Full Moon [o1/11/o9]

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So, it's Twisted Loyalty's first official gathering! Lets make it a good one.

Okay, this is how it's going to work. As below, there is a list with each clan name. This will show what cats are attending the gathering for what clan. Now, if you're a moderator, you can probably edit the names if you play a leader. If not, just post them here, in your intro post with your leader, and I will add them.

Example:
Ravenstar padded into the hollow of four trees, following him as Thunderclan's representatives were Duskfang, Dappledleaf, Crowpaw, Owlfeather, Thrushfoot, Wolfspirit, Blackpaw, and Dawnpaw. He could be proud of these loyal cats, and they were represent his clan well.

Then I would add all of the cats to this post. It's pretty simple, and I'm not sure if that was necessary, but if you have any questions, give me a shout!

Leaders, if you want you may make a post at camp telling what cats are going, and make your exit. Or you can simple post here, it's up to you. Warriors, please don't post if your name was not mentioned by the leaders, or your clan leader had yet to arrive.

Example:
I will not post with Hazepaw and Quickpaw if Windclan, or Morningstar, had yet to arrive.

And I will not post with Nightpaw if he was not invited by Treestar to come to the gathering.

Make sense?

The clans:

Thunderclan:
Treestar, Blizzardshard, Poppyfire, Lostpaw, Shiningheart, Emberpool, Flamepelt, Ravenwing, Russetstorm, Fogpaw, Frostpaw and Hazelpaw.

Shadowclan:
Onestar, Addertooth, Nettlepaw, Oakstripe, Blackrose, Cinderblaze, Dawnwing, Maskpaw, Windpaw and Hopepaw.

Riverclan:
Rushingstar, Fadingstorm, Brindlesky, Ashstorm, Ripplestream, Bloodclaw,
Seapaw, Cloverpaw, Spiderpaw


Windclan:

[♠ Spade ♠]

Onestar crouched at the edge of the Thunderpath, his vibrant amber eyes flashing in the dark. The light of the full moon turned the large leader's white fur to silver and he stood still for a moment as he waited for his Clan to gather behind him. He'd chosen to bring Addertooth, of course. He couldn't imagine a gathering without his deputy. The medicine cat had opted to stay with Foxtail and her newborn kits just in case and had sent Nettlepaw in their place. That covered Onestar's deputy and medicine cat. As far as warriors and apprentices went, he had Oakstripe, Blackrose and her apprentice Maskpaw, Cinderblaze and his apprentice Windpaw, Dawnwing and his own apprentice, Hopepaw. He'd made sure to choose apprentices whose mentors were accompanying them. Judging from the experience he had, apprentices tended to be on their better behavior if they knew their mentors were watching them.

After everyone was accounted for on the edge of the Thunderpath, Onestar dove down into the tunnel that lead underneath. He popped up on the other side a moment later and streaked along the edge of ThunderClan territory until he came to the rise at the top of the hollow of Fourtrees. He looked down into the clearing to find it empty. Satisfaction flared up in his chest to know that ShadowClan was the first Clan to arrive. The moon shone brightly, giving more then enough light to watch his Clanmates catch up before waving his tail as a signal to head down into the clearing.

He bounded down the slight slope. Without breaking stride, he reached the large rock in the center of the clearing and jumped to the top with an effortless leap. He paced around the top of the large rock keeping his eyes on the places where the three other Clans would appear. The white leader both loved and hated gatherings. The amount of cats was exciting, but sometimes the other leaders really got under his fur. He was interested to see how this gathering would go.

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((We aren't mods of this board so we can't edit the post :3
Also I'm just going to say that the gathering is like...a day after Foxtail had her kits if that's alright > > ))

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____________________________Don't let the Nettle sting the Paw .!

Medicine Cat Apprentice of Shadowclan .!____________________________

The great white leader came to a halt Nettlepaw not far from his heels. The large tabby tom narrowed his amber orbs in impatience, glancing over his shoulders. Why wait for them? It they're too slow to care and get lost, so what? Their loss. The medicine cat apprentice thought grumpily. He wasn't particularly fond of gatherings, you always got those annoyingly hyper apprentices bounding up to you and asking stupid questions. Or those senior warriors that are constantly on the watch, and you step a paw out of line and they're all 'back in my day...!'

Snorting, the tom pressed the thought aside. He was probably just antsy to get it all out of the way. When Onestar drove on once again, Nettlepaw let the leader take the lead into the tunnel, followed by the deputy, Addertooth, before Nettlepaw drove in after them. The tunnel was hard and cold under his pads, but the rough material wasn't as harsh on the paws as it would have been, as he was used to the floor of pine needles in their territory. For a few heart beats, Nettlepaw was driven into darkness, but the moonlight light up ahead was close by, he followed it, silhouetting the forms of the leader and deputy as many paws drummed in his ears.

The emerged on the other side of the Thunderpath, it's stench just as rank. Nettlepaw glanced up at the rising moon, washing it's glow over the forest and the clans below. But Onestar was quick, and he drove the clan forward at a brisk pace, Nettlepaw streaked after his leader. The foul smell of the Thunderpath began to fade, and was gone almost completely by the time they reached the hollow.

Shadowclan was first to arrive, proving just how strong they were. Nettlepaw grinned, plummeting into the hollow, the four mighty trees towering over the heads of the Shadowclan warriors. Placing himself near the edge of the clearing, Nettlepaw rasped a pink tongue over his chest in hopes to wash some of the clingy stench of Thunderpath from his tabby pelt. Amber eyes narrowed in the semi-lit clearing. It was only a matter of time now.

|| ooc; || Yeah, I figured that. ^^ So I fixed it, should all be good now. =D And of course that's alright. =]

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Small, rounded ears twitched a top her small head as the semi-long furred apprentice peered ahead into the darkness, her ever present, signature scowl on her face. One wouldn't guess Windpaw was excited about this. Her first gathering she'd physically attend, but fact of it was that Windpaw had been mention at the last gathering by her fellow apprentices. Windpaw's sour attitude had already touched bases with the other clans. Tonight they'd met the frequent gossip of the ShadowClan apprentices in person. And Windpaw could not wait. She knew the peace treaty set by StarClan, but that didn't mean she could throw a couple of words around. No way was she going to let a night of peace soften her in any bit. Cinderblaze's ever present gaze on her back told her he was watching her closely, even though she had opted to stay beside him regardless. He didn't trust her, even though they both knew she knew better than to misbehave unless she wanted a lot of extra chores tomorrow. Not that that had ever stopped her before. 'He doesn't trust me and that he shouldn't,'

[/b] she growled to herself, claws digging into hard asphalt beneath her paws as they streaked together across the ThunderPath.

Windpaw, ever fearless, showed no sign of fear or cautiousness as she should when regarding the ThunderPath. Her fierce amber eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the tunnel beneath the path, a grin plastering her face as she turned to the nearest apprentice and gave a slight hiss of warning when they brushed to close to her. She was in rare form tonight, as she also showed, when they stopped, by roughly pushing past Nettlepaw who had stopped just in front of her. Clearly showing she was in a rather foul mood tonight, Windpaw opted for the wiser choice. She quickly found a spot under the great FourTrees and sat down, head low, angry, fierce eyes staring at those around her. No socializing tonight if she could help it. No one, not even her mentor, could tell if Windpaw's bad mood was a good or bad thing. Good because she'd avoid making trouble with the other clans, bad because...well, her earlier reactions to her fellow clanmates was enough proof of how bad it could be. She had enough common sense to not threaten her clanmates in from of the other clans, but what about on the way back? A pent up Windpaw was NOT pretty.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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>>This.was.pointless. Dawnwing had wanted to stay, but Onestar had picked her...she dared not have ANOTHER outburst and cause herself more trouble. No. Today, Dawnwing was keeping it cool and collected...the perfect lie. As the she cat walked through the tunnel, thoughts of the other clans ran in her head. I'm sure idiotic Thunderclan will be next. Bunch of lazy forest walkers She rolled her scary magenta eyes and appeared out of the dark black tunnel.

>>She closed her mouth to ignore the stench of the thunderpath and followed behind the angry apprentice Windpaw. She liked the cat, as much as she hated to admit it. But she did. She had spunk, determination. She reminded Dawnwing of something...of..a FRACTION of herself a long time ago. Maybe even less angry, in a way. And yet...not. It made Dawnwing's head hurt and she growled to herself. Keep it cool, keep it light. No one suspects anything. As they neared Fourtrees, Dawnwing looked at the cats around her. Nettlepaw was his usual twerpish self. No brainer on THAT one. Cinderblaze was keeping a close eye at Windpaw and Maskpaw walked just behind her. "Oh great. Another gathering." Dawnwing turned to see Maskpaw growling like a bear. Dawnwing stared at him a moment and looked away. Behind her, Maskpaw rolled his large ice blue eyes. "How are you today, Dawnwing?" The tom's voice was careful....not in a nice way. She didn't move but kept walking. "Like all the others in this darned forest, you seem unable to comprehend that I am a cat. The same as any other. Don't give me special treatment. Got that, apprentice?"

[/b][/color] The tom's ears flicked backwards at the eerie calm of her voice. Every right minded cat in the clan knew to be scared when she used that voice. The tom but on a cool face and rolled his eyes. "Don't worry....I-I won't."[/color] He said lamely. Dawnwing wanted his slash his annoying blue eyes off his dark brown face. She felt a tingling in her paws but ignored it.

>>Onestar hopped onto the rock and Dawnwing sat down, about 20 cat tails away from that apprentice, Windpaw. She glanced over at Windpaw's mentor and sat up like any other warriors, piercing magenta eyes scanning all who came in. [/color][/size][/blockquote]

>> "Oh come ON, Tree! You know I'm capable of going to the gathering!!" Her voice said in irritation. Treestar's tail flicked the grown behind him in hidden irritation. He'd never show it, however. "Sparrowsong. Think rationally, here." He flicked his ears as he spoke. "Your leg has been acting up lately and if a cat was her bump you the wrong way...you'd be in great pain. Don't be a kit." His grey-blue eyes softened. "Besides. I need someone to keep an eye on Tigerpaw" Sparrowsong glanced over at the apprentice and rolled her single green eye. "Ha, your right, AS usual brother." He patted her shoulders with is tail. "Of course." His eyes gleamed with unheard laughter. "Be safe, we'll be back soon" The tom got up and walked towards the highrock. "Yeah yeah....I'm not a kit.." He heard his sister murmur as she limped away slowly. Treestar rolled his own eyes and chuckled. His sister...what was he going to do with her?!

>>Treestar's whiskers twitched at the memory from only alittle earlier. Sparrowsong was such an independent cat...her injury had not only handicapped her but also broke some shackles. She wouldn't be such a wild child anymore. It had matured her, made her more...Sparrowsong. Does that even make an inclicling of sense? Treestar thought to himself as he walked up the hill. Fourtrees was just ahead..
As the tom looked down he blinked slowly. Shadowclan has arrived. That was unexpected..they weren't usually first. Treestar ignored the thought and looked back at his warriors. There had not been to many problems, but he sensed some of his warriors were restless on the clear greenleaf night. He scanned through the cats around him. Of course, Blizzardshard stood directly cady corner from him. He moved his eyes past him and counted the other clan. His moody but helpful medicine cat Poppyfire, her quiet and kind apprentice Lostpaw. The warriors and apprentices were: bright Shiningheart, Emberpool, Flamepelt, Ravenwing, Russetstorm, Fogpaw, his own apprentice Hazelpaw and last but certainly not least, Frostpaw. He made sure everyone was accounted for and nodded to his deputy, a silent message in his blue grey eyes. Keep them settled. They seemed to announce. He tom's mouth opened. "Keep your cool tonight..." He murmured. Most likely only the cats next to him could hear. With that, Treestar flicked his tail and briskly padded down the hill.

>>He could hear the pawsteps of his clan behind him. Treestar's long tail swept the ground once or twice as they neared the bottom of the ravine. He walked past a Shadowclan apprentice with interesting looking fur and body type and let his clan disperse behind him. The tom stopped a moment to wait for Blizzardshard and leaned over. "Keep an eye out for Frostpaw and that Shadowclan apprentice....over there"

The tom barely flicked his tail towards the scowling little she cat. If he knew, Frostpaw and she could butt heads...either that or try to take over the whole gathering. Either way, he knew his deputy could handle it.

>>He nodded once and jumped up onto the rock, blinking at the Shadowclan and Thunderclan cats below him. The tom sat down next to Onestar and dipped his head. "Greetings Onestar"[/color] He said politely, looking out to the cats.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

Notes: FINALLY! A good post!! YAY!
Muse: average!! finally!!!
Listening To: One is the loneliest number....or whatever it's called.: ?
Word Count: 1045

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Firm and strong shoulders silohetted against the blanketed night surroundings, two burning yellow/green orbs glowed like lightning as a grown tom made his way across the hard-paved ThunderPath.

Of course, with Oakstripe, his long belly fur dragged over it, and to his dislike, made him smell even more like the horrible oily path. He followed behind his clan-mates, ears perked up in alertness, and tail low.

His twin sister, Foxtail had finally had her kits, and to Oakstripe's relife, they were okay, and so was Foxtail. It had been worrying him for moons, that his sister would have some sort of fit about having kits, and also, what if she got hurt when she finally kitted? But of course, Oakstripe's worry had gone to waste, Foxtail and kits, three lovely new-borns she proudly named; Leafkit, Littlekit, and Dusk-kit.
It was a great moment in history for Oakstripe to see his twin have her kits, he was proud of her, and knew she would make a fine mother. A stubborn one, probably the type who always fretted over her kits twenty-four seven, but a good one none the least.

Pads on soft earth now, Oakstripe was relieved to see that they were across the strench. The tom padded beside the she-cat he had grown quite fond on, Blackrose. It was nice that Onestar had invited both him and her along. The tom had grown quite close to her, she was a cool she-cat, and hoped to get to know her better. He wasn't sure if he meant that in a love sort of way, or just a good friend perspective.

Either paw, Oakstripe enjoyed her company.

Picking up the pace, the russet warrior streaked along the terrain with his clan-mate's footing in tune with his own. He scented the air and scented the familar oaks and gathering spot. His paws tingled with anticipation as they made their way through the tunnel, now padding on the sacred grounds, the four great oaks standing tall as SkyClan.

Tail twitching, Oakstripe glanced around, already knowing that ShadowClan were the first there.
awesome. He thought with a content flick of his ear as he slowed his pace and went on when Onestar gave the signal. He was rather in a good mood, but a thought deep in the back of his mind bothered him.

The other day, when he had been out with Blackrose, he had layed paw on WindClan territory. A silly rabbit had treked it's paws onto ShadowClan, and he was mouse-brained enough to fall for it's tricks. He had chased it to the other side of the border, the WindClan side it probably had come from, and caught it. He was anxious to find out tonight if the WindClan cats would know about the foolish ShadowClan tresspasser. He was sure that some cat would know...but would they just accuse all of ShadowClan, or pick out the russet furred tom they had scented? Probably the worst choice would be all of ShadowClan, he didn't want the clan he grew up in to be accused for his wrong-doings, and worst of all, he kept it a secret. He hadn't told anyone that he had stolen a rabbit from WindClan, the only other cat in ShadowClan that knew of his misfourtune, was the black she-cat a few tail-lengths away; Blackrose.

Oakstripe knew she wouldn't tell, he trusted her, atleast enough to say he did.
Paws found their way to a silent area near a shrub, as the tom settled down to wait for the other clans to arrive, fur smooth and well groomed as he stared sightlessly into the night air, watching the shadows beyond.

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The young apprentice Frostpaw of ThunderClan made her way through the crowd of other clan mates toward the front. Her blue gaze locked intently on the setting ahead. This was her FIRST ever gathering, and she was so pumped! But somehow, her pumpness wasn't as all powered up as she would like it to be. Sadly, DOPEYSTAR left her siblings back at camp. Her dear sister Tigerpaw, and her boring, yet cool brother, Pantherpaw. She was upset with her leader to do that to her. She had NO idea why he had just singled out her alone.

pfh, probably to ease his worry. One baddy is easier to keep an eye on then two. She thought, eyes glowing as the moon-light bathed down onto her soft long fur. Her paws bounded her up ahead, and she stood off to the sides, she looked to see Treestar's tail flick ever so lightly, and she was off.

She speeded down the incline with careful and procise steps, her tail fluffted out like a fox's as she landed with a soft thud onto the leafy ground below. She let out a purr of contentment as she stared around the huge area, eyes huge as she spotted the mightly oaks, and by them, stood a huge white cat with the amberist eyes Frostpaw had ever seen!

As she breathed in, the she-cat apprentice caught the scent of ShadowClan.
woahh! ShadowClan! She she-cat thought, paws itching to go meet some. Unlike other cats, she wasn't disgusted by the other clan's smell, she acutually...liked it.
heh heh, now this is a scent I could get used too...they smell devious and sneaky....like me! Frostpaw thought, a toothy grin appearing on her maw.
Eyes blazing to start her expiditions, the snowy angel she-cat prepared to bound away,but paused as she caught sight of a feline she did not know of. Her eyes peered over and she recognized a small ShadowClan she-cat, with a long coat like hers. Frostpaw could tell that this she-cat wasn't in a rather good mood, just by the way she was crouched there.
wow, I can scent her hostile like I can scent a badger behind! Frostpaw thought, smirking at the she-cat, eyes showing kindness. She was sending two signals. One of politeness, and one of mock. It was a weird mixture, but Frostpaw could pull it off.

The ThunderClan apprentice feld sad for the poor she-cat, ShadowClan must be a rough clan to live in. NOTT! The ShadowClan cats probably were all like that. Which, of course, Frostpaw didn't mind too much, but it was kinda annoying. To come to a gaterhing, and to see a cat like that, not looking friendly at all, and not in the least wanting to even greet other cats from the clans.

peeee-thetic. The frosty she-cat thought, tail flicking as she shrugged, mostly to herself, and padded off into another direction, not wanting to ruin the cat's scowl-fest.
now let me see.....I wonder if there's any loser around for me to pick on... Frostpaw thought, eyes glowing in michef. She knew their was a truce, she wasn't going to go as far as starting a fight, but just a mesely game of trick-or-treat.

hehe! That's a nice name to call it...I wonder if it's original? I wouldn't want any other cats around taking a name I thought up all on my own. Frostpaw though, surprising herself with the clever game. Trick-or-Treat. yeahhhh

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progress; done
muse; wee
Word Count; 1242
notes good post! yay! I'll bring in Rushingstar next post. =3

[♠ Spade ♠]

The white leader scented the approaching Clan a moment before the tabby leader, Treestar, lead his Clan down into the clearing. The tip of his tail gave an irritated twitch and he had to remind himself about the truce. He also had to remind himself that no matter how much he disliked ThunderClan, as a leader, he would have to be cordial.

Amber eyes were fixed on the ThunderClan group as they all streamed into the clearing and he glanced up as Treestar jumped up.

Greetings Onestar, the ThunderClan leader greeted. Onestar dipped his head in a polite nod. "Treestar," he mumbled the greeting and looked over the two Clans that had already gathered. His eyes rested on Windpaw for a moment and he gave a sigh. StarClan, please let her behave, he prayed silently as he sat down to wait for RiverClan and WindClan to arrive.

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Blackrose kept by Oakstripe throughout most of the journey from camp. She enjoyed spending time with her new friend, but she had to stay where she could keep an eye on Maskpaw as well. This was the first time she'd escorted him to a gathering and she wasn't sure how he'd handle meeting the other Clans. Maskpaw was her first apprentice, so naturally he was the first of her apprentices she'd attended a gathering with.

She watched him go speak with Dawnwing and sighed. Bad choice, kid, she sighed mentally land went to intervene. She left Oakstripe for a moment and trotted over to her apprentice, coming between him and the magenta eyed warrior and steering him slightly towards where ThunderClan was. "Maskpaw, when the meeting starts, come find and sit with me. For now why don't you go introduce yourself to some ThunderClan apprentices?" she suggested. She lingered for a moment before leaving the younger tom and going back to sit beside the russet colored tom she'd walked with before.

She sighed and lay down, crossing her paws daintily in front of her. "Well this promises to be interesting," she mumbled to Oakstripe without looking at him. She didn't say anything, but she guessed that, like her, he was also hoping that WindClan hadn't found his scent on their territory.

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Poppyfire followed Treestar, flanking him on the opposite side of the deputy. She glanced back over her shoulder every so often to make sure Lostpaw was keeping up alright. It seemed like forever before they finally reached the clearing and Treestar brought the Clan into the clearing. Her tan eyes narrowed slightly when she noticed a Clan there before them. The distinctive white fur on the cat on top of the Great Rock told her it was ShadowClan. Automatically, she looked for the medicine cats first. She only saw Nettlepaw and began wondering where his mentor was.

She flicked her tail signaling for Lostpaw to follow her as she approached the large tabby apprentice. "Greetings, Nettlepaw!" she called, offering a friendly smile. "How is the prey running in ShadowClan? Where is your mentor?" she asked. She was completely comfortable talking to the ShadowClan apprentice. One of the nice things about being a medicine cat was, when it came to other medicine cats, there was almost no such thing as Clan boundaries.

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((Woo! That was fun!))

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____________________________Don't let the Nettle sting the Paw .!

Medicine Cat Apprentice of Shadowclan .!____________________________

The moon kept it's descend into the sky higher yet. It's pale wash soffucating as it poured into the clearing and the forest below. The clearing crawled with movement, the shapes of felines slithering about in the shadows. Nettlepaw, however, payed little attention, as it was all his clan mates. Better than annoying apprentices, I suppose. The large tabby thought in semi-cheerfulness.

Thunderclan was scented before they were seen. And as the Thunderclanner's poured into the hollow, amber eyes lifted less than enthusiastically to greet them. Snorting, Nettlepaw watched Treestar bound toward the high rock to greet Onestar. After that, Nettlepaw went back to grooming. "Greetings, Nettlepaw!" It was inevitable, Nettlepaw was a medicine cat, set to mingle with other medicine cats of his kind.

Raising his eyes once again, they met form of Poppyfrost and her apprentice. Giving his head a slight dip in greetings, the medicine cat apprentice of Shadowclan shrugged. "Foxtail just had get kits. My mentor thought it'd be best to stay back at camp and make sure they were all good." Nettlepaw replied casually. "And Thunderclan?"

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Amber eyes glared at any passing by cat that so much as looked at her. Oh, how she just wanted to be at in her nest, curled up and sound asleep. The previous Gathering had left Windpaw able to sleep inside the apprentice den. Most the of the time, the young Turkish Van she-cat chose to stay awake until everyone was asleep and just sleep outside near the den. Just being by the other apprentices annoyed her. And speaking of other apprentices...Windpaw bristled as the eyes of a ThunderClan apprentice found her. The white she-cat was larger than Windpaw, but Windpaw had muscles most toms her age would dream of. She flexed these muscles as Frostpaw stared at her for a long time. The kindness threw her for a loop, although she didn't dare let it show. Most ShadowClan either hated her or disliked her. Only Onestar, Ambergaze, Cinderblaze, and the medicine cat of ShadowClan ever really liked her...and that was the old her, before Snowfoot died. Can't forget Dawnwing there, though. Frostpaw did in fact intrigued Windpaw though. And to the surprise of the members of ShadowClan, who had been prepared for a rotten, moody Windpaw to sit by herself the whole night, Windpaw stood and looked dead at Frostpaw, even as she walked away. Russet tail twitching, it could only mean one thing. And a bad thing. Windpaw was planning something. But instead of heading straight to Frostpaw, Windpaw picked up her tiny, muscular body, and pointedly trotted over to Dawnwing.

Although one would call it a weird relationship, seeing as Windpaw never really called Dawnwing by her real name and always a normally insulting name that Dawnwing would, surprisingly not snarl at, their relationship was solid. Good or bad, Dawnwing was the only thing keeping Windpaw sane right now even if she herself wasn't. And though they themselves had no idea when they exactly became 'friends' neither would admit it that they enjoyed each others company. Alike and different, they fit each other like puzzle pieces that some times needed a few good smacks to work together. Windpaw smirked evilly as she snuck up behind Dawnwing. "Hey, Pinky. Who's that?" She asked casually, russet ears tilting in Frostpaw's direction, although one would know Windpaw was up to no good. Treestar had been right, though it looks like his second guess between the two was rearing its ugly head first. Windpaw looked dead into Dawnwing's eyes. Although she jokingly teased her about her eyes, Windpaw had admitted long ago she liked them. Very much. They were different like her. Though she'd never admit it again.

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Clear-blue eyes blinked as the cats in front of him took shape. The ghostly white tom always stood out in the dark, though his pale silver markings always seemed to break up his outline, leaving him looking literally like a ball of fog traveling at night from a distance. Fogpaw's pelt shined bright in the moonlight and if his clanmates didn't know the older, nocturnal brother of 'The Three' as well as they did, they'd think he'd gotten all donned up for this meeting. But since most of Fogpaw's lessons took place in darkness or nights for healthy related issues, Fogpaw rarely got as dirty as most apprentices. Fogpaw had only missed one Gathering in his three moons as an apprentice. Sootpaw had said he'd cover up for Fogpaw when a prank went wrong. Fogpaw was stupid to trust him for it. That had been when they were 6 moons old, brand new apprentices. They had to watch as Echopaw went without them to the Gathering. The next three, including this one, had not been missed, so Fogpaw was a regular face at Gatherings, just like Echopaw, although his dark colored brother was not with them this evening. Echopaw had been left behind to 'take care of' Sootpaw while they went to the Gathering. Or at least...watch Sootpaw since he'd gone without a prank for a whole week. His next one was bound to be particularly...attention-getting. And while Echopaw was upset about his 'record' being broken, he'd stayed behind because he'd asked, strangely enough. Fogpaw was actually very scared to return home. Would Sootpaw have yet another welt on his head from Echopaw? Fogpaw shook his ghostly head, clear eyes disappearing as he sighed.

Fogpaw shook himself as he stepped into the moonlight, his thick muscles rippling beneath his pelt. He smiled softly, friendly, yet reserved as always. Treestar could always count on the youngest and eldest of 'The Three' to represent ThunderClan well. Fogpaw and Echopaw conversed well with the other clans, although Fogpaw not nearly as much. One could already see a slight wavering in 'crossing Clan lines', as he put it, in the young tom. Just like they could see he was going to be large and strong, even for a ThunderClanner. Fogpaw's long tail trailed behind him as he stopped beside Hazelpaw. Although she was a bit a nuisance, Fogpaw held a respectable relationship with nearly all the apprentices in the clan. It was enough to where he'd be able to make small talk. Although they still avoided him enough to consider him a freak. He gave a soft smile at his leader's apprentice. "Show time I guess." He rolled his massive shoulders before his eyes found a familiar face among ShadowClan and he padded over to greet them. He always found it easier to talk with older members of other clans, simply because they didn't know in his own clan, Fogpaw was a semi-outcast. He nodded his head to Nettlepaw in friendly greeting as he passed, though offered no words. He did this to nearly all the ShadowClan cats, a seemingly expert at mingling while also being his barely talkative self. He'd be a wonderful warrior one day with a level head on his shoulders. A brain clearly sharp enough to not put it past the other clans to break the code, but also not past his own. Fogpaw stopped as he saw a long-haired, small ShadowClan apprentice talking with a black warrior he'd seen before here. He stared at the young apprentice for a moment, gave Dawnwing a greeting nod, before returning to his own clan, sitting next to his ginger colored mentor, Flamepelt. "Strange WindClan weren't here first. They normally are...or at least the last two times I came," he whispered, merely because he felt bored with himself and eyes on him, particularly the eyes of Windpaw, who was staring intently, having caught sight of Fogpaw's own eyes and strange pelt. ShadowClan had always been his least favorite clan, but Fogpaw was a good sport and flashed a soft smile at the apprentice who cringed away with a loud hiss. Fogpaw winced, noticing the hiss carried far across the clearing as Windpaw whispered something to Dawnwing.

[flamey]

When The World Ends, I'll Still Be Fighting.
~Flamepelt

The moon was full, making the four massive trees shine silver. Two leaders already sat on the boulder known as the Great Rock, two clans conversing in shallow dip in the ground. Flamepelt, a Thunderclan warrior, sat next to a couple of warriors, their pelts shrouded in darkness and their scents conflicting with the scents of others. Though he couldn't make out who they were, the tabby tom was still friendly towards them, as was the custom of the Gathering. He looked around, his blue eyes glowing silver as he searched for the pelt's of the two missing leaders, Riverclan and Windclan.

Word Count: 105
Muse: Dead
Notes: WOOT! I'm At The First Gathering!*High Fives Flamepelt*