Heeding Ashenmane's words, Molefur felt a little thrill of panic when Shadestorm skipped out, running ahead of him. "Wait for me!" He shouted, feeling rather kittish himself, if not for the panic, as he raced the she-cat out of camp. He didn't want her to run into something dangerous on her own...
Ravenstar waited as his warriors organized themselves and prepared for their respective duties. He watched Shadestorm and Molefur bound out of camp with mild interest. Usually he would have been amused by their kit-like energy, but heaviness had worked its way to the forefront of his mind. He felt as if his body was only hanging from his bones, weak and immovable. This Gathering had strong implications; tonight might mark the end of a long time of peace. Ravenstar regretted that he had not thought to rest before the journey -- he could have used one, since by the end of all of this he would have been up an entire day.
The only thing he could do was summon his strength as best he could. Noticing that his Clanmates were eating before setting out, he decided he should follow suit. He walked over to the groundhog and took a few solemn bites, not feeling any appetite in light of current events. Ravenstar managed to force down his share and guessed that it was probably sufficient for the trip. He stood and turned, finding himself looking at Ashenmane.
"Lead the way?"
Ravenstar glanced at Rosestripe and Ratnose, then nodded to his deputy. "If we are all ready, then it's time."
Ravenstar flicked his tail and padded toward the camp exit, although he halted right before disappearing through it. "I think we will cross through CreekClan territory by way of Pebble Beach on our way to Brightrock." he quickly informed his Clanmates. He gave a last glance around the camp and then upward at the full moon, frowning a bit. There was certainly some anxiety creeping up his paws, but he figured he'd get that settled before they arrived at Brightrock. He blinked and then was gone, swiftly leaping into the dark forest that surrounded the camp. (Ravenstar exits)
Ratnose gave a shrug of his pale skinned shoulders. It seemed he would have to attend the great social meeting. In truth, he didn't really mind. It was a cultural experience if anything. It also didn't hurt to be up to date with all the Clan problems if they had any.
The tom rose to his paws and padded to Ashenmane's side. He waited for their little party to leave camp and march their way to the gathering. When Ravenstar gave his instructions. Ratnose nodded his head and began to follow the younger black tom.
After listening to Ravenstar‘s speech, the tabby was inwardly a tad bitter that he wasn’t one of the cat’s chosen to go. While the gatherings were mediocre in themselves, it was more interesting than hanging around the territory all day. He wanted to know what was going to happen. Yarrowfang tried to imagine what the gathering would be like, and what their leader would say to the gathered cats. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to sneak away.
The tabby honestly wasn’t worried about the Nestclanners, however. After all, how much damage could they really do? “They’re just Day-Warriors…” He muttered, resting his chin on his paws. After the chosen cats had left for the gathering, he found himself twitching his tail restlessly. Now what?
Ashenmane twitched her tail as she gestured at Rosestripe, encouraging the other female to go ahead of her in following the others. She would bring up the rear, just in case, as they headed out - as she was a massive force to be reckoned with. Sure, they were going on their way for a peaceful chat with their clan-mates, but there were still plenty of dangerous creatures out at night.
Rosestripe looked to Ashenmane and her leader as they spoke briefly, only giving one brief glance towards Shadestorm and Molefur as they bounded off before returning her gaze. Sure, she had a good head on her shoulders, was brave if not a bit playful, but she found that any mentions of Starclan made her feel weak and small and not so brave and confident as she usually was. She hated the feeling, despised it even. Inadequacy fluttered through her mind as Ravenstar padded forward, flinching out of his way as he bounded into the forest.
Ratnose followed soon after, and after a pressing gesture from Ashenmane, she went after, shakily leaping into the underbrush after a slew of anxious glances from side to side. Her legs felt numb and her heart beat much too fast, and while she wanted to distract herself with thoughts of Nestclan,Nashe kept going back to how close she would have to be to Starclan at the gathering.
Suddenly Yarrowfang found himself all alone in the middle of camp. Everything seemed to be calm except for the endless nighttime sounds, and the minutes dragged by like the cleaning of a nest. The tabby was not tired, he knew he would not be able to sleep until he was told what happened at the gathering, and he knew it would be a long time before they got back. Ugh. Boring.
The cats chosen to go to the had already departed, Molefur and Shadestorm were probably frolicking in the woods somewhere…heck, he knew those two were definitely into each other. He had no intentions of getting anywhere close to them - especially since the thought of seeing any sort of romancing repulsed him. At the thought, the fur on his spine spiked horribly. Feeling more restlessness than before, Yarrowfang jumped to his feet. Since the clan was away, now was the perfect opportunity for him to have some adventure. Maybe he could finally hunt in areas not inside their immediate territory…he’d heard stories of rabbits and all sorts of other creatures not commonly found this deep in the forest. Better yet, he was sure no one would even notice he was gone.
A little guiltily, he glanced back at camp. He wasn’t technically supposed to leave it unguarded…but, it was the night of the gathering. No other clans would come at this time, for sure. They would be at their own camps. Besides, Molefur and Shadestorm were still in the territory, somewhere. With a determined flick of his tail, he made his decision. He trotted away, his brown pelt swallowed by the shadows.
"Yarrowfang?" she asked him "Are you okay?" asked the black beautiful she-cat with bright blue eye and a crescent moon on her right cheek looked at him with concerned eyes
@yarrowfang
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Lionstrike returned to camp, a lizard clenched firmly in the large cat’s jaws. The tom flickered his gaze over to Nightmoon, who appeared to be one of the only cats still at camp. Bending his neck, he placed the freshkill onto the pile. “Is something wrong, Nightmoon?” He meowed to the black-pelted she-cat.
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After nearly getting caught in Nestclan territory, Yarrowfang had sprinted nonstop throughout the Northern forest, not slowing down until he made it back to Glenclan‘s domain. He was still quivering from his getaway.
Yarrowfang finally trudged through the hollow‘s entrance, his chest heaving and tail low. Then, he looked up to see his clanmates, “Oh, hello.” He greeted the two cats, his eyes darting to the both of them. “I went for a long run in the forest,” He explained quickly, not wishing for them to find about his, ah, adventure. “I’m exhausted! So, er, I think I’m just gonna get some sleep now.”
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Molefur returned with his tail held high, the scrawny tom looking about as happy as he had ever been. And he had two mice clasped in his jaws, dangling from either side of his mouth like a bizarre favor. He dropped them in the pile, noticing a lot of his clanmmates standing around.
"Anybody feeling a little peckish?" He asked, nudging the mice towards the lizard that was already there. Already the pile was looking a little less pathetic.
Shadestorm arrived after Molefur, with two of her own mice to boot. Setting them down next to his, she smiled at him, then looked back at the others. "Everyone, we have a bit of an announcement to make~"
"Oh Nothing" she stammered to Lionstrike. "I was um...just smelling the freshkill pile" she said her bright blue eyes looked into his eyes @lionstrike @yarrowfang
Gingershadow's stomach grumbled. She hadn't eaten for a while now, she deserved something. She pads over to the fresh kill pile. "Lizard seems okay." She mews to herself, picking up the scaly creature in her jaws. Lizards were hard to chew, but they sure hit the spot. The orange and black she-cat tugs at the lizard's carcass, chewing up the flesh she had torn off. She continues eating, once most of the lizard was devoured Gingershadow stands up, glancing around, hoping for someone to talk to. She looks over at a paricularly happy Shadestorm, who had just mewed something about news. Good news. Shadestorm was looking rather...plump. That could only mean two things, she just ate a lot, or...she was going to announce she was expecting kits.