PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[willowsong12]

Gathering
Whisperpaw saw Ashpaw frown but didn't ask why. The tom seemed deep in thought and she wondered what was going on in his mind. "Well I'm going to go Ashpaw. My clan is going to leave soon," she mewed as she got to her paws,"I hope to see you soon. Bye." Turning the small dark brown she-cat trotted over to her clanmates, ready to leave.

[Tinkpetz]

(Sorry guys, I've had a rough week. Sigh. I'm not sure what to reply to. Hmm... Fairy, I think Icestar might have to turn Ashpaw. To the DARK SIDE!!! Count on some betrayal from him later in the RP, everyone. xD Ashpaw will have a new stalker from now on. One that nobody wants to have on their tail. O.oBye, Shadow! Have a good vacation! Thanks for the cats, Cookie. ^-^ In theory, AirClan cats can fly, but it's really hard for them and uses a lot of energy.)

Gathering

Silverleaf shrugged, padding slowly across the sandy ground towards the border of hemlocks where her clan was waiting. "I'm alright I guess." She was by no means alright, and a part of her wanted Cloudfur to know that. The other part of her wished to mourn in solitude. If only Dawnsinger were here. Her best friend would have known what to do to make her feel better. Silverleaf's poor clanmate was still passed out on the medicine den floor. Marshpelt was gone, Dawnsinger was unconscious, and Stormcall was in a different clan. There was no one left for Silverleaf. She was virtually alone. Alone in a world that was out to kill her in various, possibly very painful ways. I need to make more friends, she thought, although she knew she couldn't. She had always been too clingy, holding on to the cats close to her as if for dear life. If the grey she-cat was going to make any new friends, she felt like she had to let go of the old ones. And she wasn't ready to let go of any of them.

Rainstar stopped her brisk jog to the border of WaterClan territory, her front paws sliding a little on the sandy ground. She turned her flexible body to see how many WaterClan cats were already there. Running names through her head, she discovered that Silverleaf, Cloudfur, Whisperpaw, and Kestrelpaw were still out and about. I guess we'll have to wait for them. The blue she-cat had the urge to sit, but knew that she had to maintain an image while at the Gathering. They won't be long, she assured herself.

Ashfeather picked up the pace, spotting the glistening white leader at the head of a horde of FireClan cats that included Nightfire. I wonder... The black she-cat was near the back of the clump, so she probably hadn't spoken to her leader yet. She turned her eyes back to Bloodstar. He appeared to be annoyed by something, but didn't he always look like that? FireClan's leader always appeared to have fire ants in his pelt. As she neared the clump of tall, jungle trees that marked the border of FireClan territory, the slender tabby tried to judge the distance between her and Bloodstar, wondering if she should be doing what she was doing. She didn't have a choice. Foxflame had already left, and he was bound to get into trouble if Bloodstar waited for him all night, only to find that he wasn't in the clearing. "Bloodstar," she meowed calmly, barely managing to intercept the retreating tom.

DarkClan

As Icestar stared into the night, images raced through her head. She could feel the evil growing inside of her, leaking inky blackness through her bloodstream. This was good. Very good. SunClan was weakened, and DarkClan was strengthened. Sure, they had lost Nightscar, but they had gained Flamefoot, who was much bigger and stronger. They had also dealt a huge blow to the whole of PowerClans, striking terror into the hearts of warriors throughout the land. The white she-cat gazed up at the full moon, its bright light reflected in her ice blue eyes. Those weaklings would be having their Gathering tonight. A sneer shot across Icestar's face, twisting her fair features into a purely frightening expression. There was nothing they could do to stop her. Nothing. Evil always won. Good may fight hard, but it would never succeed. This idea set firmly in her mind, Icestar reviewed her plans for further destruction. Her minions numbered twenty-two, easily the amount of cats that were in three clans. DarkClan was indestructible! Wherever they struck, death and chaos would follow. So where to go next? Having filled the ranks to overflowing, Icestar was free to do whatever she pleased. A trip to WaterClan? They were especially low on cats this season. Or maybe EarthClan. Those dirt-diggers had never been very formidable in battle. Or maybe LeafClan... Icestar was shoved into a memory of her past, the images swirling across her mind.
The forest was calm, and a glimmering white apprentice padded silently across the soft earth. Sparrows twittered in the treetops overhead and chipmunks raced through the underbrush. Icepaw was tempted to snag a few to bring back to her clan, but she was on a mission. Her white ears flicked back and forth, listening for any noises that would indicate a spy. She had heard nothing so far, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The border was just through the bramble thicket, and she couldn't afford to be caught so far from camp. The white apprentice fondly recalled the reason she was trekking through her territory unaccompanied. Bloodpaw. She knew he would be there; he had told her so just before she'd left to be apprenticed in LeafClan. And she had looked into those firey eyes and known he spoke the truth. At the moment, he was all she cared about. The bramble thorns raked Icepaw's pelt, causing a grimace to contort her youthful face. She managed to break through the thick barrier, leaving several tufts of white fur behind as a souvenir for the unforgiving plant. The fire-mountain loomed overhead, puffing clouds of smoke into the blue sky. Scents of the mighty FireClan cats rose up to meet her, and Icepaw stopped, her front paws resting just on her side of the border. "Bloodpaw?" she called quietly, her voice echoing slightly through the trees. Another apprentice crept out of the undergrowth on the FireClan side of the border. This apprentice had a white pelt and firey red eyes. As he approached the border, a smirk crept across his face, mirroring that of his half-sister. Bloodpaw padded slowly up to her, not stopping until their noses were touching. Icepaw felt a bolt of lightning shoot through her in response to the contact. "Icepaw," the tom whispered as they moved in closer.


(Oooh, scandalous! Listen to this song and think of it as Icestar and Bloodstar. I think it's perfect. x3 Yes, it's Miley Cyrus. I think we'll all survive. Here)

[catdoq]

Silvertail growled at Rainstar, "Come on, then! Let's get a move on!" Her fur was bristling and her teeth bared. She scored her claws into the ground, becoming impatient.

[willowsong12]

Gathering
Whisperpaw reached her clanmates and stood among
them. She tried not to look at Ashpaw as she waited for her clan to leave, she felt like she could fall asleep standing up. Her thoughts switched to DarkClan and she was glad she wouldn't have to fight them, they scared her.

[major tom]

((I feel like I'm cheating on Stormpaw x Smokepelt for writing this, but. . .))

Gathering
~Stormpaw~

He's. . . Still looking at me -- I think I can actually physically feel his green eyes boring a twin pair of holes into my skull, for it's burning as though an entire colony of fire ants were attacking my flesh. Of course, that could be due to the fact that my entire head is flushed so deeply that I can only send a silent prayer to StarClan that it isn't visible through my dark pelt. It shouldn't be, should it? I spend a few heartbeats immersed in this inane worry before acknowledgement of my strange actions as well as thoughts -- especially thoughts -- processes in my mind, which is still whirling from the presence of the brown-striped tom -- Earthpaw, was his name? -- Before me. Or it could be my near-death experience that occurred only moments previously; I vainly hope so, for it is rather humiliating to be put so out of sorts by the mere proximity of a perfect stranger. Yet I am too distracted to notice the embarrassment that curls my tail ever so slightly. . . I glance up for just a moment -- for some reason, I feel ravenous to set my eyes on his equally detached face, and I can not bear the urge that is gnawing my insides to ribbons; it's just as effective as a DarkClan minion's claws raking down my churning belly, but perhaps a bit more dangerous than a flesh wound -- and am struck once again by his earthen gaze, so dark but bright and seeming to blow every other color in this world out of the spectrum. His teeth flash bright white in the brilliant light of the moon that fills the hollow with incandescence, accompanied by its personal swathe of stars; our warrior ancestors are watching. I am reminded of this blatant fact with a clandestine shiver that fails to stir my fur that is already beginning to quiver and stand on end.

You idiot! I hiss inaudibly to myself, my own silent words rattling within the confines of my skull. My eyes avert themselves once again, and I experience a queer pang of hunger that follows my deprivation of the other apprentice's shadow-strewn figure in my sight. Instead I stare in a sorrowfully forced manner at my seldom used claws gouging deep marks in the shifting ground beneath them. You're a medicine cat -- not to mention the apprentice of one; you're forbidden to have a partner -- not until you receive your full name! The thought pierces something sensitive inside me, and I whisk it away bitterly. I was far more content without such troubling thoughts. Are you? the same voice, my own, chides me brusquely. The self-inflicted lashing out is meant to be reprimanding as well as berating, but I give it no heed and focus my attentions on Earthpaw. This tom will definitely be part of my imminent future -- that much is certain, amid such a variety of things that aren't. What I have to decide is whether it will be positive or negative -- his part in my fate. My head hurts. Attraction, fate, future. . . The words have suddenly become so meaningful to me in only moments, and my thoughts are inevitably directed toward them. It's too much. . .

My eyes snap open, and I only just now realize that I have been squeezing them shut so tightly that my eyelids are sore, but I am barely aware of the minute amount of pain. I had been shutting them out against what I am desperately trying to hold out, or is it what I am attempting to contain within myself? Can an attempt be desperate if it is only half-hearted? I am not sure. Nothing is at the moment -- are my paws really digging up ground in anxiety at the Gathering, or am I simply dreaming curled up in my nest close to Heathersong back in LeafClan camp? No. I set my jaw stubbornly. This is real. It has to be -- and it seems impossible to believe otherwise. But. . . How did it end up like this? It was only a glance, albeit an accidental one. Every longing, intoxicated emotion that I experience is riddled through with guilt, and I am tempted to simply ignore it and succumb to the whims of my adolescent mind, but my duties as a medicine cat apprentice suppresses any lingering temptation that torments me and thrills me simultaneously. My heart hurts and is beating at a rate faster than I have ever thought possible. . . My head is spinning. . . My pulse is rushing. The mere presence of Earthpaw is inducing such a reaction that it both shocks me and intrigues me at the same time. I am also feeling excited and grieving pangs that pulsate throughout my being, amid so many other emotions that vary like so. But I have now grown accustomed to this, and now I feel myself yearning for more. I give my head a shake as if to clear it, but the sudden motion only seems to discombobulate me even further.

I cannot stand it any longer and jerk my face up to examinate his, to lose myself in his eyes once more. I am an unembellished toy in his claws, but somehow the notion fails to bother me, nor do I reluctantly approach the fact that this tom has ensnared me in only heartbeats -- which feel like moons, I assure you -- and has transformed me into but a will-less slave, vulnerable to anything, especially him if he willed it to be. Is this what it's like to be a DarkClan minion? But the thought is quickly lost within the depths of the numerous chambers of my own mind. I dismiss it with a surprisingly lucid, curt No. By now I have grown so used to the tabby apprentice's features that it is now quite familiar to me -- embedded on the back of my eyelids when I blink or close my eyes, it seems -- and I am quick to notice the increasing queries in his expression. This minuscule, barely detectable detail caters to my attention and I abruptly realize that I have forgotten all along to tell him my name. I part my lips in a flash in a fumble to utter my name aloud, but something halts me. It's rather enjoyable to be mysterious, but is it preferable? I tantalizingly decide to take it slower and try his name on my lips before betraying my own. "Earthpaw," I breathe, and a delicate smile defines my dark features. Hopefully he doesn't register it to be a grimace. Something beyond recognition to me enters my voice as I say, "Stormpaw. My name is Stormpaw."


((I didn't have very long to type Bloodstar's, I just thought to do so because I won't be able to get on the computer later. . . Besides, no one's posted in this thread for a while.))
Bloodstar blinked in surprise when an apprentice from his Clan was named before all of the Clans. For him, that was his expression of near-total astonishment. He almost didn't register his deputy's name being stated as well, for he was too busy trying to keep himself composed so as to refrain from embarrassing himself in front of the whole of PowerClans -- his perch on the forked branches, as well as the other inhabitants of Centertree's seats, were ever so conveniently placed right where every cat in the hollow attending the Gathering could see them. His squirmed slightly in mild rage however, thinking bitterly to himself, An apprentice, leading my Clan into battle! He won't live to be even twice his age. . . And so on; similar rants cluttered his already occupied mind, and he ignored the rest of the names being rattled on by a nervous-looking apprentice of LeafClan whose fur was outlined by starlight as she spoke, and every eye was fixated desperately on her. Mudpaw was only seven moons; nearly still a kit himself! There was no way he would survive the blood-thirsty, mindless army of cats that was DarkClan. His spirits plummeted and dark thoughts entered his pessimistic mind. His deputy being chosen as well was a better decision for his warrior ancestors to make, but only just. What if the white-furred she-cat lost her only life in the bloody battle against the Scourge of PowerClans? FireClan would be left without a deputy, and weakness was most unwelcomed in times such as these. Of course he would appoint a fresh one prior to the next moonhigh, but it took time to grow accustomed to such a promotion -- it would mean being next in line to lead his mighty Clan, but time was something inaccessible far beyond the foreseeable future.

The massive white tom unhappily lashed his tail, and he jerked his head up to stare angrily up at the stars as if he were challenging them. Why, StarClan?! he hissed; he was the only living cat that could hear the words as they tumbled angrily out of his brain. Do you honestly think it wise to select a mere kit to carry out your dirty work? Bloodstar's sharp teeth gnashed together, and his stomach was a writhing mass of anger and anxiety. Out of the lot of apprentices in FireClan, Mudpaw was a fine choice; he was still rather young, but a formidable opponent for his age. Plus, he had one of the best mentors he could ask for. But the Clan that he served and lived in had quite a large range of cats much more experienced and older than the young tom; there was ample opportunity for StarClan to choose a more suitable cat. The scarlet-eyed leader heaved a weary sigh, his attempts to conceal his displeasure fading. If he was agitated by their predecessors' decision, then why shouldn't he display it? Still, it seemed like a rather inane and irresponsible manner to act in, so he donned a mask of chilling composure once more as his fellow leader, Skystar of AirClan, concluded the Gathering with a string of words that were undoubtedly from StarClan; the fearsome she-cat would likely much rather face a league of DarkClan minions instead of being forced to utter those words. "Not the first time we've been stripped of our own choices tonight. . ." quietly growled Bloodstar as he roused himself to his feet. He let his unnatural gaze rake the skies once more before leaping from his perch to the flat, charred surface of Centertree's trunk.

He declined to break his stride as he continued to his destination at the base of the great oak; unbeknownst of himself, he was too enveloped in his mutinous musings to notice that he had nearly bumped a shy-looking, dark-pelted apprentice right off Centertree, into the throngs below. Whoops. His descent down the spiraling vines and branches seemed to take mere heartbeats, and he headed immediately toward the edge of FireClan territory where the border met the neutral territory of the hollow in which Centertree was situated in. The teeming crowds parted when he made his way to the place where his Clan met prior to their plunge back into the jungle. Bloodstar turned and stood attentively in the small clearing and waited while cats slowly began to file into it. Several moments had passed when he deemed it was about time for a head count, and his frown tugged the corners of his mouth down even further. "Where's Foxflame?" he snapped to no one in particular, and a hollow silence greeted his ears that were straining to hear anything over the cacophonous cats that shared the depression with them. For the time being, at least, until the missing ginger tom joined their ranks in order to journey back to their camp. Bloodstar was preparing to gather the majority of cats and irritably leave without him before a sleek-furred AirClan she-cat whose name escaped him approached him. She mewed his name, although the soft sound was engulfed in the noises of the other felines that gradually began to diminish and filter back to their own territories. However, his perceptive eyes did scrutinize the single word that inaudibly formed on her lips, and he recognized it as his own name. Bloodstar raised his voice over all of the other ones that bounced about the hollow, "Yes? Yes, what do you want?"
((o.o" Again, I was carried away by the length of my post -- this was much shorter than I had originally intended it to be. Meh, I could do better if I didn't have WB, but what the he**. . . I trapped just a little bit of my muse in a corner and hurried to get this on the computer screen. I was tempted to PM Tink halfway through it and ask if she could have Heathersong interrupt them just before she tells him her name, to add suspense (Which I fail miserably at. X'3), but I figured that it would only take even longer. Also, a note to everyone -- I will be on the computer even less due to NaNoWriMo (So sorry to hear that you are unable to do it, Fairy! ;_;); so as to remain active I will likely scrap quick posts that are much shorter than my usual ones -- I don't want to fall behind even more. Oh, and good job on improvement -- to everyone on here. n.n *Yawns* I won't be able to be on for much of Halloween because I am helping a friend of mine organize a party. . .
Personally, I think that my pencils and paper are evil; every time I attempt to write something worthwhile with/on them, I feel a bout of writer's block creeping up on me. x.x"
Also, I know this is pretty random, but -- my class is doing a choice PowerPoint presentation of ten slides or more, and you'll never guess what I'm doing, Fairy. . . Zombies! X'3 I couldn't get it on my flash-drive, since I still have to find it, though. D:
Happy Halloween, everyone~ :} Even if you don't celebrate it, I hope you have a good day nonetheless.
Ah, I'm glad that you brought back the Icestar/Bloodstar recollection posts. n.n It was really fun writing those. . .))

[Tinkpetz]

(x.x I tried writing this yesterday, but all I got were a bunch of sentences that didn't flow. At all. Well, I guess I'll try again. Maybe 1st person would work better.)

Gathering
~Earthpaw~

I felt...paralyzed. My feet wouldn't work, my tail was frozen in midair, and I could barely blink. I couldn't bear to look away from her. Her eyes were so deep and dark, like a mysterious pool of water with unknown creatures lurking just below the surface. Then, without warning, her eyes left my line of sight. The beautiful apprentice had turned away from me to look at her paws once again. What had I done? I felt a small rush of panic as I tried to fathom what I had done to make her so uncomfortable that she couldn't even look at me. My smile faded and lines of worry wrinkled my brow. I bent my brown tabby head, searching for her eyes again. She pulled her head up a bit at the same time, and I could see the twin pools of murky blue. They were filled with so many emotions, most of them displeasurable. I could see indecision, a flash or two of anger, a swath of sorrow, and ripples of confusion making their way across her whole body as they would a vast lake. Some of those ripples strayed and found my mind as well, taking some of the other feelings with them. I felt her pain, and I didn't like it. Again, I had the urge to sit close to her and comfort her, as she obviously needed it. If only it would be comfort coming from an almost complete stranger.

Her eyes jerked up to meet mine again, this time almost reluctantly, as if she were afraid to look up. I didn't pull my head back when she did, and our noses were almost touching when she completed the motion. Our eyes were glued together, and I could almost feel her warm breaths ruffling my neck fur. Idiot! I wanted to yell at myself verbally instead of in my head, but I could in no way do so right in front of her. Especially not when I was this close to her. I decided that this was probably too close for her comfort, so I began to step back. "Earthpaw." My front paw froze in midair, and I was finally aware of my heart beating so fast it felt like my chest would explode. I loved the way she said my name, leaning into the 'r' and delicately skipping over the 'th'. Then, smiling gently, she said her own name. "Stormpaw. My name is Stormpaw." A smile lit up my face, and I pulled my head up so I could see all of her again. "It's. It's. It's wonderful to meet you, Stormpaw," I stuttered, pausing a bit before I said her name. It sent delicious tingles down my spine. Stormpaw. It fit her perfectly. Her eyes were stormy, her fur was stormy, even her personality was stormy. I wanted to calm the storm that raged inside her.

(Fail! Major fail!! x.x I don't know how you do it, Rose. I think the only romantic scenes I can do are with Ashfeather, Nightfeather, Foxflame, and Petalsong. I'm most used to them, I guess. Good luck with NaNoWriMo! I thought I might try it, but I'm too busy to be able to write that much in one month. I'm too busy to write that much in one year! x.x)

~Ashfeather~

As I looked up at the white leader's face, I wiped away any intimidation I had felt. Confidence flooded through me and I continued to speak to Bloodstar calmly. "I'm Foxflame's sister," I meowed, talking louder to make myself heard over the voices that rang out through the clearing. I wasn't sure if I should tell him my name, so I decided to keep that information to myself unless he asked. "I just wanted to tell you that Foxflame won't be in camp tonight." The yowling was so loud! I wanted to cover my ears and go hide in my den with Nightfeather lying across my back to make me feel safer. Usually, the cats of PowerClans were tired and wanted to get home, so there wasn't much talk after the Gathering ended. But this Gathering had been different. I needed to remind myself tomorrow to ask Nightfeather the specifics.

~Skystar~

I waved my striped tail irritably, waiting for the rest of the IceClan cats to arrive. Surely they knew by now that I wanted to be the first to leave every Gathering! So many cats in one place was too much for me and many of my clanmates. We were loners by nature. "Nightfall!" I snapped as the night-pelted tom padded up to the group. He trotted obediently to my side, looking up with those deep dark eyes of his. "Do you have anything to say about this?" I spoke quieter now that he was closer. I didn't want our conversation to be overheard.

~Nightfall~

I looked up at Skystar, my eyes tired of being open. I knew I couldn't close them until I was back at camp tucked into my nest. "Do you have anything to say about this?" she meowed, her ice blue eyes boring into me. Guilt pricked at my pelt. How could she know? Well, I had told the others that only Skystar needed to know about treacherous Winterfur. I cleared my throat awkwardly, not wanting to speak at all. "Well, Winterfur ran off into the forest towards the outskirts of IceClan territory. I followed her, but we fought and she got away. I think she went to DarkClan." That sounded truthful enough. The tabby she-cat hissed quietly, raking a set of claws into the ground. "The traitor!" I thought I heard her say under her breath. A few swears followed the outburst. When she had composed herself again, Skystar looked back at me with fire in her icy eyes. "That wasn't what I meant actually, but thank you for telling me. If you catch Winterfur again, don't hesitate to slaughter her like the dog she is!" The white leader's words were harsh and forceful, and my eyes widened at her anger. I dipped my head quickly and padded away as fast as I could without looking too frightened. Most cats in IceClan weren't sure if having the scariest leader in the PowerClans was a good thing or a bad thing. Usually, her anger was directed at us instead of the enemy.

~Dirtpath~
(Back to 3rd person for Sunny!)

Dirtpath arched her back as she stood up. She hated sitting still for long periods of time. It made her pelt itch. She stared into space, thinking. That was something else wierd about her. She thought about nothing. How can you think about nothing? Nothing isn't something, or is it? I'm doing it again, she thought. Is nothing something? No, of course not. But, if it did exist, could she see it? Or was it invisible, like air? I should stop thinking about nothing and start doing something. She started to look for her clan, hoping she hadn't missed them just thinking of nothing. She thought about being a chosen cat. It sent shivers down her spine. I wonder what I'm going to have to do to defeat DarkClan. Whatever it is, it's not going to be easy.

(O.o Your cat sure is strange, sis.)

[willowsong12]

((Gah! I feel like a failure when I read your guys long posts! I wish I could write long detailed paragraphs. Well I have an urge to break the romance! I can delete it if you don't like the post))
Gathering
As Emberclaw waited for his clan to leave he hadn't seen Earthpaw. Looking around he spotted his apprentice talking to another cat. Making his way over to them he noticed Islandsong and her soft dark blue eyes were troubled. "Earthpaw be ready to leave soon. I'd hate for you to be left behind." He meowed to the smaller tom before changing direction and padding over to Islandsong,"Are you ok? You were chosen right?"

The creamy brown she-cat was lost in her thoughts but a deep voice brought her back. Blue eyes met green and she felt slightly disappointed it wasn't Marshpelt. "Hm? Oh yes I was chosen but I don't know why. I'm not special or talented. I'm just a normal warrior.......I can't help but think that StarClan made a mistake." As she spoke the last sentence she hung her head feeling doubt take over get mind. Feeling frustrated her claws sank into the soft ground and she couldn't bring herself to look into her old friends eyes.

[Arouria]

(Did Graypaw come over to the Airclan cats already?0.o I hope so otherwise this will make no sence at all...O well i'll delete it if he didn't come.)

Pebblestar was starting to get impatient, she wanted to get back to camp and cheek on everything. What if Darkclan had attacked the few cats she had left behind? Or a fox had got into the territory and was stealing pray? Or something worse! She pushed her leader-like thoughts away and looked at the small group of cats that had gathered around her, waiting to go home and curl up in there nests. She was tired, yes, but she worried she would not sleep well. She didn't think she would get even a heartbeat of sleep until Darkclan was gone and no longer a threat to her clan. Just the thought sent a shiver down her back. She looked at Shinelight, one of the warriors that had got chosen to defeat Darkclan. She hopped the sand-colored warrior would be OK, she liked her. As she was looking at her cats she noticed little Graypaw slouching with deep pools thought in his eyes. She walked over to him and put her tail on his shoulder and said "All will be OK little one, don't worry." She knew that he was worrying about his sister, it was one of those things leaders could do. She bent down and whispered in his ear, "She'll be OK don't worry."(Hope that was OK XD forum was so quiet I had to post something.)

[FairyoftheFlames]

((Ugh... My mom's turned into a Math Nazi. I can't get on too often. I'll try to post, but she's doing this thing: I can do NaNoWriMo, but I can only do as much NaNo writing time as I do math time. Um... that's not how 30 days of literary abandon works, mom. I can't only spend an hour or two a day on NaNoWriMo. It's an all day thing! Oh well... I guess I'll write for a while once I get back... I'm so peeved though. *grabs Ashpaw* No! No matter how many cookies Tink tries to give you, DO NOT join the dark side!! Ohhh... Yay! Zombies! Welcome to the fun time, Rose! Tink, I have a bunch of characters I want to add as Darkclan throwaways, but right now, I'm trying to find a warriors name that isn't "Night" that starts with N. Oh wait! I've got it! Okay, I'll add some soon, but right now, I want to RP.))

Gathering

Ashpaw almost didn't hear Whisperpaw's farewell, and ran when he saw she was about to go. "Hey... Can we talk again, maybe at the next gathering?" It wasn't going to be easy to have a long distance 'friend' instead of love interest, but he needed to try, just in case she might end up becoming a project. But he didn't want to fill those beautiful eyes with tears. Her face was pensive, and worried. But, who wouldn't be, with the threat of Darkclan over everyone's head? Sure, he didn't really care, but that would probably change if Darkclan decided to strike Fireclan next. He hadn't even finished his first project yet, so how could he let Mothpaw or Thornpaw die before he finished their projects?

((Um... Tink... Who's going to stalk my kitty? It's not a certain creepy clan leader, right? I want Darkclan to hit Airclan next... I've already got ideas with Orangewhisker, Graypaw, and Gracepaw.))

Cloudfur listened as Silverleaf answered his question. He could tell by the way her eyes tilted slightly toward the ground that she was far from all right. A little bit of a frown showed on his face. "Is it about Dawnsinger?" He hadn't really connected with his fellow clanmate, but he could tell that Silverleaf and Dawnsinger were close. They often hung out together, and since the latter was unconscious in the medicine cat's den, as she had been for the last few days, that must have been it.

Kestrelpaw hurried past Silverleaf and Cloudfur, rushing to get to his clanmates. Where had everyone else gone? He quickly found himself as the only Waterclan cat at the gathering place, with the exception of Whisperpaw talking to some tom. He ran and nearly rammed into Silvertail, who didn't look to happy about his tardiness. "Sorry..." he mumbled. "I kind of got lost in the crowd..."

((Cookie, it's just fine. I thought I had him over there...))

Graypaw sat in a small group of Airclan cats, purposefully avoiding his 'Chosen' sister from the other end. She shouldn't be chosen. She'll die out there. Being chosen wasn't a gift, it was a death sentence. He cared for his sister too much to let her die at the hands of Darkclan. His vision blurred somewhat in his frustrated state. He wasn't going to let himself cry. He couldn't. Not in front of his father and everyone else. He jumped slightly when his leader's tail rested across his shoulder. He looked up at her as she tried to console him. "She'll be okay, don't worry." she whispered. Graypaw gave a slight smile. His leader had been a bit of a motherly figure in his eyes, since he came to his father's clan as a kit without a mother. He had secretly adopted Pebblestar as a mother, since Lilytail was up in Starclan. "Th-th-thanks." he stammered, barely able to get the word out. Stress made his stutter worse. "I h-hope so."

Creampaw watched Birchpaw walk over to her clan mates like she had burrs in her tail. Something about her attitude almost made him happy that they were in separate clans. She wasn't always this grumpy. Maybe it was that something happened in Rockclan shortly after she got there? He padded over to his leader, thinking to himself. How had the kits fared the night? He hoped that they were okay. He hadn't checked up on Featherkit for a while, and she had seemed a little different or something. But he thought she probably was okay.

Fireclan

Mothpaw nodded. "I wonder which cats are going to be from our clan..." Ashpaw was a prime choice in her eyes. He was charming and pure, inside and out ((*snort* that's a lie xD You sappy little Mothpaw)). Maybe it'd be both warriors. But she couldn't help but hope that she would mate with a chosen cat.

((Saaaaaaaappy. So sappy, I can't wait to hit her off her lovey-dovey attitude and turn her into Kyoko from Skipbeat. hehehe. Oh, and Wolfin, I want you to understand that Ashpaw probably won't end up with Thornpaw. I've got other plans, and it probably won't work. But I think after Ashpaw breaks Mothpaw's heart, she'll be running to Soilpaw. So... yeah, I hope you're okay with that, because Ashpaw's not one to stay in a relationship for very long... Unless of course he thinks you have attractive eyes that he can stare at... 0.0 preeeeeety...

I've realized why I don't like playing Gracepaw as much as her siblings. Everyone else has an angle. And Gracepaw is just... Gracepaw. Which is why I'm going to build upon this issue with Graypaw and Gracepaw. Because maybe she'd be more fun to RP, and be worth being a chosen cat. It's fun coloring cat's talking stuff! I won't do it too often though.))

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Gathering
"Of course,"Whisperpaw replied glancing back at him. The young she-cat joined her clan and she felt exhausted. Feeling tired she sat down and tried not
to yawn, she was ready to curl up in her nest.