Gathering - #1

OAKCLAW of THUNDERCLAN||Tags:Rabbittail of WindClan
“I have not yet explored ThunderClan very much,” Oakclaw admitted. She made a mental note to check as soon as she got back.
Only then did she realize she would need to eat. She had forgotten somehow. Hmm, what would she eat? Mice, she decided.
Oakclaw looked around for more clan members.

Fadedlight sat listening intently to her leader's words. She suppressed a mrrow of amusement as her leader mentioned the RiverClan deputy's sister. She wasn't born when the fire occurred, but she had learned about it. She glanced at her leader, relief shining in her eyes. She was capable of handling herself, but it was nice to not feel so alone. A smile briefly washed over her face. She then returned her attention to Robinflight as she brushed off the comment. Curiosity itched at Fadedlight, how did she hold herself together so well? "Yes, I have wondered that." Fadedlight added, a hint of humor in her voice. Keep it civil you don't have enemies here. Robinflight then added a comment about becoming allies. The thought itself felt like stinging nettle. She glanced at Onxystar. He seemed to share her dislike for the fish-eaters.

Weaselwhisker, warrior of Thunderclan - 36 moons - Tags: None

Weaselwhisker trotted into the gathering clearing with a sly smirk. He hadn't tagged along with Oakclaw and the other warriors of his clan, but what could he say? He wasn't tardy.. He was fashionably late.
Despite his lateness, the Thunderclan tom moved with the swagger of a warrior triple his size. His chest was puffed out with what some might call arrogance, but what he would simply call confidence.
After his exaggerated entrance, the tom came to an abrupt halt. He scanned the crowd through narrowed amber eyes. Coming to the conclusion that everyone was already talking, he flopped down with a yawn. Weaselwhisker would never turn an opportunity to take a nap.

Rainfeather huffed as she drew her head back down. She feared her death, it was clear. The young she-cat wasn't clan born nor were her relatives. She also feared if she would ever see her mother again, though clan life had seamed to make the image of her mother fade. Rainfeather popped her eyes open before sighing heavily. Her eyes glazed over the gathering cats as they talked to eachother.

Suddenly Rainfeather spotted a young tom, sleeping? Angered the she-cat picked herself up and made her way to the tom. "Sleeping at a gathering isn't welcomed," she stated her head held high, "Starclan can be very vicious when angered." She told him, before glancing towards her leader.

If it had not been for the challenge FadedLight faced since DappleSplash had left for RiverClan, OnyxStar would have had no personal feelings towards her. Her abandonment of ShadowClan did not affect him personally at all - if she wanted to have wet fur all day long, she could. His clan was still strong, it was still prosperous and one less warrior was no big deal. But, it affected FadedLight, and his deputy was his friend. So he did hold a sense of resentment for the she-cat, a bit of ill-will towards her. Needless to say, if she fell into the gorge, he wouldn't blink an eye. Not that he would ever let FadedLight know the darkness of his thoughts. As such he remained unimpressed and showed no disregard for her current absence from the Gathering.

It was however, with little hint of mirth, that he caught FadedLight's glance at him. His ears twitched in her direction, a slight curiosity pricking at him. Had he gone too far interjecting himself? But she did not look put off, rather a bit relieved if not glad. He had not meant to usurp the conversation, rather had meant to turn it on RobinFlight before she got to FadedLight - but the other deputy was quick to turn the topic of conversation away anyway and it was over.

He had to admit, to himself, that RobinFlight was quick in thought and tongue. OnyxStar appreciated that, and appreciated even more the direction she opted to take. Speaking of the history they knew and the blood between their clans. OnyxStar made it his personal duty to know as much as he could, whenever he could. Gossip though usually frivolous could serve the purpose of expanding one's knowledge. But it was her next statement that made him pause. Had the RiverClan deputy suggested an alliance between their two clans? How intriguing...

The ShadowClan leader took a moment to consider this. Any alliance would always serve well, especially in the time of leaf-bare, but he was proud and thought highly of his clan. Especially now. They were prospering, they were surviving, they were living. Everything was going well for them, they needed no such alliances, but one never could know what the future would hold. "Indeed," he finally said in a controlled tone, "It would do your clan well to ally itself with ShadowClan wouldn't it?" She was not yet leader and still the she-cat implied an alliance - with ShadowClan of all the clans. ThunderClan were easy and soft-hearted and WindClan easily cowered (in his opinion), but she spoke to him, to ShadowClan... He had to respect RobinFlight's audacity to suggest such a thing. He twitched his ears, "Do not fret, dear RobinFlight. We shall mull it over." And with that he stood up.

The clearing had filled some more cats during their conversation. He could smell ThunderClan but the scent was not very strong, so just a few. The WindClan scent however, was much more potent and swiveling his head he saw why. Sat not too far away was SwoopingStar, the newly named and frankly very young WindClan leader. OnyxStar 'hmmed' softly. "If you will excuse me, I would like to get a word in with SwoopingStar before we begin the Gathering." And with a polite bow of his head to the two female deputies he made his way over to the silver and white cat and sat himself near him. "SwoopingStar," was all he said in greeting.

Weaselwhisker, warrior of Thunderclan - 36 moons - Tags: Rainfeather

Weaselwhisker barely stirred at the she-cat's words, lips parting in a tiny yawn. For a few moments he contemplated whether or not he should keep right on sleeping, but he decided against it, still curious. Weaselwhisker cracked an eye open, looking over his awakener skeptically.
By the herb-like scent and the speak of Starclan's wrath, Weaselwhisker assumed she was a medicine cat. At first he had grumbled unhappily at being awakened, but he quickly put on a sly smirk for the silver molly. "Oh, come on, lighten up a little!" he meowed, seeming to pay little mind to her admonishing. "I'm just enjoying the warm greenleaf weather."
The abyssinian stood up from his spot with a long stretch, shaking out leaves from his ruddy fur as he did so. "Weaselwhisker of Thunderclan," he greeted with a wink. "Pleasure to meet you~"

Rainfeather felt her upper lip tremble wanting to curse at the young warrior so badly, though she kept herself straight. "Rainfeather, Medicine cat of Shadowclan" The she-cat said, her voice lightening up. She sighed, giving up such a straight and formal attitude. "Greetings, I love your name. Reminds me of one of my old buddies awhile back..." Rainfeather shook her head before glancing her leader once more before seating herself beside the tom. "So, how is life in Thunderclan?" she began, her green eyes calmed.

SwoopingStar's gazed flickered over to the shadowclan leader as the older tom began to approach. He dipped his head and smiled softly. "OnyxStar" the youngster meowed slowly. He turned to the black smoke leader and dipped his head again. SwoopingStar, while he would never admit to it, was slightly intimated by the other leader. OnyxStar had far more experience and knowledge about leading a clan than SwoopingStar.

The silver and white Somali blinked slowly before clearing his throat. "Is there something you would like to discuss?" he asked politely.

"Not particularly, no," OnyxStar replied to SwoopingStar's question. He had no other reason for wandering over to the WindClan cat other than his desire to quench his curiosity. He simply wanted to get a "feel" for the younger tom, gauge what kind of a cat he was and what he may become. The position of leadership in a clan meant power and power had a funny way of getting to some cats' heads. OnyxStar had lived long enough to see ambitious deputies go rogue, and to witness a respected leader lead his clan astray because of his idea of power. But, SwoopingStar did not seem like such a cat.

In fact, SwoopingStar looked like something OnyxStar would drag out of the fresh kill pile. Easy. Prey. But that was only because of the other tom's youth and inexperience. He oozed naivete and OnyxStar almost felt something for him. Almost. The other leader was unskilled in leadership but it was of little matter to OnyxStar. As long as he kept his head on his shoulders and gave Onyx the respect the older tom demanded, they would have no problem with one another. In fact, as long as things were well in the forest, he would leave SwoopingStar and his clan well enough alone.

Believing, it wouldn;t hurt him to try to be friendly, OnyxStar shortly after asked, "Though, how has it been? Your leadership thus far? I trust you have found it a satisfying challenge?" He blinked slowly as he questioned SwoopingStar, ears directed towards him in a display of genuine interest.