JANUARY 2013 GATHERING

[JOLIE]

jolie will make this pretty when she gets back from class. c:

thunderclan
riverclan
shadowclan
windclan

that's the order the clans will arrive in. if one member doesn't post from the clan in a day, move on to the next clan. once all of the clans are assembled, mingle amongst yourselves for 2-3 posts (per cat.. like you're holding a conversation or whatever) and then the leaders will address news. (in the order they entered the gathering) once the windclan leader has spoken, she will dismiss the gathering. c:

it's really cold out tonight, but the sky is relatively clear of cloud cover.

[WILDSTAR]

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Claws dug deep into the coarse skin on the fallen log, gripping on to small crevices within the tree bark at every step. She stared down at each pawstep ahead of her, fully concentrated on the next step. She hated crossing this tree, especially now in leaf-bare, when the frozen frost made it harder to hold on to the log and keep her balance. After a few steps onto the tree, she motioned for the rest of her party to follow with her tail. She wasn't sure if any other Clan had arrived yet, but she doubted it, seeing as most of the loose snow on the log seemed untouched as of yet. She wondered why they had to cross this damn log anyway, seeing as the river around the island was frozen solid. But she liked to enter the Gatherings traditionally, and it wasn't like the ice wasn't just as slippery and hard to walk across either.

After a few slips and a couple of close calls, which would've sent her crashing onto the frozen ice below, Wildstar leaped down onto the frosted ground, the bottom half of her legs sinking into the snow as she landed. She breathed a sigh of relief as she waded through the snow a few paces before looking back to make sure all of her Clanmates got across the log safely. As the last cat jumped down from the log, she arched her tail over her back in a sign to proceed to the snow-covered clearing.

And so ThunderClan was the first to arrive to this moon's Gathering.

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this is the dawning of the rest of our lives

[NIGHTPELT]

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[CINDERPELT]

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[style=font-family:satisfy; font-size:24px; text-align:center; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:-50px;]white knuckles and sweaty palms[/style][style=width:460px; background-color:#Ffffff; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; padding:10px;][style=border:5px solid #8CDD81; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:20px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; -moz-border-bottom-right-radius:20px; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; padding:10px;]The journey to The Island was an uneventful one. Trudging through deep snow and clambering over patches of ice, Cinderpelt had designated herself the caboose when they left camp. She'd wanted to personally make sure that their two apprentices made it through the trek well, though she didn't make it obvious. Keeping pace three mouse-lengths behind the two at all times, she'd kept her eyes on their surroundings instead of pinned on their tiny paws. For all their fluffy fur and short limbs though, Hawkpaw and Toadpaw were sturdy, she would give them that. They needed no nudges nor "are you alright?"s; they clambered through deep snow and across ice patches with the stubbornness of a badger, the bravery of an eagle. They were strong, though they were young, and Cinderpelt was proud.

Rising out of the white night the island rose, bare tree limbs ominous against the star-lit sky. StarClan was among them tonight, their glorious reaches shown in the clarity of the stars and the brightness of the moon above them. They welcomed their Clans to the Gathering on good terms, and that in itself brought energy to Cinderpelt's body. She leaped forward through the snow as they neared the log bridge, passing Hawkpaw and Toadpaw and even Smokeclaw. She had crossed this log more times than she'd like to count, and she hopped eagerly aboard just as she had her first time. Strong claws gripped the frozen bark, and her tail rose as her ears turned back, belying her confident impression. She was nervous, but more for the meeting of the Clans than this simple crossing.

"Smokeclaw. Pass behind the apprentices. Keep them steady?" she ordered asked over her shoulder, eyes finding the large tom as her clear voice rang out. She was the Deputy, but she preferred asking of things than demanding they be done. She'd never been comfortable giving out orders like Wildstar did, but she still had an amount of respect in her Warriors. They did as she asked simply because she asked, which worked out just as well. She crossed the log with a few stumbles, and tumbled off in a more playful version of Nightpelt's fall. She rolled next to the Medicine Cat, popping her head out of the snow with a sharp giggle, the snow coating her thicker than water. "I give it an eight, Nightpelt. Your form was great," she joked to cheer the kind she-cat.

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