United By The Same Stars [First Gathering]

[Valk]

Stormpelt Deputy of Riverclan

Stormpelt looked out across the lake with a contented smile on his face, as he sat at the base of the four trees waiting for the rest of the late leaders and their unworthy deputies to appear. His long feathery gray fur laid flat against his body but still managed to give him a bulky appearance, not that he wasn’t already a colossal embodiment. The tom knew fairly well he was possibly the tallest cat within his clan aside from Hawkfeather and a few other toms he couldn’t recall the names of. His steel blue eyes surveyed the area searching for one cat in particular; when his eyes landed on his prize he let a small purr rise from his throat. The little beige she-cat with ethereal blue eyes was sitting by herself, she seemed to want the company of solitude but whether she liked it or not was going to come to her. Besides he had the right considering the other clans weren’t here yet. It didn’t surprise him they were late; they lacked the faith and respect that Riverclan had to be on time. But he was slightly surprised Thunderclan wasn’t here, those tree lovers were usually a few paw steps behind Riverclan and their absence was slightly of astonishment.

Plus Shadowclan always appeared moments before the gathering ended. Those night lovers were always attempt to appear so mystery it made them so easily to see right through almost like they were transparent. Besides any fool could see that they just used their “stealth and ability to stay super reserved” to intimidate their foes. Besides that they were a bunch of cats afraid of the light of day who wanted to claim the title of being evil. He shook his head mockingly as if they knew what evil was. He was far more evil than them but then again that wasn’t say much. His orbs shifted in the direction of where Windclan would soon be placed at, it seemed Windclan always crept up timidly to the gatherings. Those bony little cats made him laugh whenever they became angry, not to mention it was easily to provoke them.

Compared to Riverclan the only clan that could possibly rival them was Thunderclan yet again their brains were made out of wood it seemed and therefore it was easy to trick them into things. All you had to say to one of them is you wanted a truce and everyone to be friends and they listened so intensely it seemed their ears would soon turn deaf to anything else. He chuckled at his own thoughts; he couldn’t wait to see how the other clans were trying to make it by. It seemed they were always struggling which amused him more than ever, then again Riverclan struggled during the winter. He frowned at that thought remember how limited prey was. Then again he was clever and slick enough into tricking a few Windclan cats to grant him access to their land for hunting purposes. Or well they technically didn’t have a choice nor did they have a chance to report it back to their leader. He had disposed of their bodies by a badger den after he gnawed their flesh to the bone leaving no trace of cats to make of. Although he did remember when Windclan had asked him several days later if he had seen them when they were on border patrol, of course the overgrown tom lied. He had spun them a tale of how he had smelt a badger near their shared border suggesting that was what had gotten a hold of the cats. Then again Windclan was so trusting they scampered off towards the now empty den not being able to distinguish the smell of any cat as the overwhelming scent of badger plagued their noses before they found the bones.

He was clever “evil” little tom, and it made him pleased that no one suspected such. Although Stormpelt didn’t necessarily believe he was evil, he just believed in taking things from others when need be to aid himself or his clan. He was a truly loyal cat but it seemed he didn’t have any limitations when it came to do something for his clan. Which he knew if anyone found out would disturb them and he would be stripped of his position. Yet all he had to do was wait till Lionstar passed his nine lives away, (with a little help from his deputy) then he could be leader and have his nine lives and reign destruction on the other worthless clans especially Thunderclan. Despite how friendly he was towards them he had a growing hatred for those cats and it wasn’t going anywhere. They seemed too cocky for him which was such a contradiction to his beliefs as he was overly confident himself. Then again it was always “okay” when you did it but when others did it wasn’t “okay” anymore. Rising to his paws he advanced towards his selected target no longer thinking of the other clans.

As he neared her his eyes survey the land once more to catch any sight of Hawkfeather, he hoped the tom hadn’t been granted to tag along to the gathering but he wouldn’t know Lionstar preferred to tell the clan mates themselves who would be going and who would not. He hadn’t stuck around for it because he would be coming without question and why waste time on a pathetic use of life like the bronze tom. It annoyed him further that the tom was constantly attempting for Whisperingwinds heart when he knew the mouse-brained fool no matter how idiotic he could be was aware that she was his. He let out an irritated huff but places a bright smile on his face when he was merely paw steps away from his she-cat. “Whisperingwinds,” He stated calmly as he settled down onto his hunches still managing to be taller than the petite she-cat. “How are you little beauty?” His words spilled out like ink and sung like the song of a mockingbird.

Despite how others saw him, Stormpelt wasn’t as confident as he seemed. He did have a certain lingering fear that the beige she-cat might not take a liking to him which disturbed him. This also could lead to a well-known victory for Hawkfeather and he wouldn’t have that. The two rivals jealously desired the same she-cat and as usual Stormpelt would come out on top even if that meant taking a life to get there. He had done to several times before to receive his position so he wasn’t fearful of doing it again. After all who expected the Riverclan deputy to be “evil”? Absolutely no cat, if anything every other clan is wary of Thunderclan rebellion or a Shadowclan cat uprising from the ashes to rule the forest. Which was exactly why no one knew of the grey tops evil deeds, well except for Hawkfeather. Hawkfeather had been snooping and saw things he shouldn’t have yet he knew the tom wouldn’t dare tell after all who would believe the clans lunatic? He was an outcast anyway and to question Stormpelt’s “goodness” would be like question Starclan for giving their leader his nine lives. He smirked briefly turning his full attention back to Whisperingwinds, he had Hawkfeather pinned and he would soon have the she-cat he desired as well.

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Note: First post, it sort of sucks also the cats that I mentioned that have been killed by Stormpelt are NPC's and have been dead for quiet sometime, I just need something to ramble on about. This is the evil Riverclan deputy, he's in a plot with Hawkfeather (rp'd by me) and Whisperingwinds (rp'd by Leafy) if you would like to adopt him just please pm me. I need him for that plot and I also need him for a future plot that involves all of Riverclan (still speaking it over with Leafy). Thank you very much and good luck with responding.

[- Leafy ღ]

Whisperingwinds calmly settled down in her desired spot as she waited for a few other clans to began arriving, though everyone knew Shadowclan had to show off fashionably late just to show that they weren't one to follow the rules. Even they annoyed her, and that was saying a lot. Oh wow? So you can't show up to a gathering until we're all ready to go, and then hold up even more of our time by being the ignorant cretins that you all are? That's cool. Stop wasting our time. Her blue eyes rolled in annoyance at the thought of it all and that glanced away, calmly licking her paw pad and swiping it neatly down is face in a few fast motions to make herself look fairly presentable for once the other three clans eventually did show up. Knowing Thunderclan they'd be here, always ones to show up as soon as they chose he would go and who would stay. Smug, weren't they?

The beige she-cat calmly lapped down a bit of her ruffled pelt before she calmly glanced up to survey the area, almost immediately taking notice in Stormpelt's large grey form approaching her. "Starclan give me strength not to have an attitude." She thought sarcastically as she shifted her position to a more straight and proper sit, her blue eyes calm and watching the male as he settled on his haunches beside her. "Stormpelt." She replied coolly, her eyes watching him as calm and cool as the river itself. "I am fine." She pointed out as she simply chose to ignore her little compliment as she always did. "Flirting as always?" She flashed him a fairly amused smirk at that. So much for ignoring the comment. She blinked dismissively as her tail calmly flicked back and forth among the ground between them. "Anyways, how are you doing? Everything going well?"

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Glowstar padded toward Fourtrees as calmly as possible although she was still a little shaken up from the flashback at the stream earlier with Pebblepaw. Remembering her past was not something that she cared for or tried to do at all if she could avoid it. But as soon as they reached Fourtrees she left her troubles behind on her territory. She would not show any weakness in front of the other clans, especially not the other leaders. It had taken a lot for her to earn respect amongst the clans, even within her own, seeing as she wasn’t clan-born. She’d been a stray before Thunderclan took her family in and that had made earning their respect much harder than it would’ve been for someone who was born in the clans. Her sister’s tail rested on her shoulder briefly as if to tell her to calm down and she smiled softly. Dewclaw always knew how to sense when she was becoming peeved about something. She nodded her head as Dewclaw went off to speak with the other medicine cats, making her way towards the Riverclan leader without a word. Glowstar’s silence usually made her come off as arrogant but those who knew her, which were only a small few in her own clan, knew better. She had fears, but she would never show them.

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As his clan padded into the clearing of the Fourtrees, Hawkcry couldn't help but notice that his clan was third to arrive. It seems as though RiverClan and ThunderClan had beaten them. He broke off from the clan, and took a seat somewhat in the middle. He didn't really converse with the other clan cats, so he didn't really have friends outside his clan. Looking around, he saw that the deputy of RiverClan, Stormpelt, was talking to Whisperingwinds. He laid an ear back and looked the other way. He noticed Glowstar sitting silently. Heh, you think by how she acts she hates it here. He smiled to himself and awaited for ShadowClan to arrive.

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((Hope you don't mind if Dewclaw talks to Hawkcry.))

Dewclaw noticed the Windclan warrior’s glance at Glowstar and chuckled, unable to help making a comment. The Medicine Cat was a rather social being. “She doesn’t completely hate it here you know, perhaps a bit, but definitely not completely. Even if she does look like she hates every second she spends here,” she commented. Dewclaw had always had a strange empathy towards other cats; it was what had drawn her to become a Medicine Cat. She could frequently tell by a cat’s body language or the look in their eyes what they were thinking. It could be both a blessing and a curse at times and at others, more often than not, involving her leader. Glowstar found it to be annoying most of the time but could never manage to stay mad at Dewclaw.

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Ah, he did so enjoy being the first to arrive. Of course in the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter all that much entirely, but being punctual was always a good thing in Lionstar's book. The golden tom was sitting at the base of the rock, content to wait on the ground before the others leaders made their appearances. Thunderclan was punctual as ever, being the next to arrive on the scene. As Glowstar silently made her way over to him and sat, Lionstar respectfully stayed silent, only dipping his head in a polite greeting to the female. She obviously had her own reasons for not greeting him, and Lionstar knew that the she-cat was usually reserved.

Lifting his head, the tall tom surveyed the clearing with content eyes. Shadowclan would of course make their fashionably late entrance, as usual. He didn't know what was keeping Windclan though. How very drab life was seeming, with everyone playing the roles that they were stereotypically assigned. When was something different going to happen? Some fun now and then wouldn't cause the end of the world now, would it? With a short snort to himself in contempt, Lionstar continued his quiet surveillance. 

He still hadn't thought of anything particularly interesting to report at this gathering. There had been no new kits or apprentices to speak of, no warriors either. It was just one dreary day after another at the moment, and while Lionstar usually had patience to rival a stone, it was getting to him.

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Pebblepaw was sticking close to Dewclaw's side as they entered the gathering, nervous of getting separated from the she-cat. However, once past the barrier, she saw just how empty it currently was and her courage grew. When her mentor veered off to talk to another tom, Pebblepaw didn't follow and instead chose to sat in the middle of the clearing and wait for someone to approach her. She found it doubtful that she would be the only medicine cat apprentice here, the torbie was almost positive that at least one other clan had an apprentice like her. It was the hope that she might even be able to meet them today. Having a friend in another clan sounded like the most appealing thing ever to Pebblepaw, even more so if it wasn't a medicine cat. She met all of them anyhow.

She was usually quite open and outgoing in everything she did, so Pebblepaw was determined to be friendly and welcoming tonight in the hopes of meeting somebody new. Of course someone would have to actually come up and talk to her, and for that to happen they had to actually he here. Where on earth were all the other clans anyhow? Kneading her paws impatiently on the ground, Pebblepaw kept her eyes firmly locked on the edge of the clearing, determined to catch the other clans when they arrived.







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If Thunderclan was here, where was Skeletalstripe? The tom was the only other cat in another clan that Wrenclaw actually knew, and that was just because of their meeting at the border. It wasn't like they were 'friends' or whatever, but it would have been nice to see a familiar face amid the masses. The dappled brown female had never been very good with crowds at all. She wasn't good with social situations full stop, and compensated for this by avoiding them altogether. Unfortunately, that seemed kind of hard to do while at a gathering. At least having arrived first, she had been given some time to herself to get settled. Now she was set up in the corner of the clearing, sheltered mainly by brush and other friendly plants that wouldn't try to talk to her. 

Lifting a delicate paw, the long-furred she-cat drew her tongue over it a few times before proceeding to clean her ears slowly. She had nothing better to do right now anyway. It wasn't as if she had positioned herself for cats to come pouring up to her for a chat. Honestly, she didn't even know what she was doing here in the first place. It wasn't that she disliked gatherings, but the she-cat much preferred to stay at home and hear about them later, than actually go herself. Sighing slightly, she let her head fall to the side and blinked in bored nervousness as cats filtered in around her.

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Skeletalstripe, Thunderclan Deputy

when the sun was setting Skeletalstripe had been out for the dip he had wanted earlier in the day. Although when he returned to camp (Soaking wet I might add) the gathering patrol had been assembled except for a few stragglers. When Glowstar saw her dripping deputy she rounded up the cats going to the gathering and took off. Skeletalstripe followed although his long black and white fur was still dripping wet. Glowstar knew Skeletalstripe liked to do odd things and she didn't press to find out why he got all wet. So when they were poised to enter the clearing of fourtrees Skeletalstripe dived into a bush to clean his white stripes and face at least. 

With his white stripes and ace washed Skeletalstripe emerged from the bushes standing at full height. although water still dripped slightly from the rest of his jet black fur. he was one of the taller cats within the clans so he stood at full height. He walked to Glowstar and nodded a greeting to Lionstar. His icy eyes traveled over the cats until they rested on Stormpelt of Riverclan. The tom was another one of the taller cats and a deputy. he shook his head at the Riverclan tom. He knew the tom a little and like SKeletalstripe he kept his secrets. Skeletalstripe and the Riverclan deputy didn't interact much but they shared a mutual respect so Skeletalstripe didn't say anything to the Riverclan tom. He looked around till his eyes met yet another familiar face. Sitting in one of the corners was the she-cat he had met the morning previous to the gathering.

"If you'll pardon me" Skeletalstripe said to the leaders as he walked away. He walked calmly to the She-cat. He ignored the glances and mocking snickers from his clanmates and the Riverclan warriors. "Looks like you've settled in to a nice spot Wrenclaw. Mind if I join you?" Skeletalstripe asked. His fluffy tail twitched from side to side as he waited for her response.

[Valk]

Stormpelt Deputy of Riverclan

Stormpelt could feel her tension at his presence yet he couldn't decipher it was positive or negative. Her blue eyes laid on him without much emotion slightly startling him, usually any she-cat’ were glowing at his presence but she seemed unaffected. Thus was the reason he was attracted to the beige she-cat, she didn't seemed at all fazed by his authority and such almost as if she wasn't going to fall for him till her proved himself worthy and well Stormpelt was up for that challenge. His eyes drifted from her to find Thunderclan arriving after them, he watched the leader of Thunderclan stalk closer to his own leader without so much as a greeting. Well the was considerably rude, he was surprised Lionstar hadn't said anything about it but know Lionstar he had such a cool head it wouldn't faze him. His eyes searched for their awkwardly shaped and looking deputy Skeletalstripe, he was different. A little too different and to say he was unique would be a compliment and Stormpelt wasn't to be giving out compliments, but despite how awkward the male looked Stormpelt had the most respect for him out of the other deputies. Then again that wasn't saying much because Stormpelt didn't give respect unless he saw that you had earned it.

But what did spark his interest is when he immediately advanced towards Wrenclaw after brief glances with the leaders, well do I smell forbidden love I will have to keep in check? He watched the tom settle to his hind legs as his tail twitched once his lips had finished moving. This would be interesting to pursue onward. He tucked that in the back of his head before turning his full attention back to Whisperingwinds. "Flirting as always? I must say I'm offended you know it is only you I do such with so I wouldn't say it as always. I hardly ever get to see you as your always scampering out of camp, with your father or with...another cat." He bit his growl back not wanting to mention Hawkfeather at this very moment. He had noticed the she-cat spending a great amount of time with the bronze tom and he certainly hoped it was merely out a pity because if it wasn’t things wouldn't end well for anyone. Calming himself he replied to the rest of her questions, "I'm considerably well aside from not seeing you as often as I'd like, and I'm well prepared for this gathering to be over." He said his tone blank and he searched for the Shadowclan leader, that clan could never be on time could they?

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Note: If the Shadowclan Deputy or Shadowclan leader doesn't show in the next five post one of the admins will have to roleplay them.

[- Leafy ღ]

"Because it'd be a shame for you to continue trying to pursue me instead of finding a worthy mate for yourself that takes interest." Whisperingwinds replied calmly, her blue eyes drifting away on that note to over look the cats that were beginning to join them. She watched the Thunderclan leader for a few seconds and shook her head softly. Perhaps it was of a good reason she had not stated her greeting to their leader? Perhaps she had some things going on in life and she was just a bit to absent minded to take notice? Either way it was of no concern to her. It was Glowstar's choice to do so and she didn't see much problem in it. She paused, her ears swiveling back to Stormpelt's voice when she heard the mention of her father. "Of course I'm trying to spend time with my father, the clan knows he won't be around for long," She flinched faintly at the thought as a pang of pain rushed through her body in response to that thought.

She'd already lost Soaringpaw and her mother Rainpool so when she lost Braveheart all hell was probably going to break lose. She sighed quietly at the thought and pushed the thoughts away in an attempt to distract herself with words, "And I'd like to see him as much as possible until that time comes." She finished on a sigh. What about that other cat? Did he mean Hawkfeather? Her eyes stared through the grey tom in question as she frowned faintly in thought. Sure she and Hawkfeather had been spending a nice amount of time with each other, taking time in chatting and hunting, but.. Surely Stormpelt couldn't be that jealous over him could he? He knew Stormpelt held a rough disliking towards her bronze friend, but.. Perhaps in time he would get over it? Whisperingwinds couldn't help but let a smile slip over her lips as the hearing of Stormpelt's comment that he couldn't wait for the gathering to be over. "Well then, that makes two of us, doesn't it? As much as I'd love to listen to the opposing clans drawl on about themselves I'd much rather be back at the camp." She laughed softly.

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[Freaks And Geeks]

OOC: I WANTS A COOL GRAPHIC. Who RP's windclans leader?

IC: Nectarflare, deputy of Windclan, strode through the forest towards fourtrees. The gathering was either a good time or a bad time. You never really knew, unless of course you were the one bearing the news, which way it would fall. Their clan lean, yet strong strode confidently towards the four towering trees. His stomach felt knotted in anticipation. The sheer magnitude of gatherings always put him in a great mood. They left great opportunities to look better in others eyes.

Ebonyheary followed close to the deputy. He idolized the deputy. Of course most of that was because he wanted to be the deputy. He had become close just so that if Nectarflare was promoted, he might receive a promotion as well.

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Hawkcry pricked his ears toward Dewclaw as he turned to face her. He offered a smile and dipped his head in respect for the ThunderClan medicine cat. "I wouldn't be able to tell, I haven't really seen her anywhere else but here." he didn't mean for it to sound rude, if it did. He's awkward when it comes to small talk. "So, is that your apprentice over there?" he pointed his nose toward the young cat who was sitting in the middle of camp. ShadowClan is late. Again.. he couldn't but help but think.