Full Moon: September 7th

[Wishclaw]

Her mood had lifted, indeed, she was a little happier and also excited to be here, but worry still filled her beating heart, with each pulse a thought of something bad came to mind, but was quickly swept away.

Wishclaw had not cleaned her pelt before coming, and, now was better than never. Did she really want to be so dirty so close to Starclan? With a plop she sat on the ground, assuming a complex feline yoga postion, then begain to clean between her toes.

[Bovine]

Brindlepaw was excited to be at the Gathering once more....All the clans seemed to be there....all but DuskClan...would there be more trouble? Was StarClan going to be angry? She then noticed Loveless, seeming very much lonely without his apprentice....they were normally inseperable. She dicided that it would be best to try to make him feel a bit better, he was one of her closer friends in StoneClan and it pained her to see a friend saddened. See? She was self-centered most of the time...but she had a good heart. Brindlepaw padded up to the tom, rubbing her head against his, purring.
Come on Loveless, perk up, this is a social event...yeh cant sit in a corner like a moping kit the whole time.
She flicked her tail, tapping his ear, doing a hop-skip, dancing to a silent tune. She looked over her shoulder and smiled to him before she approached Blindsong, the Queen...Brindlepaw had already found herself getting to be fond of the pregnant she-cat.
Hi Blindsong! How's it goin'?
She brushed her head against the Queen's side softly and noticed that there were a few TreeClan cats there as well, and nodded a mischievious greeting to them.

[icekit]

occ: sorry I just had a birthday and everything was hectic so I'll post now.

Icepaw looked up at Dragonpelt,

"Yeah I'm an apprentice! I had to wait forever though after Whisperstar disappeared. I'm so excited I can't wait to see what she'll teach me I hope I get to see the territory tomorrow that would be awesome!"

Icepaw continued to smile and nodded her head to Snowstripe,

"Congratulations are you to have kits soon?"

[Shadow Spirit]

OOC: Sorry if it gets confusing, I'll try to reply to every cat in turn. Just remember Lillystar=purple Shadowstreak=Black Dragonpelt=Green

Lillystar gave a gasp of surprise when she had listened to Featherstar's answer.

"Boneclan...sounds frightening...do you think they would try to harm our clans?!" she whispered, worried.

Shadowstreak smiled at Icepaw and flicked her tail over the kit's ear affectionately. "I'll teach you everything I can, you'll be an amazing warrior when I'm done with you!" she told her proudly. She then turned back to Dragonpelt and his mate Snowstripe. "Yes, congratulations and are you expecting kits?" she asked excitedly, as though she'd reverrted back to Icepaw's age suddenly.

Dragonpelt grinned a little sheepishly and looked to Snowstripe for support. "I think we'd planned to discuss that once this Gathering was through..." he said, trying to prompt an answer from her.

[Featherstar]

I think they might. Featherstar said worredly. But let us not talk of such bad topics. How is MistClan coming along? Featherstar didn't want MistClan's new leader to think leadership was only filled with the horrors of enemies and upcoming battles. There were lots of positive sides to it too.

[Shadow Spirit]

Lillystar nodded, more than happy to not talk about such unsettling matters.

"Mistclan is coming along well, though the shock of losing Whisperstar was hard on them, they seem to have fully accepted me now and it makes me very glad..." she said, looking out over her cats fondly. "I apprenticed 4 kits and renewed one warrior right before attending and I think it lifted their spirits!" She was feeling proud of her cats and confident that they could rebuild the damaged clan. "Honestly...is Duskclan always this late?" Lillystar asked finally, not meaning any disrespect, but wanting to get on with the Gathering before Starclan became impatient.

[Loveless]

Brindlepaw’s sudden appearance startled the young black and white tom, and he jumped slightly in that surprise, yellow hues falling on the she-cat.

She was right, of course. He should be out there, mingling like the social cat he was; laughing and acting silly as he normally did. His tail lashed, one, hues flicking one last time in the direction of Stoneclan, and, with a subtle sigh, he rose to follow the smaller she-cat.

Ah well. He should start acting normal before his friends and companions started suspecting something. Loveless chuckled lightly at that, his orbs roaming the scene.

[Blindsong]

“Then that she may without fear.”

Blindsong purred in greeting, blind green orbs looking about. Her delicate shells of ears twitched, and then finally landed on the exact spot the she-cat was stilling.

“I can assure you that I will not bite.”

She then scented another cat, a young tom that smelled of Treeclan like the other two, and she glanced up. Her gaze didn’t fall on him, but rested a little past him – she could not tell his exact spot but knew his general direction.

“Come on up young one! The more the merrier!”

Her laugh, a soft quiet tinkle of sound, was certainly contagious, and she lightly nudged Brindlepaw as soon as the apprentice joined them.

“Quite well! After all, good company is always appreciated!”

[Chainless]

Chainless was glad to see the raise in spirits with her brother. The Stoneclan medicine cat flicked her ears once in consideration, but decided against joining the small group of Treeclan and Stoneclan cats. Her beautiful orbs wandered, settling on the Stoneclan and Mistclan group. Should she join them? No, it would be rather rude to interrupt them – as she knew none of those cats as well.

Not even her clan mates. This Gathering should be a social event; however the white she-cat did not wish to intrude upon any others’ conversation thusly.

So she remained seated near the clan leaders; the proverbial white statue.

[Onyxdart]

Onyxpelt grinned happily and walked to sit with the other two cats. She chirped a greeting at Maplepaw as he came over, and then nodded in greeting to the new Stoneclan cat who followed.

"Tis quite the merry crew we've got here," she commented happily. Maybe there was something to be said for this whole "get to know other people" thing, after all.

[Blackheart]

[Um…Giddykit. His name is Blackheart, not Darkheart. o.O]

“Not here. All the clans are under truce while we meet under Starclan’s sight.”

Blackheart stated coolly, flicking his tail in motion towards the stars winking into existence far far above the gathered felines. The large old tom blinked, keeping his eyes upon the kit, but angling his ears towards the leaders in order to keep a keen sense on what was going on.

And so far? Nothing major, except for the transaction in leader in Mistclan. A major event; yes. But not one that sent all the clans rocking in shock at the news.

[Ripplemist]

"They already did."
Ripplepaw popped out of nowhere next to her clan leader, her green eyes narrowed in thought.
"BoneClan, I mean. Before you came, a rogue she-cat came and kidnapped Honeymist and Trillium. Me, Rustpaw and Umberpaw followed them. She took us into rogue territory, and from what I heard, I think that it was a task she had to do to enter a rogue clan led by a black scarred cat with one blind eye," she mewed. The silver kit felt that it was crucial to tell the clan leaders about it; what if they started an unexpected attack on a clan?
"I think that it was a task to enter BoneClan."

[Sunpelt]

The golden warrior blinked slowly, staring at the black she-cat as she tried to make sure that her presence wouldn't be a bother. He twitched his whiskers in amusement, for he knew that, beside the shy exterior she had, inwardly she was just as fierce as any warrior in StarClan. Curling his tail around his paws, a gesture that would help to reassure the mouse-like she-cat that he would welcome her. Afterall, despite her non-clan heritage, she had proved herself a warrior worthy of StarClan's notice.

The light of StarClan revealed a movement behind the dark-pelted fae, so Sunpelt responded by sliding his neck to the side, where his amber eyes could get a clear view over Onyxpelt's shoulder. Maplepaw, an overly large TreeClan apprentice, pawed up closer to the group, his green-leaf eyes casting about in the same shy fashion as the she-cat before him. Sunpelt opened his mouth to announce the young tom's presence, only to hear Blindsong chirp happily in greeting. His mouth closed, then, a bit stunned that the queen was quick to recognize the apprentice. A new wave of respect washed over him as he looked to the queen. All the silent doubts of how she'd care for her expecting kits vanished, for the lass apparently was used to her blindness, and had adapted because of it.

Another blur of fur disappated in the corner his vision, as another apprentice, obviously still possessing her kit energy, smudged her fur within Blindsong's, mewing a very throaty greeting to the queen. Her scent was that of StoneClan's, as she turned and gave the surrounding warriors a respectful nod in greeting, though her eyes, Sunpelt noticed, betrayed a hint of kithood disaster. Sunpelt, on the other paw, gave no indication that he had seen this, though inwardly he purred with amusement, for he recognized the firey-light that glinted within them. She'll make a formidable warrior one day... the tom thought, looking about as he gathered the small crowd that was beginning to form at his paws. Once more, as he did so, the warrior noticed another StormClan warrior step his way into the vacinity. Nodding a warrior to warrior greeting, Sunpelt then introduced the TreeClan apprentice to Blindsong. "This is Maplepaw, Blackheart's apprentice. He shows great promise as a warrior," praised Sunpelt, staring at the crimson tabby head that would, one day, Sunpelt mused, be a face that every Clan cat would shiver at the thought of meeting him in battle...

[Bovine]

Brindlepaw heard the praise Sunpelt had given Maplepaw, as a challenge. She smiled playfully and faced the apprentice, tail and rump waving the the air meowing in mock ferocity. Surely StarClan would not object to a friendly playfight between apprentices?

[Doubleheart]

[ if i should die within this hour ]

Double had been sat silently, a little behind Lillystar, his blue and yellow hued eyes flicking back and forth as the cats mingled with one another, bushing tails and faces. The tom himself thought it rather.. improper.. but then again, he didn't necessarily know how things went at this Gathering, having never before attended.

He flicked a white furred ear, wrinkling his nose momentarily before returning his maw and face to an emotionless stance. He shifted his weight a little, and curled his tail around his paws, almost nervous about what was to be coming soon.

[ i have lived to die when i desire ]

[rayheart]

This was the part Rayheart was secretly dreading... The Gatherings. It wasn't that he was antisocial or anything, but being aroudn so many cats made he feel nervous and on edge. Sadly, Ray was told to come, and he was definately here for Amberstar. Still, he couldn't help feeling some anxiety over the whole thing.

Stepping lightly into the clearing, Ray spotted his new apprentice, Fishstick. For once, he seemed to be on his good behavior. It seemed the responsibility of being an apprentice was just what the excitable kit needed. With an impressed smile, the fawn-hued warrior came to sit by the little fish.

"What's up, little fish?" Ray asked warmly, using his little term of endearment for the apprentice.


Lostpaw had been timidly trailing behind Featherstar, but could not follow her to the leader's rock. He was shy by nature and had yet to really meet anyone in his Clan. With a glance around the assembled cats, the only caqt he really recognized was the one who had tried to stop him from leaving... Dragonpelt, was it?

The kit gulped nervously, but gathered up enough courage to come up to the StoneClan warrior. He was probably in a conversation with his friends, so he decided not to say anything. So there he sat, quietly near, but obviously distanced by his shyness from everyone else.

[Sabrestar]

We Are The Image Of The Invincible.

Why, welcome back the Queen of Darkness, loves, for she has survived, with twice the ammount of hate towards this pitiful thing called life.
Her growing crave for blood has heightened her senses and every so often a tongue would flicker past a row of sharpened fangs to caress her flawless black lips.
Careful now.
Like shadows they came, tainting the ground with spindley and muscular forms, stretched against the light of the full moon as they strode, glorious in all their strenght and dominance, tails waving within the slightly humid night air, mist snaking like phantoms above the grass, tickling paws.
Duskclan.
Like demons escaped from hell, their sillhouttes were framed by darkness. Forceful, impenetrable darkness, and they moved with sleek grace, ragged elegance, lead by the one and only:
Sabrestar.
Cutting the air with her icey-silver gaze enough to challenge the heartlessness of Bane himself.
For even though many of the forest cowered at his paw,
this Ebony Empress had her own share of fear inflicted.
They could go well together, no?
A pretty face to match a diabolical soul, if she even had one. The very small frame of the feline - yes, small, like an apprentice - carried herself with the air of a Queen, for she knew her place and rank at this Gathering. She was not stubborn, she was not hot-headed. She was proud, but she was not foolish.
Most of those words go along most of the time, but for this she-cat,
no.
A smirk curled at her black lips, the very right corner of her mouth curled into a smile while the other side remained slack. Her pelt was gleaming like bleeding ink, wrapped about the writhing sinew beneath the skin.
Poisoned sugar.

"Fashionably late, is what I like to call it. It is only because we have the power to break the law, that is why we do it."

Sabrestar's voice was beautiful. Smooth and silky, a purr rolling off her tongue. But there was hidden malice behind each syllable pronounced.

"Welcome the Mistress back from the depths of Hell. I have returned with new strenght."

She spoke in broken sentences and lyrics, her mind far too sophisticated, complex to speak in simple words.
Well, not really. She just loved toying with words.
She took her place near the shadowy edge of the rock in which the leaders sat, her eyes cold and unfeeling, callous. She sat near the tip, her tail lashing at the hinds of her haunches in silent acknowledgement towards the other Leaders.

"Let the Gathering commence."

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[foxyfeline]

Immortal slid through the gathered cats like water through reeds. Muscles rippled beneath an ivory and ebony pelt, glossy and soft like silk, though the muscles beneath were hard, solid, powerful. Fangs flashed in a cool greeting; gentle black pads brought forth a handsome, intriguing silent stroll.

Indeed, this was the handsome black and white tom's first Gathering, as a DuskClan member, and he found it a little strange. Nonetheless, the God was confident; he slid through the crowd with ease, allowing them to admire his silken fur, his rock-hard muscles, his confident scent.

Immortal sat on his white haunches, splotched with the lightest of darkest blacks. He gazed defiantly at all around him; there was an arrogant glimmer in his amber eyes as he purred, "Ladies, please, watch the fur."

[Bane]

Hawkclaw followed behind his leader like an obediant dog, his head lowered and his gaze fierce. He'd matured, but he still held that mischievous grin. The tortoiseshell followed behind the newcomer, Immortal. He was trouble, and so Hawkclaw had been told to keep an eye on him. And if that meant making a fool of him, Hawkclaw was happy to do so. As Sabrestar joined the other leaders, Hawkclaw mingled within the other warriors. He sent smirks in some of their directions, most of them he didn't even know. But he was followed Immortal, and would sit uncomfortably near the tom - just to let him know that nothing he did or said would get past Hawkclaw.

He heard the tom mutter something, and instantly laughed at the tom. Then he growled in warning.

"The only attention you could get is from sewer-rats... Mr. Cuddles."

He said this quite loud, just to make sure those around them heard. Just to make the tom feel embarassed. Hawkclaw raised his amber gaze up to the leaders, awaiting the announcements. He had heard rumours of a BoneClan, created by a former member of DuskClan. Hawkclaw longed to meet this tom, for he didn't fear him, more curious.[/size]

[foxyfeline]

Immortal twisted his neck to look at the mottled tortoiseshell, and he smiled. "Now, now, Fluffy, I think we're getting a little childish, are we not? Or, immature may be the word..."

The tom's silken coat rippled with rock-hard muscle; a flash of white, and a paw was raised, tinted with ebony, and two amber eyes glowed, falling into slits. His tail lifted, shook once to lift the dust from it, then it fell again, curling around his paws.

The paw had claws unsheathing slowly, their points gripped with moonlight. Starlight was in the handsome cat's fur, his eyes, his spirit. Hawkclaw was having fun musing with him. The stupid furbrain didn't realize that Immortal was a God.

A God that had powers beyond his mortal strength.

The dapple-coated tom sighed impatiently, claws sliding back into his black and white paws, before he said loudly, "I think Hawky is grumpy, aren't you, little fella? Are you sure you don't want me to tuck you in your nest with a warm mouse at your side in case you get hung'y?" His voice was cheerful, but the edge of it was like a smooth, harsh blade, and his eyes, glinting coldly, grew warm and pleasant.

"No need to be foolish, Hawketh. We're in the same Clan--or, almost--and we're to be thinking of the threats outside. I thought you were cunning; but even Gods can make mistakes."

The words slid from his tongue like ice, and his gaze became penetrated of all warmth, just cold, bleak, icy, and without any warm, friendly feeling towards the tortoiseshell. He managed to give a nod, though, of respect, before turning and disappearing into the thick throng of cats.

It was likely Hawkclaw was going to be Sabrestar's deputy; he was well respected, and very noble and loyal in the beauty's eyes. He disliked Hawkclaw strongly; and he wouldn't take orders from him for awhile.

But in this place, there are others with higher power than even I, he mused, looking up at Sabrestar, her coat glowing silvery dark in the strong midnight, And I assume if Hawkclaw is deputy, and it is my leader's will, I'll have to obey him. With...

He halted, and spit the word outloud, but in a low voice, "Respect."

Already, the mighty 'God' was learning DuskClan's way of life.