Gathering of 5/1/07

[Sunsetfire]

There are those who think
That life has nothing left to chance.
A host of holy horrors
to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings.

.x.

He flew on shining golden wings.

A streak of the golden rays of the sun, captured before falling into night’s dusky silence.

The Stealthclan leader didn’t let up his rush, even as his finally broke into the clearing.
Late. His clan was late already, but it wasn’t surprising.

Their home was hostile. Dangerous. And it had taken them some time to avoid the hazards before they could make it here.

Amber hues burned fiercely, as he swept past the other cats, easily leaping to join the other leaders. That fiery gaze flicked, nodding to Kestrel, the only one he had met.

But where was Whisperstar? Was it true, the rumor he had heard?

She was gone. The leader of the clan of his birth was no more.

“I apologize for my tardiness everyone.”

The smile was friendly, good-natured. He was not there to make enemies with the other clan leaders, oh no.

.x.

We dance on the
S t r i n g o f p o w e r s

We cannot perceive.
“The stars aren’t aligned
Or the Gods are malign.”

blame
is better to give
than receive.

[Chainrust]

<sub>Steel like gold eyes and a rusty red blur was the only thing that was seen beside the color of gold and white of his leader. Despite the age difference, in his favor, he respected and followed his leader to everything the young tom had. He was lean and fleet-footed, tail held high as he kept his head level with Sunsetfire's.

They had arrived. He slowed down as he emerged in the merge of cats, left and right. It made the young tom nervous. He was quiet and rather independent, far from social. He crept his way between all the cats seated at the base and sat below Sunsetfire's paws, laying down and leaning his shoulders into the stone.

He kept his eyes alert and wary, to keep watch over his, Sunsetfires, and the clans safety. He wasn't here for tension or a fight. He wanted to be accepted and recognized for what Stealthclan really was; A useful ally and weapon.</sub>

[darkwhisk]

ooc - Giddy. Ripplepaw never actually said that she didn't like Giddypaw anymore. She was about to and was cut off by my li'l Darkie.

Walks in to the room
Feels like a b i g b a l l o o n
I said, Hey girl, you are beautiful
Diet coke and a pizza please
Diet coke and I'm on my knees
Screaming, big girl you are beautiful

.x.

Darkwhisker, as Ripplepaw asked in awe if she was from RisingClan, puffed her chest out proudly. It must really mean something to the other, original Clans to be from a rogue Clan! She turned her chin up and glanced down at Ripplepaw and Giddypaw, then laughed. The young apprentice was no good at acting leaderlike.

"Yes, I am a new RisingClan apprentice."

She glanced around for her brother, Graystorm.

"Graystorm should be here...he's my brother."

The young gray apprentice could not remember if her mother, Burningflower had attended the Gathering - she was in such a rush to get there to look around at the group of RisingClan cats who had attended.

Darkwhisker was so proud of her Clan.

.x.

You take your _{skinny girl}
I feel like I'm gonna die
'Cause a real woman needs a real man, now here's why
You take your girl and multiply her by four
Now a whole lot of woman needs a whole lot more

[Chainrust]

<sub>Chainrust peered up from his paws, tail twitching to glance around cautiously at all the cats. There were so many hues and shades of fur, it almost made him dizzy.

.. Almost.

But something caught his eye. A deep golden tom, young though, had walked away from the small group of three clustered around near the center. He looked.. Depressed. Chainrust got to his feet, checking to make sure his leader came to no harm before padding away. He had a ginger pelt, much like the one of a story Chainrust had been told many moons ago when he was a kit. A noble leader; how quite.

He padded towards Giddypaw, sitting down with a soft flick of his tail and peered at him. Chainrust was a similar color, but deeper, much like the rust that had earned his namesake.

You look like you could do with a bit of cheering up, young one. Does something trouble you? One should not have such an expression for one so young as you. Might I ask your name?? And.. Possibly your clan?" Mewed the elder tom.

Though he wasn't older by so many moons, he acted the part of someone much elder. With his posture, the glint in his eyes, and the way he spoke; it was as if a burden had pushed itself between the abbysinian's(Sp?) thin shoulderblades.

Chainrust was not normally a cat to give kindness or sympathy lightly, so perhaps it was a near miracle that he should approach this young tom. His dark tail curled neatly around his paws as he looked at the young tom, no emotion showing in his burning gold eyes.</sub>

[Amberstar]

<sub>Amberstar turned her gaze and her heart seemed to jump to her throat. What WAS it with all these young leaders popping up from no where?! With so many bands of cats trailing behind their dignified postures, Amberstar was shocked with herself that she had not noticed as much going on! She had yet to learn of Stealthclan and the leader's certain connection to the dark leader of Boneclan, or to recognize him as an ally.

"Great Starclan, who might you be? I presume you are.. A 7th leader here? My.. Well then, alls I can say is.. Welcome..? What be your name and clan, if I may ask without being impolite?"</sub>

[Snowstar]

"Now now, Amberstar; One should be more cautious in times like this," She said softly to the amber leader beside her, though her tone was soft and rather casual; not demanding or dominant in anyway. She had Snowstar's respect if she had remained a leader for so many seasons.

"Good eve' to you, stranger," She said cooly to Sunsetfire, her eyes merely wary and moreso curious. No hostility carried with her. "I wish to ask you the same, though I bid no disrespect to you, just as the same. Perhaps I'm a bit behind on my times and updates...? I've not heard of a Seventh clan just yet. Do state your name and your new clan, to put myself and possibly many others here at ease," She remarked; she wished no ill will or question towards the gold tom, for he looked as if he came here with a purpose. He did not appear hostile or unfriendly, though Snowstar was almost sure he came from Rogue Meadows unless one of the clans was housing this clan; she highly doubted it.

She wished him an ally more than a foe. He looked quite formidable, and he had a purpose lingering in the depths of his eyes. She assumed he hid something, though she'd hate to ever ask him. Time would tell the dark she-cat.

[Goldenblaze]

<sub>Rustshade had his head turned for the time being; until Ripplepaw had spoken her words to Giddypaw. His head turned just in time to see him stalk away. He merely raised a brow at the tom; he'd assumed he'd take it more like a Warrior that he always seemed to be preening himself such as. Hmph. Rustshade assumed he'd get over it quickly; find another mate. Perhaps it was too early for them.

Although Rustshade was not one to talk... Hm.

Either way, he wanted what was best for Ripplepaw. She was one of his best friends from kithood. Ah the memories, no matter how tragic or triumphant, remained with him with a good heart. He grimaced, a bit sympathetically at the young tom, but was distracted as a small apprentice approached.

He smiled at the dark young she-cat. "Well then, I take pride in saying welcome to your first gathering as a Clan! I'm sure.. I'm sure your clan must be proud," He said, everything friendly in his tone. They were allies, As was probably all the rest of the clans here.

Though he held his doubts about that shifty looking Duskclan leader. He shrugged it off as he looked back at Ripplepaw, giving her a reassuring nudge against her shoulderblades, and looked back at the apprentice. "I'd like to meet your brother!" He said, smiling.</sub>

[Kestrel]

zetsubou kara no hajimari te ni shlta kara ;;



Kestrel greeted Sunsetfire readily, her tone friendly. "Good evening, Sunsetfire," she meowed.
Glancing to the other leaders, she remarked, "Of course you are far removed from the preceedings in the Rogue Meadow. Sunsetfire is leader of the Seventh Clan, StealthClan; and he is my ally."

Subtly, the formidable she-cat's sharp eyes flicked briefly to Bloodstar, then returned to Sunsetfire.
Bloodstar, leader of the darkest of the original Clans. Could he, perhaps, have an alliance with BoneClan?


;; arukitsuzukeyou

[hazelpelt]

Seems as if Onyxdart is busy. Oh well slightly annoyed Hazelpelt swished her tail while she padded around the clearing seeking a good spot to watch the spectacle in front of her. She tipped her head in confusion as she realized that there are more than four clans present. She looked up to the Leaders waiting for them to start the Gathering.

OCC: Hey I am a little shy to make the first move so if any one would like to approach me is more then welcome.

[Lucky]

OOc: I know she didnt' actually say it, but Giddypaw knew she was about to.

IC: Giddypaw looked up. A tom that looked almost like him! He wasn't much older, but had the personality much like a father. Reminded him of his father, Sunray. But Sunray's lust for power had drawn the tan tom away from him. This tom, didn't seem like that kind of cat...

Making a half-smile, he spoke, "I'm fine really. You probably know how she-cats are. I'm Giddypaw from MistClan. Who are you and where are you from?"

The way Chainrust spoke almost made him feel like he was an elder, but he was not, so he spoke to him as a peer. A more friendly, carefree way...

Then, he noticed a new Clan. Not looking away from the tom, he just let his ears swivle. StealthClan? How many Clans where there?

[Shadow Spirit]

Lillystar observed this newcomer, only the second male she had seen so far in leadership of a Clan, though it was reputed that the evil tom Bane lead BoneClan. Much like the other leaders, she'd heard little of SteathClan and she was curious to know where they stood in the war.

Sunsetfire was it?" she asked cautiously. "Where do you stand...what do you hope to gain from this war?"

The tension rises, like blood bubbling from a deep wound...

Chasm kept very near to his leader. He knew very well that all of the she-cat leaders were on friendly terms, but Bloodstar made him anxious and he knew very little of Sunsetfire. His muscles tensed beneath his thick, ebony fur.

Dragonpelt was feeling uncomfortable. The Gathering hadn't even truly started and already they had two uninvited groups of cats. So far neither seemed hostile, but he could feel the tension in the air like poisonous gas and it would only take one spark to set it off.

OOC: Some one's gonna make a surprise visit soon...>.>

[Ripplemist]

Ripplepaw laughed along with the RisingClan apprentice after her attempt to look haughty and important.

"I'd like to meet your brother too!" she said, grinning back at Darkwhisker. She raised her paw to groom herself, but froze as she heard yet another cat bound over to the Great Hill.

Another leader had arrived?

Ripplepaw's ears twitched as she turned her head to see who had come. The tom she saw was vaguely familiar, with a golden pelt similar to Honeymist's...

Honeymist's?

There was a flash of recognition in her eyes as she gasped. The tom kit in the litter of three; Sunsetfire, son of Bane and Honeymist.

His mother would have been proud of him.

[Wolfwings]

I've searched for so very, very long...

The shaggy tom crept as quietly as possible into the clearing. His thick flame and snow colored pelt was tugged at by the many brambles and grasses that surrounded the gathering place. He had no notion of his intrusion on such sacred ground because he knew nothing of the Clans. This cat was alone and had only intruded for one simple reason: To find his sister.

He'd walked for moons, all the way from the place where he'd been born, on the simple rumor that his sister was still alive. Those who'd known her as a kit told him that they'd seen a cat matching her description, but that she was far off in another forest entirely. Ever since that time, he'd made it his mission to locate and reunite with her. Weary and foot sore, the heavy scent of the Gathering had carried on the wind and filled his nose. That was what had led him here...

"Excuse me..." he spoke up warily, staring around him at the many feline strangers. "I don't mean to intrude, but I am searching for my sister...and I followed my nose to this...'meeting'..." Even though he was speaking the truth, he could sense the hostility in the air. How was he to know that already two uninvited Clans had shown up and that his appearance would only add to the tension?

[karaxandre]

Kara and Andre both sauntered in together. Sure, they were late, but surely Bloodstar wouldn't mind?

By this time, Andre was about a third bigger than Kara. He leaned against her, than they both toppled over and quickly hopped to their feet.

"Andre!"

The Norwegian Forest mix's growl was filled with embarrassment; Kara had always been one to worry about what others thought of her.

But the Ragdoll tom wasn't listening; he'd spotted another newcomer to the whole Gathering thing - this Tinderspark fellow.

Andre trotted over to the tom.

"Hello, sir!"

He sat beside the tomcat, his tail wagging happily like a dog.

"What's your name?"

[Wolfwings]

Have I found her...?

The tom looked at these newcomers with interest. He wondered if maybe they could help him.

"My name is Tinderspark...and I seek my sister, Shadowstreak..." he replied, eagerly awaiting an answer.

Lillystar recoiled at the mention of Shadowstreak's name. The warrior she-cat had gone missing not long before the Gathering, and now here was her brother? Lillystar didn't remember Shadowstreak ever mentioning that she had any living family. Was it possible that she didn't know either? Unsure of what to tell this tom, Lillystar waited to see how the other leaders would receive him.

Hearing his dear friend mentioned, Dragonpelt sat a little straighter. His fur tingled with unease. This tom claimed to be Shadowstreak's brother? But she'd told him that all her kin were dead... Plus, he didn't see her anywhere in the clearing. Where was she? She was always at Gatherings... Feeling anxious, he kept his eyes on his mate, wondering what she would say to this stranger.

Yet another interruption...

Chasm tensed and relaxed his muscles, fighting the urge to strike out at something. Tension roiled in the air, increasing the oppressive feel of the summer heat. It was hard not to use the battle techniques that had been forced on him since he was old enough to walk. Worrying for Kestrel and not liking the proximity of so many strangers, he fought to keep still. At the rate they were going, BoneClan would declare themselves the winners of the war by default...

[.::Shinentai ;; Dual Void::.]

“Caaaaaarnage!”

A voice cut through the air as the huge tom made his way into the throng of cats, slitted green hues flicking right and left as he sought the youngest. The black and silver marked tom hardly appeared to be paying attention to any cats he might’ve brushed out of his way.

They were beneath his notice anyway, unimportant to him like his brothers and Mother were. Unless one caught his interest enough that the rather…less then intelligent tom desired to play a game with them.

Games were always so much fun, it just bothered him that his toys were never alive afterward so to repeat the game.

No matter. Finally spotting the two he sought he purred with joy, bounding over to their sides and nearly bowling over the blind queen they were talking too. Unholy Confession, like usual, looked like he was being his normal quiet self, but after bumping against the calico brother’s shoulder the eldest turned, attention trained completely on Carnage.

“I found you! Why we here?”

[Duo]

Duo was here. He still lives! Believe it or not. In fact, here he comes now, saying hi to practically every cat known to man... At least that's what it seems like. Acquianting himself with the likes of all the fuzzy creatures, whether dark and cruel, or happy and cheerful like himself. After making his rounds, probably about twice over... since he couldn't remember who he started with, Duo joined the ghastly trio of his clanmates, now making a quadruplet.... but that's not nearly as fun to say.

As a starter, he jumped on poor Colt's unsuspecting tail, his claws unsheathing in his giddiness, before he face rubbed everyone heartily enough to make them topple over... If they didn't catch themselves first.

"Hey guyzzz! How've ya been?" Gotta love Duo... Ya just gotta love him...

[Graystorm]

Graystorm had gotten sidetracked by a strange bird lit by moonlight. Before he had realized it, he had been left behind! Cursing his stupidity, Graystorm trailed in late, searching for his sister. So many cats! Never before had he smelled so much. He felt the need to be close to something familiar. Finally he caught a whiff of Darkwhisker, and then a glimpse. More confident and assured, he assumed a demi-stalking position, creeping up on the RisingClan apprentice. When he was close enough to see she was talking to other cats, it didn't deter him. Graystorm launched himself at his sister, claws sheathed, to tackle her from behind. Foun'j ya!

[Carnage ;; Unholy Confession]

xx.__Risen from the ashes

“Oh, is it that obvious? My brothers and I recently joined, our leader was kind enough to allow us this chance to come here, “ Carnage nodded pointedly to the gathered leaders. He could see out of the corner of his eyes Unholy Confession’s shift and redistribution of his weight, feel his brother’s unwavering unmoving gaze on his lithe black form. It pleased the small black tomcat, that his calico brother was aware of the game the youngest was playing and not moving to intervene. He purred out loud and looked between the blind shecat and her black shecat companion, dipping his head slightly in an almost mocking gesture, “What clans are you from? Which sides are you on?” His laugh was high and bright, as innocent as it was sadistic, and Carnage barely glanced towards Dual Void as the stupid tomcat, the oldest of their trio, finally tore into the clearing to join the little bunch.

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Unholy Confession just watched; unbothered by the game that the youngest wove and played with the two shecats. When Carnage spoke, everyone listened. Not because they wanted to, but because they couldn’t possibly ignore him.

Carnage had been the only cat at the laboratory to be punished for his daring. He spent more time in the Game Room than anyone else, and he played many games with the twolegs; Games that left him wide-eyed, convulsing, screaming with untold agony. Games that made him stare at the walls for days in his cage, not eating or sleeping or moving.

And after the shock of every Game wore off, he would get back up and do it again. Preach and rant and rave, screaming at them to listen even when they didn’t understand him, until one day something happened and they manage to escape. Them, and Mother, and Him. Him who Carnage both feared and hated; him who was Mother’s favorite.

One ear carefully twitched at Dual Void’s entrance, pleased although his disallowed for it to show. The two older brothers were a deadly team when they fought together, but he already was aware that Carnage’s cool dismissal of the eldest’s question would likely make the tomcat begin to blubber. He was too soft, mental games never his forte, and this was known weakness for him.[/color][/blockquote]

Invaders from the shadows__.xx

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[Blindsong]

And there was another? Blindsong waved her head back and forth as she attempted to place this newcomer, a tom who scented the same as the first two, of emptiness and cold and of something fractured and shattered. It was confusing, still, something the she-cat had never scented before she met these three.

But the first, the strongest in voice and conviction, had answered her own question and she smiled gratefully in return.

“I’m glad to meet you all. I’m from Stoneclan myself.”

She didn’t know exactly what to say with the whole ‘what side were they allied’ deal, for that wasn’t something that was her place to really say. Her blind green hues flicked between the three scents, and she spoke again.

“Your mother must be proud to have three strong sons like you!”