GATHERING 9/30

[SARCASM]

EAGLESTAR!
ALL THE ROADS WE HAVE TO WALK ARE WINDING
AND ALL THE LIGHTS THAT LIGHT THE WAY ARE BLINDING

* * *

Eaglestar's familiar ginger and white pelt became visible against the night, the ivory patches on her fur standing out in the light of the full moon. Behind her walked her Clan- or at least, the cats that were in fit enough shape to attend the Gathering alongside their leader. But something was different about this night, or at least, it was at the moment. The clearing around her, with its four trees clustered in the center, was empty. They must have been the first to arrive, she decided. "It looks like we're early," she called back to her Clan, but this didn't stop her.

The ginger and white she-cat walked nimbly through the clearing, her Clan forgotten for the moment. The moonlight reflected her pelt, and she couldn't help but thank StarClan for picking the full moon for the Gathering. The night was beautiful, but if it weren't for the Gathering, most of her Clan would be asleep, and would be missing this glorious apparition. Eaglestar stopped, standing frozen still in a patch of light where Fourtrees didn't cover the night, and closed her eyes. The breeze was cool, but not chilly. The weather was perfect for a Gathering, and the night was cloudless. Eaglestar may have not been a girly she-cat, but she appreciated beauty just as much as the next RiverClan cat.

After holding this position for a few moments, Eaglestar reopened her eyes and padded towards the Great Rock. In a heartbeat, she had leaped onto the rock with ease. She took her place on the tip of the large, weathered boulder and stared out at the night sky. She could hear a couple apprentices from her Clan murmuring- it was their first Gathering, and they had no idea that a RiverClan cat could jump onto the tall, intimidating rock so easily. She had to admit, it had taken some practice, and she still couldn't jump more than a few tail-lengths high, though the apprentices didn't need to know that. Shoving the thought aside, Eaglestar cast her gaze out over her Clan as she waited for more cats to show up.

WORDS! 377
NOTES! Eaglestar likes nighttime 8D
MUSE! Awesome possum ^^

[{ THE CREEP }]

W I L D S T A R

leader—male

The moon was high in the sky by the time Wildstar set off with his warriors and apprentices in tow. They crossed the Thunderpath tunnel swiftly, as if they weren't crossing the Thunderpath at all. The tunnel was one of the few things Wildstar appreciated in his territory. It provided quick travel time and was useful for possible attacks on Windclan and Thunderclan.

Wildstar wasn't the most fond of Gatherings. He liked that Shadowclan was interacting in some ways with the other clans, but he knew some cats could be stupid and let things slip. Of course, Shadowclan wasn't hiding anything at the moment, but there was always the possibility. And it irked him because of that.

Secrecy was something he held dear.

He could smell Riverclan before he saw them as his clan arrived. He glanced around, noting the other two clans weren't there yet. Which would be the last? Which would they have to wait on?

He spoke a few hellos, gave a nod or two, but otherwise remained silent as his clan dispersed in the sea of Riverclan. He removed himself from the crowd, leaping at the rock towering over the cats below. He settled on his haunches. Eaglestar sat nearby, her ginger spots standing out in the white of her fur. He tilted his head toward her.

He gave a nod, probably the third of the night. He spoke, his deep tone smooth and monotone. "Good evening, Eaglestar."

S W I F T P A W

apprentice—female

Perhaps the strongest thing in Swiftpaw's history was when she found out about her mother. The sting of grief still touched her heart, but she also felt a half-full emptiness. Poppytail had been a good mother, maybe not to herself, but she had good intentions. She provided Swiftpaw with what she could, and for that Swiftpaw was grateful.

She stayed her distance from Yarrowtail, not straying far from her mentor, Chillpool. He was her father by blood, but otherwise had no relation to her. That stung even worse than the grief of her mother. To think that her father was too busy to care for her and hated her for her appearance. It was sickening and cruel, but most of all, it hurt.

He was no father of hers. She loved him to an extent, but could she really call him her father? She searched for this answer as Shadowclan followed the path to the Gathering. The answer, she found, was always no.

Riverclan cats always smelt fishy to her, she noticed as Shadowclan entered the Fourtrees. She hadn't confirmed whether or not this was the appropriate scent for them, but the scent reminded her of frogs. Her mouth watered at the thought of a frog. She hadn't ate anything before she left, so her stomach was decidedly empty.

By the time Shadowclan was merged with Riverclan, Swiftpaw had found her spot somewhat far from the Great Rock and the mass crowd of warriors and apprentices. It was unlike her, but a part of her shied away from the crowd. She felt perfectly fine in the back, unnoticed by the other warriors and apprentices.

If only she could override her need to be secluded.

[CHASTA]

** froststar

The scent of RiverClan and ShadowClan filled Froststar's nose as she neared the Fourtrees. Within a few heartbeats. she led her way to the clearing, with her clan following close to her. Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight and saw Eaglestar and Wildstar sitting not far from each other. She pulled away from her clan mates as they began to socialize with the other clans before the Gathering. She saw Wildstar say something to Eaglestar, but ignored it. Bounding swiftly up, she chose a branch that was just under Eaglestar. She sat up straight and wrapped her tail over her paws. Her fierce eyes examined the cats below, and saw all of them socializing.

A faint breeze blew, and the sky was clearer than ever. The moon shone nice and bright, and Froststar had yet to say anything to the other leaders. I wonder where ThunderClan is... thought the pretty grey tabby. Looking over at Wildstar and Eaglestar, she dipped her head respectfully to the leaders, acknowledging them. Time still passed, and ThunderClan still had yet to show. "ThunderClan is late." stated Froststar. There was little emotion in her voice when she spoke. Looking down at the clans, she noticed some were getting restless, and this made Froststar's ear twitch.

[SUPERSTITION`♫]

Riverclan was the first to arrive on the night of the Gathering. This would be the second Gathering with Dewstep as the official medicine cat. She was still nervous because she had yet to finish her training before her mentor had died. Since the death of the previous medicine cat --Sparrowtail, Dewstep has had to fill in the position of medicine cat, but because her training had not been completed, Sparrowtail comes to her in dreams and visions to help gently guide her along the right path. She has tried to be her best to her Clan, and with Eaglestar's support, she has gained some respect for her knowledge and profound skills. As RiverClan came across the clearing, Dewstep took her place beside the Great Rock.

She had nothing to report this Gathering, but she knew that ThunderClan had a new leader since Berrystar had died violently and that he had not chosen a deputy yet. This went against what Starclan had taught them. A deputy must be in place before moonhigh the night that a deputy either dies or is appointed leader. She sighed, as ShadowClan arrived and mingled with her clanmates, some unfriendly glances being shared, but no one had forgotten the truce. She nodded to Wildstar out of respect.

When WindClan arrived, she nodded to Froststar and perked her ears. ThunderClan shouldn't be this late. Was something wrong?

WC:230

There was indeed something wrong with ThunderClan, but it was minor, thank StarClan! An apprentice had sprained her paw on the way to the Gathering and needed an escort back to camp. See? Nothing major. As the escort arrived back at the Owl Tree, they started off for the short trip to Fourtrees. Stormstar had only been leader for a few weeks, but hadn't been to a Gathering as leader of ThunderClan. He shivered as he walked, not because of the chill, but because of his nervousness.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure his apprentice was keeping up well with the others. He smiled to himself, knowing that his apprentice was the only one to have a leader as a mentor at the time. None of the other leaders had recently reported apprentices, and none had been named as mentors.

He looked back at one other cat in particular: Dovefeather. He had just appointed her deputy two days ago, and was thrilled to have her as his right hand in the Clan. They had been friends for a long time, and now they ran the Clan, just like they had talked about doing since they were apprentices. Of course, every apprentice dreams of becoming leader, deputy, or the best fighter ThunderClan has ever seen, but their dreams had come true.

When he reached the edge of the clearing, he barely paused as he flicked his tail to signal the rest of the Clan not to stop this time. He ran down the incline to the clearing, where the other three Clans were already there. He didn't even break stride as he jumped up to the Great Rock. He nodded to the other leaders. "My apologies. An apprentice needed an escort back because of an injury." He turned to face the Clans. "Let all cats gather beneath StarClan for a Gathering." He stepped back, letting other Clan leaders go first. He wanted Dovefeather's announcement to wait, as there would be chanting, at least from his Clan.

WC:336

Total WC:565

[KATEY !]

NIGHTEYES;;

After not attending the previous gathering due to a leg injury, Nighteyes was quite happy when she padded up to the fourtrees. The young black she-cat kept her eyes on Eaglestar as she lept up on to the Great Rock, and then at the young apprentices as they watched. She couldn't help but be amused. After all, she had once been an apprentice, unable to imagine anyone able to jump up on to that. She had long since grow accustomed to it.

The dark furred she-cat sat down beside her siblings, chatting between themselves as the other Clans slowly poured in. RiverClan had been first, of course, followed by ShadowClan and then WindClan, with ThunderClan coming in last. They reported a problem with an apprentice causing their lateness. Of course, they would need their excuses to take their precious time getting to the one time a moon they all had to meet together.

Now the gathering was to start, and Nighteyes gazed up at the sky as she prepared for the leaders to start their announcements - who was a new warrior, what kits had turned six months, new deputies and all the wonderful other news. Now, Nighteyes couldn't really be bothered with it, but she wouldn't let them know that. After a minute of having her eyes in the stars, Nighteyes gazed back down at the four cats holding their place as leaders up on the Great Rock.

Word Count: 238

[CHASTA]

** froststar

Froststar glanced down as ThunderClan entered the clearing. She watched as Stormstar bounded up without breaking stride and say, "My apologies. An apprentice needed an escort back because of an injury." Curiosity crept over Froststar and she wonder who the cat was, and what type of injury, but she knew better than to ask. Froststar knew that Stormstar was a fairly new leader, so being late on a Gathering must be somewhat stressful on him. Froststar merely flicked her ears in understanding, and watched him call forth the Gathering. It seemed like it would be a long night.

There was a slight pause, so Froststar decided to go first. Stepping forward, she looked at each of the clans before she started. "Prey is running well with WindClan. A fox was spotted a few days ago, but it has driven out of the territory. It shouldn't bother any of the Clans." pausing she thought for a bit. She wondered if any of the other clans knew that she had lost a life, not that it mattered. "Twolegs have also been sighted on our territory but they have not bothered us." Stepping back, she sat and waited for another leader to speak.

[TØRN]

Dovefeather *

She'd been to many gatherings in her short lifetime, and they were always the same. Generally held at night, the four clans merging peacefully, their different scents intertwining with each other to produce an odd musty, fishy, woodsy tang. The leaders spoke about their clans, and then everyone went home. But this one? This gathering tonight would be different in a couple of ways. ThunderClan had a new leader: Stormstar. The fluffy tom had been appointed just a couple of weeks ago. And then there was the new deputy of the clan- her. Dovefeather twitched a velvety ear, smiling.

Just two nights ago, Stormstar had announced his decision and named her as his deputy. She had expected it to an extent, as the two had been close friends during their apprentice training and into their warrior lives. But she had also figured that he would want someone more experienced at his shoulder than she. She had promised to serve her clan well as long as StarClan would allow. The itching in her paws hadn't stopped, as she was ready for her new duties to begin.

She followed closely at Stormstar's side, their long coats brushing against each other every few steps. In the darkness, the moon shone down on her silvery-gray pelt, illuminating it. he fur along her shoulders bristled as she caught wind of the other clans. ThunderClan was the last to join them. Parting her jaws, she drank in the scents, trying to guess who had showed up before the reached the top of the hill. At her leader's signal, the ThunderClanners raced down the slope into the clearly to join the other three clans. Dovefeather watched the tom leap upon the great rock, and flicked her fluffy tail for the warriors to disperse into the mix of other cats. She took a seat near the front of the group, waiting for the meeting to begin.

Snowpaw *

I wonder who will be here.. Snowpaw's mind had been buzzing with many different thoughts. This was his first gathering, and he was indeed a bit nervous. He hardly knew anyone from the other clans and was a bit afraid of what would happen. He'd heard stories as a kit about fights that broke out beneath the stars, and how StarClan had called the gathering to an end. As he raced behind his leader, his ears twitched slightly. His white coat looked silver under the moon light, and a slight breeze filtered through the long hairs.

Snowpaw followed the others cats into the clearing, watching as his mentor and ThunderClan's leader, Stormstar, took a seat with the other three leaders. He paused, standing still as he swept his gaze over the crowd, searching for someone he might recognize. The scents of the four clans invaded his mouth and nostrils, a bit overwhelming. His gaze flitted over a black she-cat who looked a little irritated, and then a white and ginger cat that he thought could be RiverClan's medicine cat. Sighing, Snowpaw noticed that most of the warriors looked irritated or worried, realizing that his clan had been late.

He spotted a female apprentice near the back of the crowd who smelled of ShadowClan. Shrugging to himself, he padded quickly over to her. "Hi! I'm Snowpaw, can I sit here?" He looked hopeful, and flicked his fluffy tail. Then he heard Stormstar's call for the gathering to begin and decided to sit down anyway.

[{ THE CREEP }]

W I L D S T A R

leader—male

Wildstar had little relationship with the other clan leaders. It wasn't anyone's fault; the leaders didn't often come to their borders to chat about their prey or daily incidents. Wildstar didn't care about it though. Perhaps a more open, friendly leader might, but not him. They were all acquaintances with each other, ready to be enemies if the need arises.

Froststar arrived, Windclan immersing themselves in the wave of warriors and apprentices. "Thunderclan is late," she said, her voice close to his own monotone. It took some time, enough for Wildstar to become curious himself. Where was Thunderclan?

The answer came soon enough. Stormstar, the new leader of Thunderclan, led his clan through the mass of cats before joining the other leaders, his apologies and injury excuse coming forth. Wildstar payed to mind to it. Looks like everyone is here, he thought. Stormstar wasted no time, saying, "Let all cats gather beneath Starclan for a Gathering."

Froststar went first, her chilly voice announcing the minuscule events of Windclan. As she stepped back, Wildstar took the chance and stepped forward. "Shadowclan has enough prey. There have been no disturbances from the Two-legs or any trace of the fox Windclan has faced." Once done, he took his previous position.

All was going well, and hopefully everything else would go well. Starclan know he'd loathe to leave the Gathering early from an angry Starclan.

S W I F T P A W

apprentice—female

Swiftpaw was a sensible she-cat, of that she was certain. She knew she had to be the perfect cat, the perfect friend, the perfect apprentice. But sometimes it was so difficult. A part of her yearned to shed her front and be herself. But, who was she? She was sensible and a friendly she-cat. She was afraid of toms, and was caring. Everything she should be, yet it felt false. She felt false. She was not real.

"Hi! I'm Snowpaw, can I sit here?"

She didn't notice him until he spoke. Just my luck, she thought sullenly, wanting to jump from her spot and find one near females. She flicked her tail, forcing herself to appear easygoing. "Sure. I'm Swiftpaw. Nice to meet you, Snowpaw."

He smelt of the clan across the Thunderpath. He stood out next to her, his fur ivory against her tawny and bark brown. He seemed nice enough, but Swiftpaw felt the creeping caution and anxiety. Swallowing, she muffled it. There was no place to run, no place to hide. She had to brave out the storm.

"So how is your training going?" she asked, voice smooth and friendly despite her feelings. "Mine is going fine, I hope yours is."

It was simple enough. Quite decent questions, if not a bit average. Something a good cat would ask and say. At least she could maintain her front with males. It was extremely difficult, but she somehow managed to do it.

[KATEY !]

NIGHTEYES;;

Nighteyes shifted slightly, allowing herself a better view of the leaders as they spoke. They went on and on about typical things that
didn't really affect her - WindClan ran a fox out and saw twolegs, and ShadowClan was entirely normal. She noticed something different, however. ThunderClan had a new leader, much to her surprise. Nighteyes wasn't exactly one to care for other Clans and their problems, so she hadn't really known that their previous leader was gone. It was just trivial information that didn't really affect her.

Seeing they had a new leader made her wonder - who was appointed deputy? It was a natural curiousity she always got when she saw something new. Who were they? What were they like - would they be entirely loyal or would the warrior code end up broken? Would they support driving someone else out? The last question in her head went a little too far. No one would be driving anyone out besides rogues any time soon. Hopefully.

It wasn't Nighteyes' usual thing, to stay alone at a Gathering, but she hadn't yet seen anyone worth approaching. Hopefully someone good would appear eventually - she was starting to get bored sitting there. Despite being perfectly fine on her own, Nighteyes was a social cat, and this period of having no one to talk to wasn't exactly her favorite thing going on.

Word Count: 227

[SARCASM]

EAGLESTAR!
ALL THE ROADS WE HAVE TO WALK ARE WINDING
AND ALL THE LIGHTS THAT LIGHT THE WAY ARE BLINDING

* * *

Eaglestar nodded curtly at Wildstar's greeting. "Good evening, Wildstar." She replied back, politely, but not without some trace of coldness. ShadowClan was a secretive Clan, and Eaglestar knew better than to get too involved with its members. Interaction at the Gathering was curt and polite, but there was no small talk exchanged. At least, not from her. She was unsure whether her warriors associated with the enemy Clan or not, but the Gathering held a truce, and who was she to deny them the right to speak with the other Clans?

The ginger and white she-cat sat in silence as WindClan arrived, noting that ThunderClan was late. She wasn't surprised by this- they weren't the most punctual of cats to begin with, and they had a bad reputation for dealing with kittypets and rogues. Along with the constant rivalry over Sunningrocks, there were few reasons for a RiverClan cat to think anything more of a ThunderClan cat than as an enemy. Eaglestar waited in silence for a few more minutes, enjoying the moonlight on her fur, when Stormstar's familiar shape bounded up the Great Rock. He was obviously in a hurry, she noted. "Late again, Stormstar?" Eaglestar flicked an ear, her words critical and cynical.

She allowed the other leaders to go first- WindClan and ShadowClan shared their news quickly and uneventfully. It seemed the past moon had been good to all the Clans, except for the unfortunate death of a leader or two. Eaglestar stifled a cold laugh of amusement. She wasn't a cruel cat, but it seemed almost ironic, that the leaders had died so close in time. Her Clan had even lost its medicine cat, and she believed others had lost their fair share of cats as well. Ever since SkyClan- she winced at the thought- had been driven out, several cats had died. It was purely coincidence, she knew, but it was still interesting nonetheless.

A sudden silence alerted Eaglestar, and she realized that both of the speaking leaders had gone quiet. She let her gaze flick to Stormstar momentarily, but remembering their unfortunate meeting at Sunningrocks, decided to step forward and share RiverClan's news. She swallowed down a nervousness that hadn't been there a moment before- this was only her second time standing on the Great Rock, and it was her first time as a leader. She looked out over the Clans, and began to speak.

"RiverClan has had a few-" she paused, her eyes shifting from cat to cat. "unfortunate deaths, since the last Gathering. As most of you know, Graystar is dead." Eaglestar once again paused, expecting to hear a few gasps or surprised murmurs. When she heard only silence, the ginger and white she-cat blinked curiously. News must travel fast in the Clans. "Fish have been swimming, and RiverClan has plenty of prey, and plenty of healthy warriors to catch it." She hesitated, unsure of how to end her speech. "We're managing quite well this greenleaf, but we don't plan to let our guards down on patrols." She turned to Stormstar at this, hoping he got the message. She would not surrender Sunningrocks anytime soon.

WORDS! 519
NOTES! Too much muse o__o
MUSE! Lots and lots

JAYFLIGHT!
JEALOUSY, TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA
SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES
CHOKING ON YOUR ALIBIS

* * *

Jayflight arrived a few minutes behind the rest of his Clan, and by the time he had shown up, Eaglestar had already started speaking. He looked from leader to leader, and judged that most of them had already shared their news and were just waiting for the Gathering to be over. The black tom's eyes narrowed considerably as they scanned over his Clan.

He had been hanging behind on purpose, though he would never admit it. For a while, he had counted the beat of his pawsteps as they occurred. Step... step... step. step. Step... step... step. step. His injured leg, though healed, had left him with a considerably noticeable limp, which accounted for his odd pace. Of course, this would have slowed him down anyways. But he had chosen to stay further back from his Clan, for the sole reason of her.

She was a fluffy ginger she-cat and his former lover, Squirrelleap. She was the reason he was a medicine cat, and not a struggling warrior. She was the reason he had stopped believing in love. She was the reason he had become a murderer. Yet despite all of this, he still felt possessive over her. She was his, and he had proved that in the killing of Rabbitstep. Of course, Jayflight was a medicine cat- he had never had a malicious personality to begin with. As a kit, he had grown up with a twisted view of love, though. His father had not loved his mother, and vice versa. In fact, after Jayflight and his sister were conceived, Stormcloud and Squirrelleap had grown rather close. She was a flirty yet timid she-cat, and not bothered by the age of anyone she took a liking to. That was why she had later courted Stormcloud's son.

But that had all ended when she met Rabbitstep, a spunky young tom and a new warrior, Dapplepelt's mentor after her former one had died. Jayflight had hated him. He had stolen his would-be mate, and his sister- Dapplepelt had grown to be friends with her young new mentor. And when Rabbitstep developed a cough bad enough to keep him in the medicine cat's den for a few days, the medicine cat had jumped at the opportunity. Just a little while later, the Clan was mourning the loss of a brave young cat, and Jayflight was watching Squirrelleap in secret. Do you like that, Squirrelleap?

Ever since, Jayflight had been watching her. Not following her around- simply keeping his cold, pale green eyes trained on her whenever she was near him. He was wary of her. After her mate's death, she had tried to fall back on Jayflight. But the large black tom was a medicine cat now, and Squirrelleap was off limits. And his logical, cynical mind refused to wander in unfamiliar territory- he didn't dare consider a what-might-have-been scenario. It would only drive him crazy after a while.

Jayflight took a seat at the very edge of the Gathering clearing, watching as Eaglestar finished her Clan's news. Graystar had died, she noted. Thank you, deputy obvious. The RiverClan leader was sickly and weak. So weak that Eaglestripe had come in his place to the last Gathering. He had lost his last live sometime since then, and she now stood on the Great Rock representing her Clan- RiverClan. Jayflight scowled slightly at that thought. RiverClan cats always smelled like fish and spoiled prey. He would never be able to accept the other Clan, despite the shared border between WindClan and RiverClan. They were unnatural. WindClan was not.

So Jayflight sat apart from everyone else, watching the Gathering with the familiar cold gaze that he had adopted in his many moons as a medicine cat.

WORDS! 616
NOTES! Lots of muse o__o
MUSE! Too much muse! Shoot me nowww!

[SUPERSTITION`♫]

Ignoring Eaglestar's rude remark, Stormstar stood by as the other leaders shared their news. WindClan had driven off a fox. He would have to make sure that the patrols were keeping an eye out for foxes, on the off chance that it would stray into their territory. He grimaced as the fox was mentioned, remembering Berrystar's violent death. She had had so much to live for. Her Clan, her family, her future kits, and.. well.. Stormstar, Stormsky at the time, needed her. He would never admit that he was in love with her, yet it was still there, like a huge gaping hole in his heart. He had begun to fill that hole with more patrols and training his apprentice, Snowpaw. He glanced down at his apprentice, and noticed him talking to a ShadowClan apprentice. He might ask later what they conversed about.

He listened patiently as Froststar, then Wildstar, reported their Clan's business, all of which was standard. He closed his eyes for a moment, finding his center, as Eaglestar reported deaths in Riverclan, described as unfortunate. He knew all too well that Graystar was dead. He had exchanged words at Sunningrocks - from his side of the border - with Eaglestar about a new deputy, but it still looked as if she had not chosen one, which was typical of an inexperienced leader. Taking too much time was worse than making a split decision. It left too much room for error and for something else to happen before the decision is made.

When Eaglestar made the comment about Sunningrocks, he simply whispered in her ear as she sat, "We wouldn't expect anything different." He didn't wait for her to say anything back, but stepped forward and held his tail high, as he had joyous news to share. "ThunderClan is faring well this greenleaf. Prey is running well, and apprentices are moving along in their training." He glanced around for one cat in particular, before continuing. He nodded in her direction. "I have appointed Dovefeather as my new deputy. She will serve her Clan well." ThunderClan, joined by a few others, chanted her name. Stormstar waited until they had ceased before finishing up. "If there is no other news to report, then this Gathering is over."


WC: 375

Dewstep sat beside Great Rock, listening to the leaders ramble. She glanced up at Eaglestar when the fox was mentioned. The last thing that RiverClan needed was a fox loose in the territory. They would reinforce the nursery, at the very least. She noticed that Stormstar looked upset, and then remembered that the previous leader of ThunderClan had died because of a fox attack. She understood, with her own fear of foxes, just like almost every cat in the Clans.

Dewstep looked over at at the rest of the medicine cats, noticing Jayflight's scathing stare. She followed his gaze to a pretty ginger she-cat. She wondered what had happened between the two. His glare was like fire, burning straight into the cat's skull. If only looks could kill! She shuddered, and thanked StarClan she wasn't on the receiving end of the glare. She looked away from Jayflight, as his gaze was drifting closer to her, and she didn't want to get caught in that net. She somehow had the feeling that something had happened with Jayflight involved. She wouldn't try to look into it.

Looking back up to Great Rock, she listened to Wildstar, Eaglestar, and Stormstar report. Nothing really important, unless a new deputy counted. Deputies were supposed to be chosen before moonhigh the day after the deputy either dies or is moved up to leader. ThunderClan had clearly broken that sacred rule. She secretly wondered if StarClan approved of the new deputy, Dovefeather. She pushed the thought away as Stormstar asked if there was any other news to be reported. She glanced around before looking up at Eaglestar. She was ready for her warm nest made of reeds and feathers.

WC: 281

[~ CHILLIE]

Chillpool;;

Don't ya know I'm not your ghost anymore;;
You lost the love, I loved the most.

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The young, Shadowclan Deputy was sitting at the bottom of the large oak. Her gaze swept through the clans as she also listened to what her leader and the other leaders had to say. She flicked her pure white tail, staring at every single cat that moved. She would glare at almost every cat that would make a sound. She was very alert during gatherings and wanted everyone to be quiet.. but the leaders of course. She didn't want any foxes coming in, which hasn't happened ever.. or not that she knew of. She had only been deputy for a short while.

Chillpool let out one quiet sigh, continuing to listen to the leaders of each clan. Her ears perked at a rustle but she shrugged, knowing that just another cat had touched a bush and made it rustle. She curled her tail back around her paws, her calm gaze looked over the cats once more before her eyes went blank as she listened. She didn't do anything but sit in the place she had been sitting the whole time she had been here, at the gathering. Her ears pinned against her head as a chilling breeze came toward her, ruffling her fur a little. Her face only showed blankness at the time, only a small smile was showing on her muzzle.

[SARCASM]

And all the Clans returned to their camps.

This Gathering is officially closed.