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StarClan
 Posted: Apr 1 2018, 07:25 PM
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Though Newleaf had begun some time ago, and thus begun ushering in a new season of prosperity for the clans, most of them were still dealing with the lingering effects of the brutal Leafbare. Snow and ice had kept their wintry hold over the clans, only finally relenting to warmer temperatures and budding greenery in the past few sunrises. Though it was too early to say for sure, it appeared that the Clans could finally look forward to a lush couple of moons.

Of course, where else could they show off their new fortunes than at the Gathering? It was the warmest it had been in moons as the silvery sphere began to make its way into the night sky, ethereal light finding new flowers poking up from beneath the soft ground. The river gurgled calmly, the torrents of moons past now lowered as if to allow all the Clans to make their way safely to the Gathering. And what a Gathering it would be.
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 Posted: Apr 1 2018, 08:14 PM
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ENEMIES SURROUND ME BUT THE WORST APPEAR AS FRIENDS
Whoever appealed to the law against their fellow man was either a fool or a coward. Whoever was unable to take care of themselves without that law was both. The law he would rather follow was that if he had attacked anybody, and they lived, he would allow them a chance to strike back. If they were killed or defeated twice over, there was no mercy to be had.

Shadows twitching in his wake, the Maine Coon arrived well early. He bore many signs of damage and conflict - a previously-broken jaw, healed crooked. A kinked tail, having not quite recovered. A deep cut along the side of his face, freshly scarred. This was a beast of war, and not one who seemed to shy from any conflict. But he had his honor.

So he came early. Six wasn't scared of the conflict to come, but he wasn't going to relish in the thrill constantly. It was better to get it out of the way early. So he sat at the base of the stone, emerald green eyes dark and filled with a certain gleam. This person was dangerous, but there was a light to him that hinted that his ire was not something freely given, but earned. And there he sat, dog tooth-reinforced claws gleaming in the moonlight.

"Let them come."

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 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 07:10 AM
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It hardly felt like a moon had passed since the last Gathering. The turn of a moon had passed in the span of a blink, even though things had been quiet and a little boring through it all. Ravenstar was glad for it, even as he wondered where the days had gone when he relished excitement, longed for spilled blood, would have died for adventure. What did it say about who he was becoming that he looked forward to easy, peaceful times? StarClan, he was turning soft. He didn't think it was leadership that was changing him, though. No, the true culprit was fatherhood.

Everything was different now that he had five - six, if you counted the squirrel pup Cloudstorm had guiltily brought home - kits of his own. Four daughters and a son, all growing up too fast for Ravenstar to keep up. One moment they were deaf and blind, nursing noisily at Lightpaw's belly, and now they were walking (running), talking (swearing, in Peatkit's case) and getting into all sorts of mischief that made Ravenstar's skin crawl with worry.

It was probably divine justice for all the terrifying moments he'd put his own parents through, few and far between as those were.

Ravenstar's steps were much more confident and assured as he led his clan down the path toward the hollow. All was quiet as he paused at the crest of the hill to look down at Fourtrees, mildly surprised to find that ShadowClan was the first to arrive. Blinking slowly, a tiny satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth, Ravenstar waved his tail to signal for his clan to continue.

They were halfway down the slope before he realized ShadowClan wasn't entirely alone. A lone cat sat in the shadow of the Great Rock, his impressive stature no longer obscured from view by the massive boulder the clan leaders used as a perch. Whisking his tail in a similar signal to stop, Ravenstar glanced sideways at Nevermoor. "Wait here," he murmured to his deputy.

No clan scent clung to the cat who sat alone, and he certainly was no face Ravenstar remembered. It was unlikely, in any event, that any of the clan cats would arrive ahead of their clans - it was uncustomary, though not against the rules, and never happened. With that in mind, Ravenstar approached on slow, cautious steps, but his expression held none of the same reservations as his steps. Nor did his posture: shoulders squared, ears erect, he was the perfect example of a strong, foreboding leader.

Ravenstar's gold-yellow eyes narrowed to thin slits, fixed on the unfamiliar tom-cat. It was clear, even at first glance, that the stranger was no young, untested cat. He bore the signs of a hard life all over his body. The crooked jaw was the most obvious thing about him, followed quickly by the fresh scar cutting jaggedly across his face. Both drew Ravenstar's eye immediately, before he shifted his attention to the rest of the scars that criss-crossed and slashed across Six's broad body and read almost like a map.

Stopping a few tail-lengths away, Ravenstar regarded the Maine Coon with undisguised distrust. "I'm gonna go ahead and bet you don't belong here, stranger. This is no place for a rogue."


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 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 01:15 PM
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"Y'lost?"


The new Thunderclan deputy was not a small creature, and though Dusty wasn't known for his aggression (rather, he was known for his lack thereof), there was something about the body language of the dog-tooth wearing cat that screamed edgy and ill-advised to him. The coyote huffed at the outstretched claws - dog teeth were pretty damn dull compared to cat claws, and he knew that they had an entirely different function to them. So someone was trying to prove something.

Still, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ravenstar, glancing deferently towards the leader as though waiting for him to make a move. Coyote though he may be, Dusty was respectful towards those ranked higher than him (and to others in general) and he would let the leaders feel out the situation first.
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 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 01:23 PM
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It wasn't that Supernatural was particularly interested in the gathering, but she tended to move apart from her clan if only because she was a strong and independent medicine cat who yadda-yadda-yadda. She was sulking and avoiding her father and friends, and in turn, she spotted Six and immediately widened her eyes in surprise. Well... hell.

"What the hell is this?"

She grumbled out of her now-crooked jaw, the result of an attempt on her life since Six's disappearance. Her shock eased almost immediately into narrow eyed suspicion, especially considering her sort-of-romantic-interest's views on clan politics (something she generally brushed off and considered to be a byproduct of his lone-wolf style theatrics).

"Six? What are you doing here?"

To be honest, she thought he might have been dead. The thought wasn't an entirely pleasant one, but the fact of the matter was that he was violent and oftentimes dangerous - having even attacked her on one occasion. The disfigured medicine cat figured he had finally bitten off more than he could chew and choked on his arrogance. Apparently not.

She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

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 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 02:43 PM
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So. Shadowclan was the first to arrive. The scent of the marsh rolled down the hill to him, and he took his first breath, calm and steely. It was by some luck that the clouds hadn't yet gathered to cut him off from the gathering, but that was good. He had much to do tonight. And any way this happened, he felt he'd win. So he regarded Ravenstar with cold fury, restrained but always present.

Rogue. Yes, that was fitting. "I belong where I choose to. But I am here to offer a resolution." His long tail swept behind him as he stood, corded muscles tensing and coming to bear as he turned, looking at the others who gathered. "I am not one to hide in the shadows. If I have wronged any of you or your clan, I offer a chance at revenge. Tonight, and tonight alone."

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 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 11:45 PM
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Hollowpaw had been tailing his mother, clinging to her heels as RiverClan traversed toward the Moonstone - a path he had not yet traveled, and therefore one he walked with immense anxiety. He may have been a newly-appointed apprentice, assigned a strong-willed and understanding mentor, Skippingstone, who had done a wonderful job of teaching him thus far, and yet he guiltily still clung to Supernatural for emotional support. Part of him wished he had become her apprentice - he knew plenty of the medicinal field from studying her work, was soothed by the idea of taking care of lives rather than harming others - and yet the other part of him had wanted to become a warrior for the sake of strengthening his weak stomach and dispersing of his fearful tendencies. Opticpaw was blind, and yet she was far braver than he - and he wanted to prove to her, and his mother, that he was capable of protecting his clan.

As he slunk his way into the clearing, he hardly took notice of the formidable scenery - instead, he was immediately drawn to the presence of an unfamiliar cat near the great rock, his collar studded with teeth - a sight which had his blood running cold. His mother had once had her teeth torn from her jaws in such a violent fashion that left her jaw permanently twisted - was this what they had done with them? The young apprentice's sea green eyes blew wide at the sight of Six, glancing up nervously at Supernatural as she seemed to recognize him. If his mother knew him and addressed him in such a casual fashion, he couldn't have been that bad...but the way he spoke had Hollowpaw's gut churning uneasily. He hung back, tail bristling slightly in fear as he watched Ravenstar and presumably the ThunderClan deputy - a dog? - confront the stranger.

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 Posted: Apr 2 2018, 11:54 PM
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It had been a while since she had attended the gathering. Ever since having met the ThunderClan coyote that had thrust her headfirst into an episode of post-traumatic stress, she had been reluctant to return - however, she figured it was unavoidable at this point, knowing she would have to attend the gatherings if she were to continue to be part of WindClan. She walked the well-trodden path with heavy pawsteps, clearly anxious the meeting that awaited. She briefly cast a glance back at the rest of her clan as they approached the meeting place and it was with a shaky inhale that she pushed her way through the thin shrubbery that lined the clearing.

Dusty was the first thing she saw - looming ominously over the ShadowClan and ThunderClan cats that had already arrived. The hard, suspicious look on the canine's face spiked her heartbeat in brief panic - however, as a round, olive-green stare lowered, she was alarmed to see a stranger lingering at the base of the great rock, shrouded in the massive shadow cast by the light of the full moon. The morbid studding of the tom's collar immediately suggested BloodClan - a concept that brought both fear and suspicion to the molly - and instead of confronting him like the others, she hung back, gaze flicking nervously from one individual to the next.

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 Posted: Apr 3 2018, 02:50 PM
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Yet again Wolfstrike came to a gathering standing as Skyclan's deputy, yet again he was present as a superior from his people but today he did not stand with the glory he once held and the power of an unfazed brute. His eyes were dull and lids as heavy as his heart. There was a great burden upon the man's shoulder for a severe loss has struck him - the loss of an entire litter of kittens. His greatest dream stripped from his paws and buried in the soil of his home, gone but never forgotten. The wound was so fresh that he still ached and he arrived silently, his focus settled on the ground as others were aware of Six who was present at the gathering. It was a man he did not know and therefore he did not care.

He stood back - an onlooker with a sombre air.

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 Posted: Apr 3 2018, 09:47 PM
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"Six..."

Nat mumbled at the image of someone whom she had - well, she wouldn't spell out their relationship, especially with her son trailing behind her. Six and she hadn't been anything with a label, that was certain, and the last she'd seen him, she'd been pregnant with the now apprenticed children she had left. The resolution on his face was interesting, and there was that part of her that existed still that was somewhat attracted to the standoffish arrogance of the Maine Coon.

Dammit Supes. Get your shit together.

"If you're looking for a fight, you're in the wrong damn place. This is a peaceful gathering. Take your manifesto and find somewhere else to feed into your ego."

She was sharp, but they were both sharp. They had always been. Hell, the first time they met each other, he'd thrown her against a tree.

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another moon, another meeting. burnout was long used to the cut and dry sharing of news and fellowship of the clans' monthly hangout under the full moon. the past moon had seemed to rocket and crawl by all at once and honestly, the serval wasn't exactly sure whether he was passing the time or whether it was passing him.

not that it really mattered much, he guessed. the moon had rewarded riverclan with a new home and they were settling in... nicelyish, all things considered, so if there was a bit of pep to the deputy's step as he arrived, loping a few tail lengths behind super, then that was why.

shadowclan had arrived apparently. windclan and skyclan and thunder too, judging by the other scents in the air. them and someone else. the scent was familiar but burnout couldn't remember from where. though as he stepped into the hollow, he recognised the cat it belonged to instantly as his stare landed on the muscled intruder.

the wildcat curled his lip, loosing an annoyed growl as he hung back. "not this asshole again."burn muttered under his breath as super spoke to the maine coon. realistically, he had more than a few scores to settle with six, but this was not the time nor the place and to be quite honest, burn couldn't be bothered.

he could only hope the scarred tom dashed back off to wherever the fuck he'd come from and left them alone to have their meeting in peace.


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This would be the hairless toms first gathering as deputy. Truth be told Nevermoor had done all he could to avoid gatherings specifically. Not wanting to face the members of his old clan. Even after the traumatic experience that left him branded with colorful two-leg items the guilt of WindClan never seemed to be surpassed. He would need to move on, especially now and face them with pride.

His encounter with Spottedlegs still left the toms heart skipping several beats, never in a million years did he think he would get to lay eyes on her again. He had tried desparetly to convince her to stay, but each of them were torn by their loyalties. Nevermoor felt distant again. Like he had been last time he left.

Ravenstars voice cause Nevermoor to break his trance and focus. Three eyes narrowed into slits seeing the trespasser sitting by the grey rock. His spine prickled but Nevermoor remained still, nodding at Ravenstars command and staying back with the rest of the clan. The scene unfolding was imteresting, but Nevermoor had no desire to get involved unless he needed to.

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The lean brown tom looked down at the clan cats from one of the four trees. Their meeting had woken him up from a nap. Then he remembered hearing his friend Shadesong tell him about these clans...now he was curious...how would they react if he got down? He slid down the tree with ease and sat, waiting for the clan cat's reactions. 'This should be fun...' He gave a smile.
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 Posted: Apr 5 2018, 08:02 AM
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Ravenstar stiffened when Dusty padded closer, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a united front against the strange tom-cat sitting across from them. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the ThunderClan deputy, so it wasn't that he was surprised... Dusty was just a lot bigger than he remembered. Had he always been so large? But unlike RiverClan, ShadowClan's dealings with dogs were few and far between. Unlike some of the other clans, he had no complaint about the coyote. ThunderClanners were bleeding hearts, the lot of them, but they were of the good sort - if Silverstar trusted Dusty, then Ravenstar could sleep soundly knowing the canine wouldn't turn on them in the night.

Not that he'd have to worry about it if he did. ShadowClan lived a whole forest away, cut off from the rest of the clans by a thunderpath.

It was startling, too, to see Dusty blink expectantly at Ravenstar - turning to him for guidance, for word on how to handle the situation. Yet another aspect of leadership that still made Ravenstar's fur stand on end, that made him toss and turn in his nest at night as sleep evaded him yet again. Confident as he appeared, the ebony tom-cat was nowhere close to feeling the slick confidence he wore like a second skin.

The stranger's arrogance rankled just as much as his ominous, unspoken threats. Ravenstar didn't bother to hide his aggression behind cold eyes and calm words: he bared his teeth in a blatant snarl, a low growl building in the back of his throat to punctuate his point. The other tom rose on steady paws, and standing he was considerably larger than Ravenstar - but larger didn't mean better. Larger meant clumsier, and more places to strike. If this stupid rogue thought he could simply strut into clan territory - neutral though it may be, fourtrees and all the land surrounding it was most certainly belonged to the clans - without suffering the consequences he was stupider than he looked.

"You belong wherever the fuck I say you do, maggot. And you certainly don't belong here."

He was already outnumbered. After ThunderClan arrived RiverClan, and as Supernatural slid from the shadows to join them his eyes snapped to her, narrowing suspiciously. "You know this cat?" His question was answered a heartbeat later when the RiverClan medicine cat turned on the tom - Six. "The fuck is this guy, Supernatural?"


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RiverClan


The commotion at the Great Rock drew Hollowstar's attention immediately. His path already set, it didn't take long for the long-legged tom to reach the throng of cats standing in a rough half-circle around Six.

The Maine Coon was an unfamiliar cat, nobody Hollowstar had ever met before - but it was clear someone had. His eyes snapped to Supernatural, widening slightly in faint surprise at the familiarity between his daughter and Six.

Hollowstar didn't trust this cat in the least. It was clear, even at first glance, that he was there to cause trouble. Non-clan cats simply didn't show up at Fourtrees. The rogues and loners that lived in the unclaimed stretches of land between clan territory knew well enough to leave Fourtrees and the neutral ground surrounding it alone. Especially on gathering nights. Unlike Ravenstar, though, he was less inclined to an aggressive approach unless otherwise provoked. Arrogant and threatening as he was. Six was severely outnumbered. There was little he could do, surrounded by so many cats - domestic, wildcat, and even canine.

His eyes flicked sideways to where Hollowpaw hovered in his mother's shadow. It was instinct to slide closer, angling his body to keep his grandson out of sight from the scarred stranger. "What do you want, Six? This is not the place nor the time - say your piece and be gone."


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