Gathering {October 09}

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

A new cat raced into the clearing, his futures were blurred with speed but Flystar knew such a pace would only come from the Windclan leader. Here eyes narrowed with amusement, just look who was late now! The end of her tail danced back and forth, she hadn’t forgotten the chastising they’d given her when she was late. But everyone was now here. Charredstar had taken his place on the great rock and Goldstar and Huntstar were together at the base. Cats from every clan waited expectantly. She watched as the ginger leader suddenly started pacing. Ok, it was no secret that Thunderclans leader didn’t like gatherings but come on. Flystar thought expressionlessly as she watched the she cats path. Surly it wasn’t that bad! An ear flicked. The last time she’d meant to be kind Goldstar had rejected it flat out. That wasn’t much incentive to do the same again.

Springing lightly up her whiskers bounced as Flystar trotted to intercept Goldstar on her way to the Great Rock. Everyone’s here now, we need to begin. The pail moons light glinted in the upper half of both there eyes and cast only the smallest shadows below there ears. It was directly above and with everyone here this was proving to be an earlier night then their last. Looking past to the sliver clad Huntstar her mew carried over, Ready to begin? Were wasting moonlight as it is. Turning to the rock Flystar felt it apparent she wouldn’t let events be held up this time. Pushing things along was her gentle way of getting back for there open criticism last gathering. Eyes flashing she smiled at Goldstar, Time to get everyone’s attention! With those soft words for only the other she cat to hear, Flystar gave a few long strides and leaped up.

Once for paws were firmly upon the cool stone she nodded to Charredstar politely but without dipping her eyes. Keenly observant she moved to her place next to him. Often they chose to sat in the order of there territories. She was surrounded by Thunderclan and Windclan so often found herself between the two cats bickering. Whiskers twitching absently she wondered if they were to alike to get along or if they did get along but appeared not to because of how alike they were? Well that could wait for another day. Facing the stars she yowled loudly, The gathering has begun!

[Rascally]

Ghost sat up When Flystar yowled Calling the gathering together and that it now started. She swished her bushy tail back and forth Lazily as She waited

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BrookGaze Came to attention And sat tensly waiting for the leaders of Each Clan to explain how things were going and what was going on.

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Whispering Creek grimanced again Hearing the yowl She perked her ears. And she winced as she felt her water break. She bit down and laid on her side. This was a mistake but she wanted to know what was going on with the clans she was stubborn that was for sure. She felt a contraction hit her.

[☮iSLY]

Sootpaw's tail twitched and he looked to Brookgaze smiling slightly. He looked to the other apprentice curiously, not knowing who she was yet. Suddenly he heard the call of a leader from upon the highrock. He blinked and looked to see Flystar calling the meeting.
Whiskers twitching, Sootpaw settled himself down comparably and waited intently for one of the leaders to start speaking.

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Blazepaw sat to the side, waiting paitently for the leaders to begin speaking, upon hearing Flystar's call.
But before he could even start listening to the leaders, a certain cat caught his eye.
Whisperingcreek.

Great Starclan! I told her she was near kitting time! why did she come to the gathering..? Blazepaw thought, in sudden panic at the moment as he noticed immediately that the queen was in some sort of pain.
Oh no!
The realization hit him like a ton of rocks.
She was in labor.

Blazepaw had been too blind to see before that the she-cat had stumbled her way onto the sacred grounds. Why did she have to have her kits now?

In a wild frenzy, Blazepaw darted through the crowd of cats around, and headed straight for where Whispering layed.

"You aren't suppose to be here!" he hissed to her, his voice full of panic as he stared at the queen through wide eyes. He wasn't ready for this! He couldn't help her deliver her kits right here...could he?

He winced as he saw that she was having a contraction.
That's the sign that she's about to deliver! The voice inside his head rung in his ears as his fur bristled uncomfortably. Perhaps another medicine cat was around to help? Why didn't his mentor come to the gathering? He needed her right now!

Blazepaw attempted to stay calm, "Okay. We don't have time to get you back to camp.." he murmured mostly to himself as his ears flickered. He looked wildly around for someone else to help.
There has to be another medicine cat at the gathering! He thought as he took a deep breath. He would have to help her if there was no one else.

Okay..just remember what you were taught..
Blazepaw put a trembling paw onto the queen's stomach and could feel the kits inside squirming around. Yes, they wanted out, and right away.

But where would the supply's he would need be? He had to have some moss dipped in water!
Gah, StarClan please help us! He prayed desperately as he stared at Whispering.
"You need to take in big breaths." he told her carefully, remembering that a queen sometimes held in their air when they were in great pains such as in labor.

He would have to have some more help! His eyes darted around as he looked for someone else. Eyes desperate, he finally spotted someone. A medicine cat he recognized from the half-moon meeting. Echoheart.
His eyes lit up at the sight of the ShadowClan medicine cat. He caught her eye and prayed she would come to help him!

[Demon the Monsta]

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Help?

Featherpaw stepped into the clearing, the gathering was to begin soon. This was her first gathering and it was making her very nervous to be here without her mentor. Where was she anyway? Nightsong was no where to be found.


Featherpaw winced as a few cats passed her and strong scents of Thunderclan, Riverclan and Shadowclan washed over her. So many scents!

The young medicine cat apprentice mused over how there were more scents in the clearing than all the herbs on clan territories. She watched as Blazepaw darted away to another cat across the clearing. He was in a great hurry. Tearing her eyes away from his running form she looked around the clearing for more familiar shapes... none.

Featherpaw took three deep calming breaths. Everything was going to be okay. Just find the other medicine cats and sit were you belong. Anyone from her own clan would be more interesting and less nerve racking then sitting alone, surrounded by other clans. Compared to most cats, she was tiny, only just out of the nursery. She might get squashed!

Featherpaw looked down at her paws, trying to remain calm and waited for the gathering to begin. Maybe someone would spot her and she could join them... hopefully.

[Rascally]

Whispering closed her eyes and took in big breaths as Blazepaw came darting over to her. She looked at him seeing the panic on his face. She purred softly to him. "What can i say im stubborn" She closed her eyes tightly and The first kit was Born. She was a mix of silver tabby and white She squirmed as her mother turned to lick her dry then whispering creek went back to pushing The second kit was born. She was a dark grey with splotches of white on her. She didnt have time to lick that kit off cause The third kit was already making her way into the world. After what seemed like forever four kits lay on the ground squirming as there mother licked them. There were three females and one male kit. Whispering creek was tired but she was happy. She finished cleaning the kits and curled around them to keep them warm. They needed to nurse first before She tried to take them back to The nursery. And she rested her head over the top of them. Her body made a nice circle around them And she was sure they would be warm. She still wanted to know what was going on at the Gathering.

[☮iSLY]

Blazepaw was deeply impressed by the queen's quick kitting.
That was fast... The tom thought as he let out the breath he had been holding all throughout the birthing of the four healthy looking kits.

He took the time to examine them all, they all were beautiful. Three she-cats, and a tom. He felt a purr rumble in his throat as he stared at the new life for Thunderclan. He smiled at Whispering Creek and meowed softly, "Well done."

Of course he expected cats to start to gather or/and stare at the new mother and kits now. But atleast the kits were born, and they and Whispering were fine.
"Their marvelous." He told the queen nicely, tail twitching as he stood by Whispering, hazel eyes showing his relief that this wasn't as hard as Blazepaw thought it would have been.

He blinked and wondered who the father was....Whoever it was, must be proud. Brushing off the though, Blazepaw looked back at the leaders, while keeping one eye on the new mother and her litter of kits.

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Silentflame rolled her eyes as Flystar called the meeting, Shadowclan were always the ones to take the first call. Blinking lazily, Silentflame was content on just studying the leaves in the trees than to listen to these cats ramble on about their clan's needs and wants.
Pfh.

As Silentflame's eyes wandered absently, her ears detected the sound of distant mewling.
sounds like kits... The she-cat thought curiously, as she looked behind her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she saw a Thunderclan queen with four kits by her belly.
What in Starclan's name? She wondered in astonishment.

Were those kits just born...?

Silentflame turned fully to get a better look and indeed saw that the queen had just given birth to those kits. Her tail swished as she regained her composure, face turning from surprise to annoyance.
"Look what we have here." She growled, "Thunderclan kits at a gathering! Shouldn't you have been back in the nursery delievering those runts?" She hissed loudly at Whispering Creek, eyes showing unkindness. She never really liked kits anyway, and Thunderclan kits made her sick! Unworthy blood if you asked Silentflame.
The Riverclan warrior scoffted and turned away, knowing her outburst would get the attention of the other clans around her.

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

Goldstar let out a his of frustration as she saw pyrestorm had completely not responded to her. She was a bit relieved to see the medicine cat apprentice rushing towards whisperingcreek. She was in labor. Goldstar felt weak. Stupid. Angry. A flare of hatred. She gave herself a mental shake. She could never hate a clan-mate. Never. She wanted to know where her medicine cat was, and she was angry to not see her anywhere. She pressed her ears back, eyes on blazepaw and Whisperingcreek. She did not have time to get back to camp, she did not have time to get over to the other side of the clearing, not through all the cats. She saw the kits born. She was angry, at herself, at whisperingcreek, at everyone. At the world. At starclan. She knew it was wrong but this was the worst thing. The worst thing that could happen. There was little chance that kits this young could make it back to thunderclan camp, if they survived they would probably be sick. Her ears where still pinned back. She held back another hiss.

[Rascally]

Whispering felt her kits squirming around. She smiled and looked up at Blazepaw "Thank you" She stated. It would be hard for others to see the kits Because they pretty much blended in with their mothers coat. Except for the silver ones. And she was tightly wrapped around them. Her head shot up as someone hissed calling her kits Runts. Her ears pinned back. She bared her fangs. And shifted her postion. "Mind your own bussiness Witch" she hissed. tightning Her body around the kits.

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Brookgaze the Riverclan Warrior was waiting intently on the leaders. SHe heard a commotion and turned to see Silentflame hissing at another shecat She blinked. The white shecat looked like she had kits at her side. She blinked and shook her head some. The kits were not hurting anyone there was no reason to be so hostle She stood up and padded over to Silentflame. "Simmer Down SilentFlame. The kits arent hurting anybody. So just But out" she stated She moved over to the Thunderclan. queen and dipped her head to her and settled down. Next to her.

[☮iSLY]

Blazepaw's fur bristled at the words of a RiverClan she-cat it seemed like. He glared at the she-cat's back as she turned back to the front.
"So disrespectful..." he murmured, tail lashing. He looked to Whispering, seeing her blaze up as well. His ears twitched as he saw another RiverClan she-cat go over to the one before.
He tensed as the she-cat started over, but then relaxed as he saw she wasn't going to do anything to harm or insult. He smiled briefly at the warrior from RiverClan and looked at the kits, seeing them squirm some more.
I hope this gathering isn't too long, these kits need the warmth of a den, I don't think Whispering's belly fur will serve very long... The tom thought as he looked up toward Goldstar, seeing that she didn't look too pleased.
Blinking calmly up at her, Blazepaw hoped she wouldn't stay mad throughout the gathering, yes this was a drastic situation, but she needn't blame anyone, especially StarClan. This was StarClan's wish for Whispering and her kits, to be born at a gathering. An usual wish, but a wish none the less. Blazepaw just wanted the kits to last the night though!

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The RiverClan she-cat bristled as the ThunderClan queen dared to reply back to her. She sent a hiss back her way and then stiffened as one of her own clan-mates tried to tell her to lay off.
Traitor. She thought as she watched Brookgaze pad over to the ThunderClan queen. She narrowed her eyes hostily at both she-cats and let out a huff of annoyance.
"Stupid fox-dungs...." The she-cat mumbled to herself, tail drawing closer to her side.
StarClan must not be pleased with this. She thought as she eyed the sky, but saw that the clouds were away from the bright moon overhead.
stupid StarClan.. She thought, anger pulsing through her, making her claws itch to tear something up.
What was she mad at? The ThunderClan queen and her kits? Not very, but probably she was jealous.
Jealous?! She thought to herself, baffled as she straightened up and started to calm down, but her pelt prickled as she thought over this term of jealous.
I wouldn't want kits if I was the last female on earth! She hissed inside her head as she watched the leaders through blank yellow eyes, her ginger fur standing out like a fire in the moonlight.

[Blackie™ ` VAMPIRE]

Coldness began to creep through the kitten fluff clinging to the she-kits skin. Her eyes were still closed, the confort of the darkness and the warmth close to her sending her into a soft dream-state. She nuzzled closer to the warm belly, the scent of milk hanging around her. Where was she? Who was around? Who was she? All these questions buzzed in her head, yet all she could manage to get out was a small cry.

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

Angry hisses radiated out, harsh words not missed by Flystar as she stood up again. The gathering had started, who had such a need to fight that they’d dare do it now? Tail rippling back and forth slowly she neared the edge of the Great Rock, looking over intently. Her eyes picked out Goldstar and not the problem cats. What was the younger leader doing? She was needed up here for her announcement. The Shadowclan leader prepared to leap down and fetch her when more anger lit words rang. This meeting was already getting interesting. A soft thud met her paws, closer to the fuming Goldstar it became clear the leadress had a problem on her paws. Both ears were pinned back, had that earlier hiss been from her? Best not to go prodding threw briar patches. That was especially if it made your competitor look bad, no need to fetch them out.

Keeping a tail length away she rounded between the silver and amber leaders. Something had been set off. She watched intently for a few moments, any who saw would think the Shadowclan leader was pilling information and developing plots for future use. It wasn’t true though, Flystar was just putting on an expert example of that sort of face. Then a bizarre and gentle sound replaced the dangerouse atmospher. Her attention was torn away. Was that a kit? No . . . but it had to be! Mouth furrowing, she brushed forward with parted jaws. It was no secret, a Thunderclan cat had just giver birth! Flystar turned back and shot Goldstar a accusing look. What was she thinking! No cat in there right mind would let this queen come.

The news was getting out, a young cat who looked to be a medicine cat or a medicine cat apprentice stood close by. Flystar didn’t get too close, their was no need to make this queens day any worse. Her face still held that calculating look and wasn’t overly friendly either, not to an outsider at least. Goldstar. The brown fur shifted in waves as Flystar caught he attention. What are you going to do about this? Your queen needs to get home. She should never have come this heavy with kits. Not wanting to push anyone one over the edge, she checked her words to make them soft but hinting sternness. Who knew were that would lead though? But it didn’t matter, there was no need to pretend they were friends.

[Rascally]

Ghosts Fur bristled As she heard the commotion. She stood up and looked around. She saw a queen curled around a new born litter of kits and she blinked Queens? come to gatherings? She thought to herself. She shook her head slightly. and settled back Down. "Surly Flystar A Queen had good reasons to come to a gathering While she was so heavy." She stated. "She nor the kits are hurting anyone" Ghost stated. "Im sure once the kits get their first nurishment she will take them back to the nursery where they belong" She said and yawned And laid back down waiting for the gathering to get under way. "How about We turn our attention back to What we came here for?" She said.

BrookGaze settled down Next to the Queen she didnt see what the big deal was she sighed and watched the shadowclan Leader get all flustered. and shook her head.

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

Goldstar let out a hiss at flystars words. She ignored her. "Whisperingcreek you had no right to come to the gathering. You put all of thunderclan at danger as well as the lives of your kits, there is no way your kits will get back to thunderclan alive, we have a long way to get home in freezing wether and you will not stay here any longer than the rest of the clan does" Goldstar knew anyone could tell how angry she was. She should stop coming to the gathering early, it was stupid. She was mad at pyrestorm for not noticing, then ignoring her. "What do you want to do about this?" Goldstar couldnt help spitting, se had failed her clan. She was letting her anger out on the queen.

[sandstar7]

Huntstar, completely speechless by this time said, " Enough! All of you! Last last thing we need is a battle. And look; the moon is covered! Starclan is not pleased at all that you all are acting like apprentice`s with bloodthirst!" Huntstar yowled to the cats below. Shocked silence filled the hollow. Huntstar was usually very quiet and calm, not loud and anrgy. With a flick of her tail, Huntstar padded of to Goldstar and said," I`m sorry if you didn`t want me to interfer, but I think it will be easier for you to think now."

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

"Back off" Goldstar spat, and turned back to whisperingcreek waiting for a response. She felt the memories rising. She felt the hatred towards him come back. Everyone seemed to be him, she hated it when this happened. She controlled it. He is not here, he cant hurt me. he is not here, he cant hurt me. he is not here, he cant hurt me... Goldstar had it under control. She continued giving whisperingcreek a scolding glare, waiting for her to reply.