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Post by frosty on Jun 16, 2010 15:41:11 GMT -5
Fallowfoot's gaze was locked on the PineClanners, flitting back and forth like an adder preparing to dart forward and strike its killing blow. She was just watching for no particular reason. No, that was a lie. Fallowfoot was watching their every move, but she knew she wouldn't go over to them. If one approached her, she would be polite but not friendly. After all, Miststar had decreed they were not to have relations in PineClan. A strange mew surprised her, making the she-cat flinch. A long shudder passed through the length of her body, only coming to a halt when she realized it was only a tomcat.
"Ello, miss, art thou looking at zurr sinners over thurr? If'n thou art, Izen be in agreement, zey ish most troublesome and worrying, nurr?"
Drawing in a sharp breath, the taste that bathed her tongue was MeadowClan. Fallowfoot didn't recognize him, but he seemed decent, though his mew was quite... er, different. She could hardly understand a word he uttered, but she managed to pick out the just of his speech. Though talking back to him would feel rather awkward, given the circumstances. But Fallowfoot atleast appreciated his confidence to walk up to her and engage conversation. Waxing her eyes to their full circumference, she returned the friendly light-toned greeting with her own.
"Good evening," Fallowfoot purred. "Yes, those filthy PineClanners strut around the clearing like they own it. Very troublesome and worrying, indeed." The ginger she-cat paused, flicking her tail through the night atmosphere briefly. "By the way, I'm Fallowfoot. And you are...?" She left the question hanging in midair. Fallowfoot knew better then to delve into a conversation nose-first and introduce her name before he did, but good manners were relevant if one wished to rally up support. Perhaps befriending this MeadowClan tom could work to her advantage in the future.
Another voice suddenly pierced her ears.
"Oh my goodness! The tragedy! The signs! Have you seen? Doom is upon us! We're all going to die, soon! What a horrible day is this!"
Fallowfoot pressed her ears flat against her head, drawing her lip back as she turned to the disruptive tom, simply startled by his sudden yowl. Immediately, she recognized the StreamClan elder, Kitewhisker. Swallowing dismissively, Fallowfoot turned back to the heavy-accented tom.
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Post by Rolo on Jun 18, 2010 12:59:20 GMT -5
((Please be careful guys. Fogclan have come to the gathering in peace and they are not looking to be hostile or to start a fight. They are being polite, even to Pineclanners, and they're trying to establish themselves without giving themselves a bad name right away.
I'll allow the posts already put, but please try and tone it down. If your FC cat is going to speak badly about another clan, make sure they do it quietly and subtly and show some awareness that it might not be the right thing to say.))
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Post by Whiskers on Jun 24, 2010 19:32:41 GMT -5
Goosefur
Goosefur nearly jumped clean out of her fur when the apprentice appeared from behind, only to snake around her. Where had that cat come from? She looked around, as if she expected to see a trick hole in the ground where cats were sneaking up from. Of course that was silly. She was silly. But still! Goosefur had been so concentrated on looking for her friends that she hadn't even scented the small she-cat!
The shock died down as Goosefur calmed herself and tried to actually pay attention to the she-cat in front of her. It was strange, being talked to like this. She had never been approached by anyone, let alone an apprentice. Apprentices tended to stick together. But not this one, clearly. This one was...different. This "Juncopaw" was not the usual, which interested Goosefur and she perked her ears, tuning into what Juncopaw was saying.
What a strange question. It amused Goosefur and she immediately began to giggle girlishly, though she managed to strangle the giggle before it became a full-blown laugh. "Sorry," she said with a squeak. "I just-- you-- you sorta remind me of...me. What a question to ask, y'know? It's definitely an icebreaker though. No awkward "how's the prey runnin'" here. Oh, I'm Goosefur," she added and quickly realized she was babbling like a nervous idiot in front of an apprentice for Starclan's sake. She really was silly.
"And...hm... my favorite thing to look at..."
Her mind jumped to a place that surprised her: Loonstep. She blinked as his face appeared in front of her-- well, not face, his body. His body crouched and concentrated, his eyes serious and unmoving. It was Loonstep thinking. She smiled at the image and she chuckled at herself again.
"I like watching on of my friend's think. It's really...nice. What about you, Juncopaw? What do you like looking at?"
Gingerstar
The Gathering was getting boring. Gingerstar hadn't found much conversation with the leaders tonight; everyone had wanted to know about Owlstar and Mistpelt refused to say anything, which led to a stop in conversation. Gingerstar never did talk much, but she was uncomfortable with this silence, clearly tense, with emotions lying just under the surface, along with unanswered questions. It was like something was going to explode. And it made Gingerstar uneasy.
She wanted to pace, but that would draw attention. Her own clan would wonder what had their leader so upset. So she sat, stock still, eyes skipping from cat to cat. She was curious over a few conversations she saw. Crowpaw speaking with a new apprentice, rather than clinging to the side of the Fogclan medicine cat. Her own deputy conversing with Volepelt. And in the back, her eyes caught side of Harepaw getting pushed around by another Fogclan brat, but Harepaw was putting up with it.
This Gathering was unusual and, she felt, potentially dangerous. She wanted to get it over with.
She turned to her fellow leaders, but her eyes mostly stayed on Cedarstar and Cloudstar's faces. "I'm thinking we should start early," she said, hiding her jitters well with a worried glance up to the sky. "It may rain soon and I do not want to drag back a bedraggled group of wet Pineclanners." [/size]
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Post by glowlynose on Jun 26, 2010 1:06:21 GMT -5
Crowpaw [/color][/font] Crowpaw found himself using every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep himself from fleeing the malevolent-looking (literally, his amber eyes seemed to burn with all the fires of the Pit) FogClan apprentice. Something gave him the impression that the unnamed tom had not simply come over for light conversation. He came over to get an ego boost, most likely. The brown tom was definitively more muscular than the two medicine cat apprentices, and his burning eyes sneered at everybody they touched - everybody, that is, except for Mistpelt. When the tabby apprentice happened to let his gaze wander towards the ivory-and-grey she-cat, a reverence sparked in those eyes, and his face softened, if only just a bit. He obviously held Mistpelt in a high regard. That... well, that couldn't mean anything good about the she-cat.
His face contracted in thought. Mistpelt had taken over FogClan, that much he knew for sure. Finchpaw had told him that tasty little bit of secrecy. The question had still remained, though, in Crowpaw's mind: what kind of leader would Mistpelt be? She'd thrown off the Code completely, which didn't speak much about her good qualities. And if this stranger looked at her with admiration in his eyes... this she-cat surely spelled doom for the Code. Unless someone could stop her.
Well, the first step in that would be by the refusal to call her by her rightful leader's name. Crowpaw decided then and there that he would never sink so low as to give this Code-breaker the honor of bearing -star at the end of her name. It would be the ultimate sign of submission. Crowpaw was not going to submit to either of those FogClanners.
"You'll be just fine, Swanpaw. Don't worry. I can stay with you if you like." There. Now the horrible FogClan apprentice knew that if he wanted to tangle, he'd have to tangle with both of them. Not that they would actually get in a fight, of course. They would lose, and what's more, Crowpaw would never be allowed at a Gathering again. Maybe if he started off being nice to the apprentice, it wouldn't be so bad. He could handle being nice. The bigger tom was just intimidating was all. Nothing he couldn't handle.
"So, how's your day been?" he chirped at the FogClanner, a bright smile bringing his face back to its natural state.Firefang[/font][/color] Firefang's ears perked up. Soft pawsteps were making their way towards him, or, at least, that's what it sounded like. Somebody was coming to talk to him. Now why would they want to do that? Why would anybody want to talk to a cat who was terrified to talk to them? It didn't make any sense.
Then again, he supposed, maybe they didn't know that he was scared out of his wits right now. Perhaps they thought he was a spy from out of the clans, or just a lonely clanner crouching on the edge of the throng. That wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he could salvage some of his dignity before they arrived. Firefang sat up straight, rolled his shoulders back, and plastered a standard Gathering expression on his face. That should do the job credibly.
"Oh. Hello, No-ears." Praise be to StarClan that the cat who approached him was a member of his own clan! He didn't know what he would have done if he'd been made to talk to a member of another clan, from a different territory, full of cats that he didn't know. No-ears was a tom he respected. He could handle this. Nothing would upset the clan elder, not even if the younger tom suddenly snapped into his father's callous demeanor. PineClan Elders were strong and stoic and wise, just like Gingerstar.
"I find comfort in the fact that it's you who has chosen to speak to me, instead of, say, a FogClanner. That she-cat over there would be particularly unpleasant to hold a conversation with, considering that she seems to think that PineClanners are the scourge of the forest." He spoke in a hushed tone, so as not to draw Fallowfoot's attention, and motioned briefly toward her with his tail.
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Post by Pyro on Jul 1, 2010 14:23:36 GMT -5
AsepenheartAspenheart barely flinched at Volepelt's casual mentioning of StarClan, though inwardly he would have preferred if they had been left out of the conversation entirely. StarClan's existence was debatable at best, and if hey did exist, he certainly didn't want the blessing of a bunch of Will-sucking dead. For a moment he briefly feared the conversation would turn into a religious debate, more or less because it was very hard for him not to want to disagree with Volepelt outloud. Not to tell him that he could keep StarClan's blessings to himself. But he held his tongue somehow, perhaps because if he didn't then he might lose the careful control he was settling into and that would be-The tom quelled his building misgivings that everything would turn religious once and for all. Volepelt was a FogClanner. Such a greeting must be as natural to them as breathing air, odd though it may seem to a PineClanner. It wasn't an invitation to start a debate. It was no more than a friendly hello. Besides, Gatherings were times of peace and respect, not confrontation and feuding. He was just over-reacting.
He smiled slightly as Volepelt asked how PineClan was doing. It was abrupt...but at least he seemed to be making an effort to continue the conversation. Aspenheart briefly considering using his own words against him...but no. Why be snarky when there wasn't much harm in telling the straight truth? PineClan was doing quite well. Newleaf had been increasingly kind to them...and they had added a strong new fighter to their ranks.
'Well, not yet...' the deputy reminded himself. There were still some knots to untie.
"PineClan is flourishing with newleaf. But I suppose tha' is to be expected. This is the season of renewal af'er all." Harepaw-NOT DONE-
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Post by Spec on Jul 10, 2010 21:20:48 GMT -5
Ever as stoic as she was walking into the Gathering settling herself among the lesser blessed, and awaited for an opportunity to speak, her ears flickered to the side, her senses keen to the fluttering side conversations transpiring around the clearing. As if keeping clanmates under control wasn't enough, she had to worry about the reactions of the leaders, who wouldn't take to her news as enthusiastically as she wished. How easy it would be, if they would just lie down and submit to Starclans will, then her job would be fluid and smooth, not jagged and hindered by rebellion as she understood by her constant dreams of warning and potential deciet. She had her work cut out for her. As she eyes swept over the clearing, she spotted her most trusted disciples, spacing off and speaking to new faces, some lighthearted and managing a feinting smile for those sin loving Pineclanners. A gentle smile rose upon her cheeks for a small, disregarding second, a moment of motherly weakness; her chosen made all the difference, comforting the crowd and making this gathering seem as plain and simple as it should, without the need for suspicions. Most were curious, however, catching the few glares and predictable glances of wonder and ponderous cats, especially the young and elderly. Nodding somberly towards Gingerstar's words as she encouraged one of them to step forward to begin announcements, Miststar translated it into an invitation for Fogclan to speak first. As it should always do and will do at future Gatherings. Tail flipping to the side, she stepped forward, feeding off the pairs of eyes that were glued to her ivory frame long before she spoke. “Fogclan has much news to share. I, renamed Miststar by Starclan, have hereby inherited Fogclan by our ancestors. Owlstar...is no longer with us. She has been cast out of favor with Starclan, and revealed her to be a traitor to her clan. We have exiled her from our land. She is dangerous, and I would advise all clans to promptly drive her away if sighted. Fogclan has been healing fast, we grow stronger every day. Prey is now plentiful and easy to find, and the water runs freely down in our territory.”
OOC: please, please, PLEASE tell me if anything needs editing! I wanna get this just right. P:
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