Gathering {October 09}

[Rascally]

Ghost was getting Agitated.She stood up nd moved over. To the Angry Goldstar and Flystar. "Leave her be. I have only seen a few cats that have had a problem with Her having kits. And thats you Flystar and that Riverclan Warrior" she stated. No one else seems to have a problem what done is done." Ghost wanted to get on with the Gathering. She was probably oversteping her bounds But this was getting rediculus. "If you two would open your eyes. And see that no one else feels threatened or bothered by it. And Star clan is upset with all this bickering. Not with the Queen, So lets get on with the Gathering" she hissed She respected her leader but there was no reason for this.

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Whispering creek Sighed Her kits were to small to move right now but she knew she needed to get them back home. She wondered how she was going to get them back to the nursery.. she glanced to the apprentices next to her. She was sure the Medicine cat Blaze paw would help her. And the riverclan warrior. She could take the other two. SHe looked at Goldstar she hissed some she was getting irritated. "Give it a rest" sHe spat she shifted her position. "We did not put anyone at Risk. Just because of your past doesnt mean you can take it out on me" She spat. She was getting very irritated. "I know i need to take them back to camp" she spat

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

Flystar stood half under Goldstars glare at Wishperingcreek, mostly just because of her proximity though she was sure that look could easily turn on her. This was good, more she then she had originally hoped for. Goldstars full attention was on her new queen and something might be done to actually help her! From this spot, paws planted firmly apart and head high, she could see the warrioress that had growled at the new born kits. But that was wrong, kits this young were never to blame. Their mother was a bit more at fault but that was in the past now. Organized action needed to be taken to keep Thunderclans young kin out of harms way. It was disgraceful that Flystar had ever needed to get involved to accomplish that. Goldstar and her no show deputy should have things under control to begin with.

From under the she cats fur small helpless forms were feebly wiggling around. She could easily see the stomach fur move as they most likely tried to nurse. Then Huntstar yowled out from on the rock, her shadow was long but not as menacing as those that moved threw the sky. Fight? Flystar’s head tilted slightly. Hardly. This was no fight. When it came to fighting these cats were going to be stunned at what the leadress could do. But this wasn’t a time for those abilities to shine, she honestly was and had been trying to prod Goldstar into doing something, even if she decided to leave this kits here. At least starclan would know who to blame for there deaths.

Her wishkers bounced as she sighed, that wasn’t fair. It would be partly their mothers fault to. But then, it perhaps wasn’t so cold after all. Who knew? It could be warm enough crushed beneath the queen. Her body heat might be able to make up for the fridge air and ground. The long walk home would do them no good; nothing would cover their sides from the nights bite. And sickness was always a possibility. Flystar didn’t really want any harm to come to them. Had she then there would have been no reason to act. Things were going terribly to begin with – no help from her needed. So with all her good intentions in mind it was offensive that Huntstar had accused her of fighting. Or acting like and apprentice with blood thirst. Her claws stretched out and in lazily, the silver leaders comment forgotten. They couldn’t have been directed at her so she didn’t answer.

So her dark feline form still stood prone when Ghost padded up. Just seeing her move sparked Flystars frustration. She was getting sick of this. No matter what it was about her and Ghost failed to get along. For a short time now she had put the blame on herself. Being leader meant you needed to come to terms and accept other cats even if you disagreed with there opinions. This feeling between her and Ghost was more then that. The traits she had thought would help the she cat be a warrior in the beginning were proving offensive and tiring. Blazing eyes followed Ghost all the way as she marched up and spoke.

Flystar locked the warrior in her gaze, she was practically scorching Ghosts fur. Yes, she had known whatever was said wouldn’t be to her taste but this – this was completely out of bounds. That wasn’t the half of it either. You never made your leader look bad in any way at gatherings. To do so showed what little control they had. And her she was being lectured! Lectured by someone who should be her subordinate! All this was done to a greater insult by the manor in which she was spoken to. The words were burning threw her throwing up a raging fire in there path. She was angry. Angry that Ghost had dared to speak to her like this. Angry that something hadn’t been done sooner. Angry that even now she felt like giving her warrior the benefit of doubt.

No. One or the other of them was going to half to back down and Flystars posture was already slightly aggressive. The burning looking her eyes intensified as she took a step closer. Sit down Ghost. Her speech was scary. Not menacing or growling but void of emotion, soft but in no way gentle, and flat. There was a ring behind it, like some deep run emotion that never mad it from her mouth but still echoed in her words. You have over stepped your bounds. Go back to your seat. You are not invited or permitted to speak as you have here. She stepped closer so that the two were face to face and Flystar didn’t look threatened at all, she didn’t blink. One would question your loyalty Ghost. She mewed barely above a whisper. Or perhaps question your respect. I am your leader. Either live with it and follow my command and support me or leave. I have no use for a warrior that does other wise.

Then she stepped back, blank faced as she had been all along and nodded over Ghosts shoulder dismissively for her to return to her spot.

[Rascally]

Ghost had settled down but she wanted to know what was going on with the Gathering who cared about a queen and kits? Her gaze did not change when Flystar approched her. Ghosts tone had been nothing but respectful. People tend to over react and she hated it. she stared Flystar down. Ghost was not one to back down But She knew her place. She shook her head. She did not say anything She knew it was not the best time. But she flattened her ears back at Flystar. Flystar had taken a big risk taking her into her clan, But a Clan was suppose to be like Family This whole life was new to her. She could leave But that would leave her apprentice with out a mentor. she swished her tail to show that flystar had not one But that she was growing bored.

[☮iSLY]

Blazepaw watched silently as the small and rash quarrels broke out. He was not one to try and stop these things from happening, with all these words of hate coming out of she-cat's mouths, he had better not say a word to stop them.

Goldstar's brisk anger was noteable, she was the leader for StarClan's sake, she had every right to be upset with one of her warriors for coming to the gathering heavy with kits. Blazepaw didn't know that Goldstar had hidden meanings behind her harsh words directed at Whisperingcreek, but wasn't in the mood or state to see what was up with his leader.

Ears twitching, Blazepaw winced slightly as Whispercreek spat out at Goldstar.
er, my mentor was right about new queens and their attitudes... The firey tom thought as he straightened back up. He saw a white furred she-cat come up and defend Whispercreek, she smelled of ShadowClan.

well, atleast their some good shadowclan cats... He wanted to say, but only thought it. His eyes glanced down at the shivering kits, they would indeed need to be taken back, probably before the gathering ended.

Stiffining a tired sigh, Blazepaw stood still and silent as Flystar came down to address her warrior. He was curious as to the way the she-cat worded her lecture.
Is that cat not from Shadowclan...wait, is she new to the clan? Blazepaw pondered as he stared at Ghost silently, eyes misted in thought.

He kneed the ground as the tension seemed to loosen abit. "Goldstar, we must worry about this after the gathering..." He finally started to say, his voice steady as he spoke to his leader. His eyes glanced up at the moon, the clouds were still covering the glowing orb, and he hoped that they would move soon.

"I will help Whisperingcreek attend to her kits." He concluded, his tail flicking as he stared rigid, but with calm and trustful eyes at Goldstar, hoping she would calm down.

[ḞḶIṆṪ]

No movement came from the warrior she faced, no look of wrong doing entered her eyes. Thos bright blue crystals were hard and far more angry then regretful. Not a muscle cringed and she didn’t blink come face to face with her leader. Nor did she gracefully nod and take a seat or even back down, her jaw didn’t twitch to apologies. Flystar watched. She practically prayed to starclan that any one of those things be shown. It would have been some, just a little pebble, but still some indication that Ghost had the ability to know when to follow orders or when she’d crossed the line. Now that she’d been faced with a blunt and direct order under Flystars scorn and refused to listen, it was Flystar herself that felt the regret. She had wanted to trust Ghost, to believe in her as she did every other cat in her clan. But she didn’t anymore.

And as she searched Ghosts face for the smallest of signs Flystars regret grew angry again. What she asked wasn’t a complicated thing to do! It wasn’t a bad or wrong thing to request, it wasn’t even hard! But it had been ignored. Not only that but Ghost seemed angry at her and Flystar felt she had no basis for feeling that way. Any leader would act accordingly under the situation, some would have been harsher. She was forced though, to watch as directly in front of her Ghosts ears flattened back with equal scorn. Her face and manor fell into boredom past rudeness and her tail swished back and forth. And still she refused to say anything to defend herself or to try an appease her behavior. Flystar still watched, as always still half hopeful, but that diminished. Only one clear thought got threw her mind. That says it all. I don’t have any use for her.

Those words kept ringing over and over, echoing and muffling themselves in her thoughts. Now she saw no evidence against them. Her mind already doubting her past graciousness. Striking like claws she sought to right those mistakes earlier made, already knowing what needed to be done after the gathering. So be it Ghost. Flystar spoke softly, none but the two of them would hear. She sighed and shook her head as she turned away. Had they not been at a gathering and under the eyes of every warrior and apprentice not watching the kit scene, Flystar still would have acted the same way. Rarely did she actually yell out in anger, her voice didn’t get strained often. Mostly matters were dealt with privately and she had done her best with that here. A new scene unfurled before her, those unhappy thoughts she let drift away.

Recalling that the tom medicine cat had spoken, Flystar left the decision to Goldstar. She trotted past her on the way back to the great rock and leaped up under the moonlight. The light. Her orbs caught it in a halo of stars. The fingered clouds were coiling back, the dark memory they left behind was enough to keep everyone in line. Hardly glancing past the Great Rock Flystar took back her seat and waited for what would be decided. Her emotion towards the whole situation was drained, Flystar found it hard to muster up any care at all.

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

"What do you know of my past?" Goldstar growled "You had no right to come to the gathering, and you knew it." Its all my fault...all my fault...mousebrain. I am a mousebrain. "You will be punished promptly when I return to camp" as will that mousebrained deputy. "Blazepaw take anyone you need and get whisperingcreek and her kits back to camp now." Goldstar stared blazepaw down for a few heartbeats, and used her anger to dash to the great rock very quickly. She was back on top, sitting there, she forced her face to appear void of emotions. It did.

[Rascally]

Ghost Sighed and lowered her Head. For the Fact that She had not said anything Was a test for her. and it was showing that She respected her It was just GHosts way of communicating. She flicked her ears towards Flystar And she shook her head as she spook. "You obviously have not taken the time to get to know me since I have joined your Clan Forgive me if im Wrong But isnt a Clan suppose to be like a family? She looked to the Leader. "I never once showed disrespect to you" She said. "So maybe you should not be so quick to judge" She said simply. before standing up She had obeyed the Leader she had not moved back to where she had been sitting because she was not comfortable There but she had done what she asked.. She had sat down. Flystar maybe thought her actions were Disrespectful But they were really not. Ghost never once made any motions to over throw the leader. No The Leader had taken her in. "Just because i do not Say something for My actions. does not mean i automatically disrespect you" She said sitting down again.

Whisperingcreek looked at Goldstar as she hissed at her and told her she was going to be punished. She settled down and licked her kits. Ignoring the Threat. "We are not your slaves Goldstar We can make our own decisons" she said before standing up and gently picking two of the tiny kits up in her mouth. The Riverclan Warrior picked up the other Kit and She knew Blazepaw would get the last kit. and they headed back to camp at a brisk trot.

[☮iSLY]

Blazepaw blinked and looked over at where the leader of ShadowClan still sat. He couldn't make out what she had said, but he saw her mouth muscles move as if she had said something.
The silent tom wondered what would become of the white ShadowClan warrior, she didn't seem to have done anything wrong, but with the way Flystar seemed to take it, she must have.

His eyes snapped back to Goldstar as she finally spoke, her voice stern and somewhat harsh.
He stayed perfectly still as the leader addressed him, nodding slowly. Goldstar was very angry, and if he dared argue, he would probably loose an ear.

He watched her dash away, feeling still the sharp tension she left behind.
'What do you know of my past?'

That first sentence stuck in his mind as he watched after her. What had she meant? Even though he was indeed a medicine cat in training, he didn't know much about his own leader. What had happened in her past? Something good, or bad? Tragic to Goldstar perhaps? He wasn't one to get into others business....but the way Goldstar acted toward others and her clan, must be connected with whatever happened in her past.

Blazepaw would have to figure out what clouded Goldstar's mind later, he would have to help Whisperingcreek with her kits, like she had told him to do.

The young tom couldn't help but over-hear what the white ShadowClan warrior was saying to Flystar.
does this she-cat know her place in that clan? Blazepaw thought with a shudder, knowing that Flystar was a stern and determined leader, and knew not only her, but any clan leader would not be spoken to in that manner.

What the clan leader said was law, and he hoped that she-cat knew that...it might cost her time in that clan if she didn't know it soon. Getting banished from a clan was not a pleasant thing, and usually cats who were banished were ones who had...done something horrible. As in, murder, or betray a clan member.

Blazepaw blinked back to reality from his thoughts and didn't catch what else was said between leader and warrior, for he was picking up the last small kit in his jaws. He could feel their cold fur tickling his nose.
Before heading out with Whisperingcreek, he heard what the queen said. Slaves... Of course the cats in the clans weren't slaves under their leader's rule, that was not what a clan was. Everyone had to help, not just the warriors, or apprentices, even the leader had to help feed the clan. They were all slaves to life, without doing what was needed, they would all suffer.
Blazepaw didn't understand all the hostility and disrespect that was shown tonight, it wasn't like cats of their own clans to be hostile toward each other. He had to agree with what the name-less ShadowClan she-cat said....They were all like a family, and every family member had to help out, in order for that clan to strive. But of course, rules had to be in place for a family, their had to be a leader, and their had to be consequences for wrong doings. That's why the warrior code was created, without it, chaos was sure to emerge.

Feeling the kit he held by the scruff shivering, Blazepaw picked up the pace at following the angry queen home.
These kits need a warm nursery. He thought, his steps brisk as he headed out of the gathering place.

ooc: this scene with blazepaw helping take back the kits didn't happen while the apprentice gathering went on. xP just clearing that up to save up the confusion....

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

Goldstar decided to go first this gathering. She stepped forward and spoke, with a calm voice. "Thunderclan has been doing well, we have new kits and apprentices. We have nothing to report" except disobedient queens. She stepped back, and motioned for another leader to go. She hoped the gathering would be over soon. She had to do something about that deputy...

[sandstar7]

At the flick of Goldstar`s tail, Huntstar padded forward."All is well in Riverclan", she said,"We have a new litter of kits, and Jetfur has become Lemonpaw`s mentor." She stepped back and motioned for another leader to come forth and report.

[Rascally]

Brookgaze had helped the Queen get her kits back to the Thunderclan Camp, And into the nice warm nursery And she quickly made her way back to the Gathering. Just intime to hear her Leader finishe saying how everything is fine in RiverCLan She smiled and settled down Of course Riverclan had new kits. The Queen Honeyhawk had had a Litter of Three. And then another Queen was expecting. She settled down on her rump and waited for another leader to speak

((Ok WhisperingCreek is Back At Camp and The Nursery))

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

Goldstar waited impatiently for the last two leaders to speak so she could get back to camp and take care of her duties. She had so much she needed to do, she needed to think about it all, badly. She sighed. 2 down 2 to go. She did not let her tail move. Her ears where pricked. Her eyes open. She wanted to swish her tail, to pin her ears back, to narrow her eyes.