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Post by Palefire on Oct 13, 2018 21:47:19 GMT -6
GATHERING GATHERING GATHERING
Palefire made her way to the shared clearing, disheartened at the lack of voices and scents. Where had everyone gone?
She slipped her way toward the far edge of the clearing, where she took a seat and lied in wait.
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Post by Anemonemist on Oct 13, 2018 22:02:51 GMT -6
RockClan was broken, scattered, and missing. That was a fact, and though the circumstances were difficult to recall, Anemonemist was alone again. She barely made it through the day, surviving on the smallest of scraps and sometimes even swallowing down bitter herbs just to keep her body moving. She was no rogue, though. She was meant to be a medicine cat, a healer, not a hunter. And it showed through.
Even without RockClan at her side, Anemonemist felt the pull of tradition towards the full moon Gathering. She didn't know why this one was more important than the others since the Clans had vanished. But the speckled she-cat tried to never doubt her instincts.
If anyone had showed up at all, they would hear her coming. The gentle chime of a kittypet bell was hard to mistake.
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Post by Cloudskip on Oct 13, 2018 22:07:00 GMT -6
Cloudskip took a deep breath as she took quick steps through the land, her white tail twitching in anxiety. Her eyes were weary as she looked around at any cat that could have followed her. She paused her steps, and let out a wince before continuing on. What had happened to her clan? It used to be so populated and full of life. Why did it seem so... Dead? Cloudskip shivered at the thought, but regained her composure and continued on her way towards the clearing. Thoughts started to cross her mind. Were the other clans suffering the same loss of warriors as Fireclan? Well, hopefully not. They may be enemies, but they didn't deserve that. Plus, she had family in other clans and she didn't want anything to happen to them.
She stepped into the clearing, puffing out her white fur to make herself look bigger. She took another breath, and calmly looked around the area. She took notice to the others around her, nodding politely as she looked around the full-moon-lit clearing for any familiar faces in subtle worry.
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Post by Thistlefang on Oct 13, 2018 22:25:41 GMT -6
Gatherings were stupid and dumb, and guess what? He was too old for this. Talking to some annoying young IceClanner about prey wasn’t how he wanted to spend his evening. But here he was.
And there were like, two cats in the clearing. ’Glad I showed up for this.’ Grumbling to himself, he gave his fur a quick shake and sauntered through the area. One particular pelt stood out like an eyesore. ’Cloudskip’
He started feeling things in his chest that he hadn’t felt in ages. Speedily walking closer, he couldn’t help but smile when her scent wafted near. A scent that he had memorized. A scent that he’d promised himself he’d never forget. He tried to act casual as he took a seat next to her.
”And you must be the deputy of FireClan, yes? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
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Post by Cloudskip on Oct 13, 2018 22:44:26 GMT -6
A familiar scent caught her attention, Clouds' head bobbing up as soon as she noticed it. Accompanied with the familiar scent was a familiar cat, one the deputy had not seen in moons, seasons even. Her tired amber eyes swelled up in happiness and excitement. As Thistlefang took a seat by her, she nodded repeatedly in greeting, some of the prior anxiety washing away from her expression.
His greeting caused her to smile and nudge the tom teasingly. Cloudskip shuffled her paws as she responded with a puff of her chest, "Yes, I suppose that would be me. You must be Thistlefang, I've heard tons of great things about you as well. Such as how you're a big dork." She smirked, flicking her tail and waiting a bit before giggling. Cloudskip's expression softened, though it still remained bright. "It's great to see you again, Dad," she murmured happily.
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Post by Speckflame on Oct 13, 2018 23:30:25 GMT -6
Moonlight made the entire clearing glow with a luminous, almost spiritual vibe Speckflame had forgotten was the norm on Gathering nights. The great oak tree where leaders would perch, stare down at the hordes of cats deemed as ally and enemy, was losing most of its leaves due to the coming leaf-fall. His white paws crunched on scattered leaves as he approached, Speckflame's moss-green eyes widened in surprised to actually find the place with company.
It had been seasons since the last official Gathering, back before the clans had met their end. The cause is just a blurr to him, something Speckflame has forced to the back of his mind. But he knew it affected all four clans. He had traveled around himself to make sure, searching for familiar faces in a desperation that his mother had frowned upon softly, even after the destruction. When they had found nothing, the only two cats Speckflame had left turned to the lands outside the borders for a home.
Those two cats were Firebird, his mother, and Echopaw, his daughter. He had found them since FireClan's demise, and had not let them go since. They had survived together, grieving for the same cats. Echopaw had to be the mature adult, even, for the first few moons... her father and grandmother weren't good at handling their grief.
That was in the past, though. Things had improved as more time passed. They found a cozy little den next to river. Firebird taught her granddaughter how to fish and swim, something she had always secretly wanted to learn. Speckflame became a much better hunter and fighting, abilities he had never been confident in back as a FireClan warrior. Things were... getting better.
And now here he was, standing frozen on the outskirts of the Shared Clearing. He didn't recognize three out of the four cats around, but the last one he couldn't mistake. Fur as poofy as a snow-white cloud, eyes the most shimmering blue of the sky (even tho he was too far to distinguish the cats actual eye color, he knew)... it was her.
As he passed, Speckflame made sure to dip his head to anyone else around. He was tempted to speak to them, but first he had to see her. He had to be sure it was her. It had to be, right?
The two cats he was approaching seemed comfortable with each other, so gathering all his courage to be casual, Speckflame tried to say something decent. "Mind if I join too?" he meowed.
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Post by Crystalbird on Oct 14, 2018 12:36:49 GMT -6
To say that things were tense would be a gross understatement. Crystalbird, as far as she knew, was the remaining cat of high rank in Treeclan who hadn't gone missing. Crystalbird, for a deputy, hadn't been the best at staying in touch with her clanmates. That had probably been an oversight, but given how Treeclan seemed to be largely missing aside from a few souls who remained, there wasn't really a point. She wasn't really sure what to do. Ever since Arrowstar had completely gone missing, she'd simply been going through the motions. What was a deputy with no leader or clanmates? So, she might've been wandering off more than usual, not even talking to what precious few clanmates remained.
Still, the call of tradition reached out to her. Stepping into the Shared Clearing under the light of the full moon, it was funny how this place hadn't changed. The scents were stale, aside from the few, few cats that seemed to be here. She guessed she wasn't the only one with a fractured clan, who'd reached out hoping for.... Something. Crystalbird wouldn't exactly ask why they were here, because she didn't know why she'd come here herself. What did she expect? Their clans were effectively dead, and unless they returned.... No. That probably wasn't happening. All hope was lost as far as she was concerned. She supposed she could give it one last hurrah before she left. Yeah. She was planning on leaving soon. Who could blame her? She couldn't imagine forgetting what Treeclan had given her before its death, but since it was all gone now.... Yeah, she was just going to fade back into obscurity. Just another loner. No one special. It was a bitter thought, but hey. It was reality and Crystalbird just... Didn't want to waste away waiting for hope that would never come.
She didn't really recognize anyone here, except for.... Well, that Thistlefang. He was one of the ones who seemed to be hanging around. So she took a deep breath, and raised her voice to alert the other cats here to her presence. "Hey, there." Her ear twitched. Okay, so maybe she was a tad nervous. "Guess we're basically all that's left?" She asked, looking around at the grand total of seven cats, including herself, that were present. To make matters worse, judging by scents, she wagered that they covered three of four clans as well. Any Iceclan scent was far too stale, and she wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that Iceclan had dwindled down to a total of no cats. Cloudclan, this was depressing.
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Post by Emberstorm on Oct 17, 2018 10:23:00 GMT -6
Emberstorm padded into the clearing. The walk on Iceclan was getting harder and harder on his aching joints. The sight of other cats gave him relief that his journey wasn't for nothing. Everyone was gone. He was alone. His green eyes pierced the shadows. He quietly sat down. There were so few of them. It was pathetic. These clans were all once proud and strong. Now, they were nothing, just a few survivors holding onto the past. What of future generations? They may never know. Now the Abyssinian would enjoy this Gathering. After that, who knows? He wasn't a kit by any means. Perhaps he would bide his time until Cloudclan called for him.
"By Cloudclan is it really only me?" He unfortunately had his worst fears confirmed. He was truly the last of Iceclan as far as he could tell. What a miserable fate. The clan that had adopted him was gone. He didn't intend to be cryptic, but how could he not be?
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Post by Crowwing on Oct 28, 2018 13:43:20 GMT -6
guys what if. they all build a clan together. the last survivors. dun dun dun.
It was a miracle that he was still alive. Although the clans seemed to not exist anymore, the moon was shining. He was a clan cat at heart, and this meant that it was a Gathering night. The ancient cat lingered towards the shared clearing, believing that he was the last one left. Fireclan was gone. And so were the other clans the last time he checked. Nothing was left.
But something called him back to the Shared Clearing.
He entered, smelling the scents of some rogues. Loners. His pelt rose, thinking that the place was no longer a safe place for clan cats. But for some reason, these cats looked familiar? His memory was fading, but he slunk towards Emberstorm, the only cat his memory seemed to recognize. "Are these all your kids, Emberstorm?"
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Post by Crevicelight on Oct 28, 2018 13:52:29 GMT -6
Crevicelight was in the middle of her sleep when she heard a weird clink clunk clink sound which woke her up. Thinking it was a dream, the warrior closed her eyes once more, but the clinking kept continuing. She did not remember the last time she heard a weird noise. Birds did not clink. Mice did not either. So what was it? It was like if her instincts were returning to her. Like if she was going to patrol her small territory to figure out who it was. Not like she even bothered marking her territory anyways. No one was even around here. Just herself. Hopping to her toes, Crevicelight eagerly followed the sound, leading to a small kittypet. Huh? What was a kittypet doing so far in the woods? She did not know, but she did also know that this cat could be her friend! Following the stranger from a distance, the warrior was happy. It was like stalking an enemy who was crossing the border and then ambushing them. Except that she wouldn't ambush this kittypet. Kittypets couldn't even fight! The cat came to somewhere that Crevicelight had personally been a few times in the past -- the Shared Clearing. Huh? Other cats were there, and that was when it hit her. She knew this cat! "Anemonemist!" she wailed, running towards her medicine cat, leaping in the air, ready to tackle her in happiness. "Is that really really really you?!"
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Post by Anemonemist on Oct 30, 2018 16:51:59 GMT -6
{dun dun dun, would legit be down for that}
More cats were starting to show up at this point, and Anemonemist was growing increasingly wary. This wasn't normal, was it? Were small Gatherings, hosted by the few survivors leftover, going on all this time without her realizing it? I thought everyone was long gone. she thought to herself, watching with narrowed eyes as strangers started to get comfortable in the large, vacant clearing. Is this a sign from CloudClan? A gray warrior spoke up to the general crowd, announcing their arrival, and commenting on the lack of population. Anemonemist nodded in acknowledgement to them, inciting a small humming chime with the movement. All that's left.....
A few more cats decided to show up. Well, two by the time Anemonemist took note of them. It seemed the clearing was slowly gaining a crowd, as surprising of a feat as it was. She should have expected so many survivors from the four clans, but after so many moons, seeing them in person was like something out of a dream. Is this rea--
There was a scream of her name, her full clan cat name, breaking through the quiet whispers of the clearing, and effectively cutting off the kittypet's thoughts. Her eyes had widened, whipping her head with a jingle towards the direction of the noise, just as a tabby came barreling into her. "Oof!" a gasp tore from the she-cat, and the faded scent of RockClan filled her nose. Who--!? It took Anemonemist a moment, laying on the ground in a daze, to realize what entirely had happened. Her already muddy mind struggled in forming anything concrete, and when it took a few moments to realize a cat had quite literally tackled her to the ground, the familiar threads of anger began to tickle the corners of her mind. She couldn't fight the curling of her lip, or the bending of her ears, as she studied the face of a stranger. But clearly, not as much of a stranger as she was assuming. "You could not." she growled, feeling a burn of public embarrassment under her fur. Anemonemist shifted in harmony with the clinking of her bell collar, to get herself on her paws and standing, and hoping whoever this was would back off a bit.
"Who even...." The question hung on the air as the former medicine cat really got a good look at her, dusty eyes squinting as distant memories starting to fit together. Of a cat, getting far too close for comfort, one day. "Oh...." The name of the RockClan warrior danced just out of reach, the memories trickling by and becoming clearer with each run through Anemonemist did of them. A warrior, she sneezed at me, I think I got angry? Did I? She circled me. Did she? I think so. Right? The kittypet swallowed uncomfortable, but she supposed if she were to converse with anyone, at least a fellow RockClan cat was the best choice. And with that realization, she suddenly felt a little better. "Uh, oh, right. I remember you. You're from RockClan."
Please just don't expect me to know your name. Anemonemist pleaded. its a really really bad post im sorry waaaah
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Post by Emberstorm on Nov 7, 2018 19:36:50 GMT -6
Someone was left from his time. Good Cloudclan just him and Crowwing. And Crowwing was applying his famous wit to a rather bleak situation. "No my friend, I thought they were yours," Emberstorm purred gently. What of the others? He knew Darkstar had retired long ago, gone to her ancestors. Wildstar assumed the same. The other leaders were assumed missing. He knew a lot of turmoil had existed within the leadership of all the clans. He stretched out and laid down near the edge of the clearing, his usual spot. He used to hide here so he could slip out if things got out of control. Towards the end the clans had not always valued the truce under which these Gatherings operated. What a wild time. Now, as previously established, there were only a few of them now. Many of these cats probably didn't know of those days. It had been a long time since he had fought another cat. Another cat barreled out of nowhere into the Medicine Cat at the Gathering. Are we killing each other already? I really do not have time for this, he thought bitterly. Even his own thoughts were old and grumpy.
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Post by Crevicelight on Nov 9, 2018 14:40:42 GMT -6
As she collided into Anemonemist, the warrior gave a loud purr, rubbing her nose against her clanmate's fur. She barely heard her complaint of getting out the the medicine cat's bubble and quickly backed up. "You smell different. Why do you have that thing on your neck?" She started with the questions. "Oh! I know! You were playing as a kittypet, right Anemonemist? It's okay! We can play that! Where did you get the bell? Can I get one too?" She gave out a large grin. She did not take Anemonemist to be one who was fun and games, but rather all serious and into Cloudclan and all that. Soon enough, Crevicelight re-situated herself so that Anemonemist could finally have her own little bubble. "So.. umm... for reals... Umm... are you... a kittypet now?" The last few words cracked out of Crevicelight's throat.
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Post by Crowwing on Nov 15, 2018 0:31:34 GMT -6
Crowwing gave a small chuckle as Emberstorm went on with his banter. He didn't want to ask the other senior how he was doing. Obviously, they were still alive. Cloudclan was either praising them, or simply punishing them. As a former medicine cat, not even the ancestors approached him in moons. Did Cloudclan disappear completely?
He was lost in thought, not noticing that Emberstorm already wandered off. A younger cat, warrior perhaps, then entered obnoxiously. Well, at least someone's happy to see each other.
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