A Gathering of Nitwits [Open]

[HOLLYNIGHT]

Hollynight didn't know why she was chosen for the Gathering. It wasn't like she even liked the things. They were dull and tedious farces, pleasant lies and fronts made while you planned the best ways to slit your enemy's throat. Or something akin to that ilk; after all, the warrior code said killing wasn't necessary to win a battle.

The warrior followed behind Eaglespirit, quite frankly a little chuffed that he was the one leading. It was a good choice, she supposed. The tom wasn't the type to let others ruffle his fur, and he also wasn't the type to let his thoughts show. So yes, a good decision. Didn't mean she had to like it.

They got to the Gathering place. ShadowClan was third to arrive, behind RiverClan and SkyClan. Echostrema and Faithsong, the deputies of the respective Clans, were standing where the leaders were supposed to sit. Hollynight frowned at the sight but shrugged it off. If something had happened to the previous leaders, the Gathering would know soon enough.

Eaglespirit let the Clan scatter, but Hollynight didn't go far. She didn't have anyone she especially wanted to talk to, so she just sat in the dark parts where the moonlight didn't touch and kept her eyes and ears open. Cats were more open with secrets when they didn't think anyone was listening or watching.

[FIRESTORM]

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WE WON'T BE FOUND | HOLLYNIGHT

Firestorm padded behind his new leader. Excitement filled him at the thought of another gathering. He was loyal to WindClan, but he was a social cat, and loved Gatherings so he could socialize with new cats. New gossip, new everything. At the flick of Sootstars tail, Firestorm run along side his leader until entering the shelter of the Great Oak.

Winding his way through the crowd, Firestorm noticed they were the last to arrive. Fox-dung. Firestorm preferred being first or second. Anything after that and most warriors had already found someone to chat with, and he had to pick out someone who was alone. It wasn't hard injecting himself in the conversation. However, arriving first meant others would come to him, and he could have his choice of where to sit. Best of both worlds. Looking around, the ginger tom noticed a black she cat. ShadowClan. Hollynight, he believed. He'd heard a few stories about her, and her appearance was unmistakable. Sleek, exotic.

Padding over, Firestorm dipped his head in greeting. "Hello, Hollynight, how has the prey been in ShadowClan. New-leaf has benefited all Clans, I can see" It was true, each cat seemed to glisten from being well fed. Not as fat as a kittypet, of course, but healthy, strong.

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[HOLLYNIGHT]

It seemed almost like ThunderClan and WindClan had planned to come at the exact same time. One moment they weren't there, and the next it seemed like the peninsula the Great Oak stood upon wasn't big enough to hold all of the cats. Almost like any more weight would cause the earth to sink into the river and disappear from memory.

Not that such a thing was possible, but perhaps Hollynight simply felt like waxing poetic tonight. She watched the Clans mingle with a keen eye, searching for possible conversations to eavesdrop on to gain information. Her gaze locked onto a fire red tom, one of WindClan if she remembered correctly. Firestorm, while he wasn't as easily manipulated as some of the more simpleminded cats, said more with what he didn't say when talking.

The ShadowClan she-cat watched him pad about, searching for conversation, when he suddenly looked right at her. Hollynight froze, yellow eyes wide and blinking. Had he sensed her watching him? She hoped he disregarded her staring and moved on, but nope. He was making his way towards her. 'Turn around, turn around, turn around!' she thought fervently.

No such luck. Firestorm, the talkative stubborn sarcastic twit, made himself quite at home next to her. "Hello, Hollynight, how has the prey been in ShadowClan? New-leaf has benefited all Clans, I can see." he said with a friendly dip of the head. A mental groan before Hollynight tilted her head in acknowledgement of his greeting. "About as well as can be expected. The prey is returning, the herbs are regrowing, and life moves on in a neverending circle of death and renewal."

Yup. Definitely felt like waxing poetic tonight.

FIRESTORM

[FIRESTORM]

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WE WON'T BE FOUND | HOLLYNIGHT

It took a lot to persuade Firestorm not to approach a cat for some gold old-fashioned conversation, and a simple 'StarClan-leave-me-alone' gaze simply wasn't enough. Sure enough, Firestorm nodded his head at her evaluation, intent on keeping the conversation moving on. Purring softly at her word choice, the tom raised his brows in amusement. "About time, as well, kit season. WindClan hasn't had any recently, but it's about that time"

It was unspoken that he was referring to his new mate and himself. Scorchednose - his best friend since he could remember - had finally made her affections for him known. After announcing the news to the Clan, he found that everyone knew. He always had been oblivious to those tings, he supposed... Reaching down to give his chest fur a quick lick, the tom continued with is 'new-leaf-is-great-there-will-be-kits' speech. "Of course, I've heard ThunderClan is expecting a litter. An apprentice, no less. Though you do share a border with them, so I suppose ShadowClan already knows."

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