[h3]The Gathering
Late Greenleaf
Moon High[/h3]

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Location: The Clearing
Interacted: Tigerfall [@Polarish North] Softwillow [@The Elvenqueen] Sagepaw [@Canidae][/color][/center]
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The medicine cat couldn’t help but purr loudly, greeting Softwillow with a happy mew. Flicking her tail up, she stroked the younger she-cats side as she walked passed, going to greet her apprentice. Blue eyes watched the other medicine cats contently, her breathing having calmed again. Laying her head on her paws, she watched the two younger cats until Tigerfall spoke to her. Purring in amusement, she looked up at the tom. 

The two of them had been apprentices together many moons ago. He was a few moons older than she was, and she’d looked up to him for a long time even though she had never mentioned it before. Her mentor had died before his, and he’d been quick to find an apprentice. Perhaps it was her kits that had been the problem, but Frostwhisker was happy that she waited until Sagepaw came along. He had a rather good sense of what to do so early on in his apprenticeship. Luckily for them, as she’d be kitting in a moon or so. 

[color=#4E387E]“There is no way I’m making Sagepaw miss his first gathering Tigerfall. Besides. I know I’m safe because you’re here in case the worst happens.”[/color] She purred in response, blinking at him playfully. He was always so serious; it was easy to tease and play with him. It was unfortunate that they hadn’t been able to grow up together. [color=#4E387E]“I’m afraid I’ll have to miss out on the next trip to the Moonfall though..”[/color] The white she-cat trailed off, hearing Jaggedstar call the Gathering into session. Struggling to sit up, she gives her chest fur a couple of embarrassed licks as she’d noticed some other cats watching her flounder. No doubt they also thought that she should be back in camp at the nursery.

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[color=#00FF00]Location: The Clearing; Leader’s Log
Interacted: The Gathering[/color][/center]
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Staring out at the sea of faces looking up at him, the LightClan leader relished in how he could silence them all with his summons. His pelt rippled as the muscles beneath flexed with waiting power. The strongest of the leaders, and least forgiving, Jaggedstar knew that no one would dare threaten LightClan. He was unafraid of battles, and had more than once taken the lives of other cats. He’d driven his own brother out to maintain the fear he had over his clanmates and others. The latest generation of warriors however, had become more trouble than they were worth. Perhaps a purge was in order. 

Stepping forward, while the other leaders remained seated, Jaggedstar looked over the crowd before beginning. [color=#00FF00]“Two Moons ago, Hollowshade, Badgersnout and Hawkwing drove a badger out of our territory. It fled into the mountains near the OakClan border.”[/color] The powerful black tom gave a moment as his clanmates cheered, letting the warriors drink in the praise with pride. [color=#00FF00]“In addition, We’ve named two new warriors this moon; Ashstorm and Adderwasp.”[/color] Pausing again while cats called out the new names, Jaggedstar let the faintest hint of amused pride glow in his emerald shaded eyes. [color=#00FF00]“Prey is running well, and our apprentices are showing great promise; LightClan remains strong after this leaf-bare.”[/color] 

Finishing his news, the black leadered settled back down on the log, wrapping his tail over his paws while waving for the next leader to share.
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[@The Elvenqueen][@Dusty][@Pennydumb123][@WelcmeToGudBrgr][@Drakey][@Canidae][@Polaris North][@Pastel Moon][@The Elvenqueen]