September Gathering

[Rowansky]

"Wrangling kits all day does take a toll on you, huh? I still love the night, but I'm kind of leaning towards loving sleep a lot too," she purred, green eyes glancing over to Quillfoot. A small smile flitted across her face. "It's nice to meet you, Spiderleaf. I'm Rowansky, IceClan's new queen."

"Making new friends are we?" Another queen appeared, and by the scent, she was also from RockClan. Dawnblaze seemed a lot more hostile towards the ginger cat more than Spiderleaf was, but Rowansky was hardly preturbed. "Good evening. I'm Rowansky, and you are?" Maybe if Rowan remained calm and amiable around the newcomer, the tension would tone down.

[Ghostlight]

there is a ghost here. the ghost of everything that could have been and never was...

Ghostpaw didn't look at her, but he let off an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. "I guess I am," he sighed again. But then he turned to her and grinned with his white still-kit teeth. He wrinkled his nose a little. These cats had very... Distinctive smells. And seeing he was just apprenticed, he had yet to be trained. He hadn't a clue how to distinguish one Clan cat from another, so there was a simpler way.

"I'm Ghostpaw, from FireClan. And you would be?" He purred. His casual manner had been returned when there was someone to take his mind off things.

(And now I will apologise for le laziness...)

[Cheetahfur]

Cheetahfur stalked into the clearing, clearly not happy to leave camp at night.
She shook her pelt to get rid of the moisture that had gathered in it.
"Let's just get this over with." She growled, padding into the middle and sitting down with a mad expression.

[Finchcall]

Finchpaw rolled her own bright eyes in a mocking way, taking a step back from his side. As she studied him, she realized he wasn't bad-looking. quite good-looking, actually. Better then the ones I've met back home. Her ear-tips instantly warmed as she thought of these things, but she didn't look away in shame. After all, she wouldn't want him to know she was embarrassed. 

"Ghostpaw? What an odd name!" She gave a short giggle. "Do you ever, say, haunt people?" She inquired with a sly grin. "Oh. I'm Finchpaw from Treeclan, if you couldn't tell. People tell me my name fits me well." She grinned at him, then glanced around at the gathering cats. "This is my first gathering. I knew there'd be a lot.. but I didn't think there'd be this many." She meowed, referring to the cats. 

[Ghostlight]

there is a ghost here. the ghost of everything that could have been and never was...

"OooOooooOooOOo" he attempted in making the classic ghost sound. He glanced around again, staring at the reception before him. "There's heaps! I jean, this is my first time, but I have a feeling this is a pretty choppy turn-out by Gathering standards." He pursed his lips, still looking around, searching for something, until he realised what it was. Of course he could not distinguish scents, but from everything he had heard he could sure distinguish leaders.

"I mean, like where's TreeClan?" He could not spy Beechstar (from what he had heard of him). There were a few obvious look-a-likes, so he could be wrong. He flicked an ear and finally turned back to Finchpaw. "Not many cats here look to be enjoying themselves"

[Finchcall]

Finchpaw snorted, shouldering the tom. "Psh! Your terrible at it! Why did your mother name you after a ghost if you can't even act like one?" She teased. After a moment, she tilted her head curiously. "Who is your mom, anyways?" The striped calico inquired. She didn't know of the FireClan queens, so if he asked her, he was likely to not know that Lightfall was not TreeClan.

On the thought of Lightfall, she raised herself onto her toes to try and see over the crowd. She thought she did see a light gray and white feline near a group of females—just as Jayfoot had described—but she couldn't be sure it was her mother. After all, there could be hundreds of different cats out there with the same patched pelt. Maybe not hundreds.

When Finchpaw stopped looking, it appeared Ghostpaw had been talking. She caught the last part of his sentence which filled her in enough. "...like, where's TreeClan?" She shrugged, resuming her search, but this time for Beechstar. She motioned to the other leaders. "I'm guessing Beechstar is somewhere over there. That's where the leaders meet, is it not?" She mewed. "I'm guessing that's...Cloverstar. I heard Wildstar was black. So then is that your leader or Wildstar?" She inquired, reffering to Darkstar.

"Not many cats here look to be enjoying themselves." She nodded in agreement. "Hey! We should go sneak up on them and scare them! It'll be fun for us, not to mention fun-ny, and if they're already unhappy, it won't really make a difference, will it?" She suggested, her eyes lighting up mischievously. "Come on! It'll be fun."    

[Ghostlight]

there is a ghost here. the ghost of everything that could have been and never was...

Ghostpaw shrugged at her first question. "My adopted mother is Sparrowfur but she doesn't seem to be here tonight." But then his glassy eyes of boredom lit up at the mischievous idea. Usually he would pick up a condescending attitude, shun the idea and call it too "kit like", but tonight he was feeling adventurous. "Well I'm in," he purred, his eyes perked as he scanned the crowd for those cranky, tired cats he was seeing way too often tonight. It was late but he felt alert, a whole lot more alert than usual. Excitement was most likely the cause, with faintly diluted adrenaline at he dangerous idea

[Whitehawk]

whitehawk walked in and sat down with the other deputies if they were even there

[Finchcall]

"Your adopted mother? My adopted mother is…" Finchpaw flattened her ears against her skull. "...Littlepool. She's, ah, dead." She murmured sadly. She could still remember snuggling against her belly as a kitten, thinking that the brown tabby was her true mother. "Who's your real mother? Father? Do you even know?" The small female knew how most felines didn't even know who their true parents were, and that she was lucky to know.

The grin found it's way back onto her face, and she glanced around. "How about her?" She suggested, choosing an unhappy feline. She nodded towards Cheetahfur. "See those bushes?" They were lining the edge of the clearing, and the spotted female was right near them. "We can use them as cover and jump out right about… there." She pointed with her tail to the point right behind the victim.

[Ghostlight]

there is a ghost here. the ghost of everything that could have been and never was...

Littlepool was dead?!? That shocked him. He had only ever heard good things about the femme from the queens. But one day she stopped being mentioned... And now he guess he knew the reason why. He shrugged about the question about his parents, and spoke the truest words that would ever leave his lips. "Dunno, don't care. They don't want me, why on Earth does that mean I want to know them?"

He didn't let the solemn question or response phase his though. The tip of his tail twitched and flicked eagerly like a jerky, frightened mouse. Anticipation. It was squeezing his chest and making his heart flutter. The anticipation was killing him and he loved it. "You don't need to convince me," he purred, and keeping low he darted to the bushes, only to get snagged. He pulled through to the other side of cover and sat there pulling knots and burrs from his pelt whilst waiting for Finchpaw to take the lead. He hoped this would not end badly.

[Ashfire]

Ashfire sat down in the crowd of cats, feeling a little uncomfortable surronded by other Clans. She was sitting in an awkward position as well. The FireClan she-cat looked around blankly

[Flightfoot]

Flightfoot stalked into the clearing and sat down at the edge of the social groups. Meows could be heard from every corner and she flattened her ears to her head. She looked up at the leaders and saw Rockclan's leader, Cloverstar. She looked uncomfortable, but that was to be expected when one was chatting with Darkstar.

Flightfoot weaved her way through until she caught a whiff of Iceclan. A tom with burns sat alone, looking over the crowd. As she was making her way over to him she accidentally bumped into another feline. She turned her head to see Rowansky.

"I'm terribly sorry", she said lightly.

[Spidermask]

Spiderleaf's purr turned into an amused chuckle. "It does indeed. I think I underestimated the job," the bi-coloured queen observed with warmth. She noticed a slight shift in Rowansky's attention, but didn't follow it, more disturbed by Dawnblaze's entrance. Looking down at her fellow queen, her smile was wry but tolerant. "Oh yes, I forget it every day," she replied with a sigh before tapping Dawnblaze's shoulder with her tail.

"Relax, my friend. There is no weakness in socializing, particularly not with other queens. Especially someone new to the job like yourself." Turning her head to Rowansky, she appeared briefly apologetic before shrugging, grateful. Most other cats may have snapped right back at Dawnblaze's rudeness, and Spiderleaf was grateful Rowansky had not. "How have you been, Rowansky?"

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Dawnblaze snorted.
"Whatever, Spiderleaf. I suppose we should just open up our borders and let them march into our camp, shall we?"
Despited her bristling fur, she settled down beside Spiderleaf, her temper cooling down a bit. She laid her head down and watched the other cats, looking for someone to talk to.

[Finchcall]

Finchpaw huffed. "Just because you don't know who they are, doesn't mean they don't want you!" She was convincing herself more then she was him. "I mean, it was probably for a good reason. Or… or maybe they're even dead. And here you are, acting like you hate them," She flicked her calico-striped tail. "It's not fair to them, if they did what they did for a good reason."

The small female darted after her new friend, letting out a soft giggle as she found him snagged on a few brambles. She carefully stepped around and in front of him, turning to watch as he picked the burs and thorns out of his short fur. "What's FireClan like?" She asked suddenly, her voice soft. "I've only heard bad things about it because, well, our Clans aren't the best of friends." She chuckled. "But there has to be some good things, right? Maybe even a lot?" She tilted her head curiously. "I'm sure you've mostly heard only bad things about TreeClan, but let me tell you, it's great there."