing regretfully, Kitsune dipped her head and politely called to her parents, Mama, Papa! How are you doing? It's been awhile since I've seen you! Sitting on her haunches and curling her band of brilliant ginger around her plush paws, she continued, How are you liking the Clans? She was almost afraid of how Spectrumfire and Violetlight would regard her differently. If they did .. would she be hurt? Although she wasn't exceptionally close to either of the cats, they were her parents, and she did love them and secretly miss them.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Jun 1, 2008 12:55:04 GMT -5
Coalclaw was late and he knew that but in truth he wasn't too worried about being late to a Gathering. It wasn't like he'd been late before, of course he was younger in those days and she-cats posed of much more interest then. He moved slowly, but silently to the base of the Great Rock. His golden orbs still held much of the awe and excitement as when he first came to the gathering with his dear Sister and with his honored Father. They'd been, when thinks they he means Ravenpaw and himself, bounding far head of their Father but staying well behind their leader. When they first broke through the bracken it had been a wonderful moment! All the new scents of cats they'd never met. The leaders sat perched a top the Great Rock looking very regal and slightly imposing. With a chuckle he shook his head and turned his gaze slightly upward to the new leaders. Young he thought looking over each one of them, a flash of golden turned to each one. We shall see what these new leaders can do! he told himself, now looking upon the cats that surrounded. Calculating, always calculating...
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With a low snarl, Robinheart pushed passed the black tom with strange eyes. She growled and stormed her way back to Baypaw who was still talking with the young tom. She gave them each a short, curt nod. What a- she began to think but with a shake of her head the thought was gone. I am Robinheart of MireClan. My leader is Plaguestar. My best friend is Baypaw, also of Mireclan. I am a warrior and she is an apprentice. I am no loner Asphodel, that cat is dead she told herself several times over, her breathing slightly uneven. She dug her claws into the soft ground to keep herself from springing forward and clawing out Mintleaf's green eyes...
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Wolf let a hoarse laugh as the she-cat brushed by, her face contorted with anger and spite. Again he found his way to the fringes of the crowd, but still thought it funny that a little she-cat like the tabby and like his so-called "leader" would duel to the death. And for what? he asked himself, his odd-eyes searching for the two she-cats. One, with grey pelt and unmistakable green eyes was perched upon the Great Rock like a monarch at their throne. And the pretty little she-cat, her darker eyes and two-toned pelt were somewhere among the throng of other cats. He did not bother trying to find her...
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Jun 2, 2008 12:54:49 GMT -5
show your face as i erase the traces Plaguestar shrugged, snapping out of his hate-fuelled reveries. Leaping onto the Great Rock, he positioned himself carefully away from Mintleaf. He motioned with his head for Vastflame to follow his example. of all that came before me and you know that "Jadestar may not have been clear, Vastflame, but you should've been more timely." The tabby said quietly, sitting and curling his tail around his feet. This was the last place he wanted to be, but be here he must. fate has turned its tides, you cannot hide ---------- girl, you lived your life like a sleeping sword Black fur mixed with a rainbow of others. Eyes more yellow than green watched the crowd with an expression of curiousity. If one dared to look deeper than that initial feeling, they would find that the expression was not curiousity, but disgust, animosity even. A smile played around the she-cat's maw. the time has come to go deeper Blackrose was young for a warrior, true. But her skills in battle were unparalled by any others of her age set. She nodded in a polite, even friendly, manner to the other cats around her. Some would call her strange, wicked even, because of her unorthodox upbringing. She wasn't from this region, but from near the Twoleg settlement. She was raised on tales not of StarClan, but of the gods and goddesses the humans worshipped. Once, she'd even been named for one: the Nymph, an oft-mischievous spirit. Not that mischievous even came close to describing Blackrose. Girl, your final journey's just begun With a small smirk that one could easily mistake for a friendly smile, she crossed the crowd and stopped near her two clanmates, a dark-pelted tom named Darkpaw, and a large grey femme called Baypaw. Blackrose had to admit, the two were good, through and through. Unlike her. But she did not admire them; hardly! She disliked them a good deal. They were silly, heads filled with thoughts of redemption and happiness. Didn't they know life was more than just that? But she daren't voice that. Instead, she meowed, quite cheerily, "Good evening, you two. It's our first Gathering, isn't it?" your destiny chose the weapon []
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Post by Shattered on Jun 3, 2008 20:11:33 GMT -5
[Can we get the actual Gathering started sometime soon? Shatteredsky is pretty much dying over here with nothing to do.]
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Jun 3, 2008 20:30:29 GMT -5
ooc//ya...my charries too.....
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Post by j a y d e . & on Jun 4, 2008 10:53:57 GMT -5
ooc; yea, pretty much. oh, hey, a nickel...
she said don't change your mind ;et's leave this town behind we'll race right off the cliff they will remember this it all got so mundane with you i'm back again just take me by the hand we're close to the edge
Vastflame followed the amber-coloured tom up the rock, easily leaping to the flat surface of the stone. He nodded solemnly at the tom's further comment. The crimson tom turned his head took look out on the mass of cats. He spotted a few from his Clan, and countless other whom he did not recognize. Sighing, Vastflame turned back to Plaguestar. But of course. He answered politely. So, where is the other leader? Vastflame shook his ginger coat out and curled his tail behind his forepaws as he tried to make small talk. The moon broke through the trees and spread liquid silver patches over the bodies of the felines. A light breeze sent a flurry of light sliding over Vastflame's ginger coat. He coughed and moved his forepaw out of the light. His sky-colored eyes, luminous in the light, he studied the other leader curiously. She had a smooth, pale gray pelt and icy green eyes. But something about the look in her eyes made Vastflame wonder.
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Jun 4, 2008 11:06:44 GMT -5
[[indeed. i had another evil idea, too, jaida, foxx. see the closed discussion board for 'tails.]]
because of you, anxiety has paralyzed me!
Plaguestar shrugged as he faced the gingery young tom beside him. "Crimsonstar? He's down there, see?" He chuckled darkly. "Looks like he's got some romantic troubles with yon ginger queen." The creme-and-dark brown tabby allowed himself a smile. It was nice, talking to Vastflame. But, inside, Plaguestar knew that a friendship with the young tom, or any of the other leaders, was impossible, implausable. Plaguestar was best on his own, after all.
i will stand alone. yes, i will stand alone!
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Post by angels.to.demons on Jun 4, 2008 13:33:14 GMT -5
Snapping his head up, Crimsonstar sent an agitated glance Plaguestar's way, before turning back to Demon with a dull stare. Demon .. Smiling slightly at her offer, he shrugged in thought. If you really want to, come to my den after the Gathering. You know where GorgeClan is .. don't you? Leaping away from her, he scrambled back up the hill, though he was pained to turn away from the ginger female he loved -- even now. Sitting further away than even Plaguestar was, he shot a miserable glance their way. What kind of a leader was he, wanting to carry on romantically with a loner? Although Demon had volunteered to join GorgeClan, he didn't want her to be miserable. She didn't seem like the Clan warrior type. What if he dragged her into GorgeClan, and she turned out to be a poor warrior? Would his Clan blame him for it? Sighing and deciding not to ponder it now, he meowed, Who wants to go first? I think I'll wait awhile.
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Post by [don't]fear[the]reaper on Jun 4, 2008 13:45:17 GMT -5
but now I'm all smiles
Plaguestar smiled at Crimsonstar, feeling a little sorry for the tom. Pity, that he should have such romantic troubles, especially now! That she-cat had the looks, and attitude, of a loner. Perhaps Crimsonstar felt torn between duty and love? He could understand that. Not that Plaguestar had ever had any experience with 'love'.
these good little shocks must be working
"I'll go," he volunteered, stepping forward. "MireClan, the Clan of the northern swamps, thrives." He put emphasis on the last word, as though to remind his fellows of his strength.
i'm so happy now
"We have five apprentices: Darkpaw, Mirrorpaw, Sunpaw, Applepaw, and Baypaw." He nodded to each apprentice in turn. "We have Spectrumfire as deputy, and Shatteredsky as medicine cat. Our warriors, Robinheart and Blackrose, are strong as well." He smiled as his blue eyes swept over his Clan. "We are strong, and prey is plentiful in our territory."
look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking
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