Location: The Clearing
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No cat probably wanted to admit it, but Stormflash looked particularly bored as they went through the motions to get to the Gathering. He always found the Gatherings to be quite a hassle, despite it usually being an honor for cats who were picked out to attend. To him, it meant that he had to go out of the territory and thus, can't keep an eye on the clan. He had full trust on the cats back at the territory, but that doesn't ease the worry that had developed in his belly that told him that a rogue cat might attack - or some of the other predators decided that it was time to feast upon his brethren.
Nevertheless, Stormflash had to attend and he was trailing behind the leader of Cliffclan. Opposite of Lightclan, Clifflcan usually was the first to get to the meeting place since they valued being on time. However, the other clans were close behind when it came to arriving so he didn't exactly have the luxury of lounging around for a while. Taking his position behind the leader where deputies usually sat when it came to Gatherings, he let his eyes roam for a while. He saw other cats mingling with each other - friends from beyond the clan finally meeting yet again and shared gossips. This kind of interaction always brought a smile upon his face, even if it ran the risk of them losing loyalty over to another clan.
Stormflash had been there before. He was friends with cats from other clans, before he became Deputy which offered no chance to talk with others. He had made good friends, but most had died one way or another. Though, there was on glaring memory he could always remember. It was the fact that he never befriended any cat from Lightclan. It was not by choice, of course. Stormflash had tried, along with his sister, but they always fell short for some odd reason or another. He knew how ruthless the cats of Lightclan were, and maybe they didn't really like Cliffclan's behavior towards other cats. After all, they were the most accepting out of all of them. Perhaps they loathed them for being this easygoing. Who knows.
Jaggedstar and his clan had finally arrived. Stormflash gazed at him and his deputy before turning his head to another position so the leader of Lightclan wouldn't tear him to pieces for looking. Stormflash had never been fond of Jaggedstar but that was mostly attributed to him just being overall hard to approach. Even those from Lightclan who decided to leave told them that he was never the warmest of cats nor did he have many friends - or any at all, depending on which cat you heard it from. Stormflash wondered if he would still be leader once he takes up the mantle as the leader of Cliffclan. Hopefully not, he could already feel the migraines of trying to talk it out with him when it comes to certain problems. He wondered how the leader kept up with Jaggedstar all this time - then again, they tried to avoid any confrontations with the Lightclan leader so that may be why.
Ah the Gathering. It had always been a time for mingling with other cats. Tigerfall was rather thankful that they all had this chance to take it easy, lest Starclan smite them all for being disrespectful and going against the Warrior Code. Yes, the Code. If he wasn't mistaken, it had only been made recently. Before he had been born, his parents were both rogues until very recently before his birth. He still remembered how the elders usually told their stories about how they weren't in clans before. No Warrior Code, no Clan, just them and surviving in this forest. Tigerfall wondered how that kind of lifestyle worked out. But there was no time to wonder about the past - as he was here on the present and had to pay attention.
Tigerfall's tail flicked to the side as he watched the other clans enter - eyes brightening when he saw familiar faces. The other Medicine Cats had been good friends to him, and he to them. There was a bond you would come to share when you meet every half moon to convene with Starclan. He always came to appreciate their presence when they would share some stories when they came together as they waited. Which reminded him, Frostwhisker had still been expecting kits, was she not? He wondered if she would come to the Gathering - and their own meeting in Moonfall. It had always been risky for her. He was worried about her well-being because of it. But no matter, she was a medicine cat herself - surely, she knew how to pace herself well. Besides, she had an apprentice. They will be fine.
His eyes were drawn towards other cats - mainly that of the Boulderclan Deputy, Spidernose. He had always wondered who Frogshade's kit was, the other one, he means. After the Gathering from when she was announced as warrior, Tigerfall put two on two together. He was interested in her not only because she was Softwillow's (his apprentice) sister, but also because she was part Cliffclan as well. He wondered when she would find out. Frogshade and Softwillow never spoke up since it would cause some frictions between the two clans. However, was it truly a good idea to just leave her in the dark like that? What was the father doing anyway? To simply not tell Spidernose all about it. Shame, really.
Memories of Lilybranch and Dawnstrike flooded his mind without his consent. He had always regretted it - his sister's death and his brother's disappearance. There was a small part of him that blamed himself for it. Mainly because of how powerless he was to stop his siblings from running out. Had it not happened, maybe Lilybranch would have still been alive. Dawnstrike would have never left. Tigerfall had been aware of his brother's hotheaded nature, but he failed to do anything before it happened. He knew that Coalrunner felt the same - maybe even more since she had been present during the fight. But neither showed their remorse - their guilt. They had to move on and live on.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if your sister was with you?" He mused to his apprentice, tail now tucked in on top of his paws. Tigerfall had been careful to say it so that the other Medicine Cats wouldn't suspect much when they overhear. One would easily think that he may have been talking about a departed littermate.
"Personally, I find littermates to be quite a handful, but they are useful to be around when it comes to lifting my spirits up." It was just the musing of an old cat who remembered his own siblings and how he can't be with them anymore - aside from one.
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