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Newleaf has arrived at last and it’s time to celebrate! Thistlestar and Ratstar have planned a peaceful picnic at the edge of the lake with fun activities and endless fresh kill to go around for everyone. The event is open to all ages, from the youngest of kits to the retired elders. This is the perfect opportunity to befriend new cats and build up alliances. All is well and fun until Swiftclan stumbles across the picnic and with the blessings of both Summerclan and Springclan leaders, join in on the fun bringing along fresh kill of their own.
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Please find below for links to all the threads involved in this event! Feel free to join in the activities with your characters wherever they feel most comfortable at!
DIRECTORY OF THREADS
- Main Thread -
Spring Equinox Picnic: The Gathering (YOU ARE HERE!)
Thistlestar stepped into the empty clearing, his spring green eyes bright with quiet excitement as he searched the other end for signs of any Summerclan cats. The idea to host a picnic came innocently enough, but as the two leaders met from time to time, the idea turned from an innocent suggestion to a full blown plan. It turned out to be a perfect opportunity to breath new life into the two clans and also strengthen an alliance. The Springclan leader could see no harm in moving forward with the plans.
He held a large rabbit tightly in his jaws, stepping forward into the clearing until he reached the middle, dropping the rabbit onto the floor. He turned to see the large group of cats who followed him from Springclan. Though the event was open to all of Springclan no matter the age. A few cats offered to stay behind and guard the camp, but there were a large group of Springclan cats who couldn’t have pounced faster on the opportunity to join in on the festivities.
“Look at all this space!” Sunnykit exclaimed loudly, sprinting past the Springclan leader, his father, with a new wave of energy. Another kit, a dark grey one with bright green eyes followed the ginger kit with similar excitement and energy. Cloverkit’s boisterous laughter echoed loudly in the clearing as she chased after Sunnykit.
Thistlestar couldn’t hold back a wide smile as he watched his youngest son sprint around in the clearing, laughing as he attempted to outrun the older kit, but Cloverkit was just as fast if not a bit faster, crashing playfully into Sunnykit as the two began to wrestle.
“Cloverkit, be careful with Sunnykit!” Mossbreeze yowled, dropping the few mouses she had been carrying in her mouth on top of the rabbit, beginning a small pile of fresh kill. The medium length white and black she-cat stood at the leader’s side, but her eyes were locked on her daughter who tumbled around in loud but excited laughter. She exhaled heavily as she realized her words went unheard under the loud laughter that broke from the two kits.
“They will be just fine Mossbreeze.” Thistlestar purred quietly, nodding off to the two kits in the distance “Hopefully they will tire themselves out enough to pass out early and let just rest tonight.” He half-joked, causing the queen to laugh deeply.
“A parent can only dream of a kit tiring themselves out enough to get a full night of sleep.” She mumbled whole-heartedly, giving her daughter one last look before bowing her head respectfully towards the Springclan leader and retreating back to her mate and the remainder of her kits.
Ratstar was brimming with cheer and excitement as he led his clan towards the clearing, where he could just make out the figures of Springclan warriors with his good eye. The Summerclan leader had been so eager for this event that he barely slept...a common occurrence, for anyone remotely familiar with the tom. But for once, his chronic sleeplessness was for a good reason. Who would've thought that his awkward first-meeting with the Springclan leader would lead to this? While Thistlestar might say that the idea was a mutual one, the brown tabby was absolutely sure that he was the one who first suggested it. It just made sense; the border between Summerclan and Springclan was virtually nonexistent, only consisting of the small clearing where this event was being hosted. If they had nothing to fight about, why not celebrate the good weather instead?
As his group cam closer, the tom's pace began to increase, especially when he spotted the Springclan leader himself by a newly made fresh-kill pile. Waving his tail, Ratstar bounded over, grinning as best he could with his muzzle full. He was carrying so many birds, his mouth looked more feathers than teeth. Setting a robin, cardinal, and a couple sparrows down next to the mice, he looked up at his...friend? - more like good acquaintance - with a smile. "A beautiful day, if I do say so myself, Thistlestar," he purred, glancing up at the flawless blue sky. "I'm glad we could get our clans together like this."
Seasparkleflash followed close behind his leader, nodding respectfully to the Springclan leader as he deposited a couple of fish. The young ginger tabby was both excited and nervous about the event; he really couldn't say that he'd met any Springclan cats before. It would be quite a new experience for him, though he hoped to meet some new friendly faces throughout the day. He blinked as a pair of wrestling kits rolled right past him, and let out a purr of laguhter. This would going to be quite the interesting day. The warrior glanced over his shoulder at one of his clanmates. "Don't be shy, Largelight! Set down your prey and come mingle!"
"Oh...okay!" A rather heavyset cream she-cat stumbled awkwardly into the clearing, quickly depositing her own contribution, a small mouse, before quickly scrambling over to Seasparkleflash's side. Largelight was always a somewhat cowardly cat, a former kittypet who had yet to fully get used to life in the wild, though she liked to think she was getting better. But she still found herself feeling anxious, even in this supposed day of peace. The only other interaction she had with the other clans was a patrol run-in with Fallclan, and that had escalated into a brawl. What if today went the same way?
Mudthistle took up the rear, having no prey to bring, but rather an irritated kit dangling from her jaws by his scruff. "Why do I have to be carried?!" Grasskit whined, struggling in his mother's iron-tight grasp. The brown queen merely rolled her eyes before finally setting her son down in the clearing beside his siblings. "Because you kept running off," she answered with a tired sigh. "And if you keep acting up at the picnic, I'll pick you up and take you right back to camp, understand?"
Grasskit fidgeted as he smoothed her ruffled pelt, before sheepishly looking up at Mudthistle. "Yes Momma," he sighed, still pouting a little. "Can I go play now? I wanna meet the Springclan kits!"
Thymekit skidded around both his mother and Thistlestar, leaping along to catch up to his sister and Sunnykit. "It's so big!" He said in amazement, bouncing around the wide clearing. He fidgeted with excitement beside the wrestling kits, cheering, "Go Sunnykit! Go Sunnykit!" His paws itched with a want to join, but he busied himself with taking in his surroundings. He soon wondered away from the fighting, sniffing around at the ground before him.
Something fluttered by, a little white, delicate something. "Guys!" He yelled, staring at the small creature. "Come look at this!" He chased it as it stuttered in the air, sometimes trying to catch it in his paws. Completely forgetting about the creature at the arrival of new cats. Thymekit raced towards them, shouting a, "Nevermind!" as he left the bug. They smelled new and strange, and he couldn't help but wind around and sniff at them. "Who are you guys?" He asked curiously, following the one with the missing eye. He turned and spotted a new kit, excitement bubbling in his chest, overpowering his curiosity.
He bounded towards the kit, bouncing around him. "Hi! I'm Thymekit! Who are you? Wanna play with us?" He motioned towards Cloverkit and Sunnykit, already dashing off towards them without even giving the kit a chance to answer.
SummerClan
Sunpaw had been looking forward to this day ever since she heard it was planned, which admittedly, wasn't a very long time. Light green misted her vision, coating the surrounding cats with it's shade. She followed her leader closely, wanting to be one of the first ones there. She had properly met any SpringClan cats. She laughed as she spotted the kits tumbling around. She didn't focus on them long, instead going towards the fresh-kill pile and the leaders. She tried her best not to let the gray of the pile overwhelm her.
"Hello!" She said, sounding as confident and happy as she looked, "I'm Sunpaw, and you're Thistlestar, right?" At every word, she felt a tad more embarrassed. Maybe his name was Nettlestar? Should she even be talking to him? No, that was a dumb question, he was most likely fine with it and she was just being orange.
Windyhurricane came in carrying... Well. He was carrying at least six mice, but it wasn't his muzzle. Tangled up in his birds nest excuse for fur were six mice, he had offered to carry quite a bit of prey, but no one had anticipated he wouldn't just grab it like a normal person. Windyhurricane walked over to the feast before shaking out the six pieces of prey from his fur along with some piece of twig, feathers, and leaves before giving a happy puppy dog like of a grin and running into the nearby water with a satisfying splash as he rinsed out his fur of the prey smell before returning back over to the others with a wet pelt. He returned back over to where Mossbreeze was who started the freshkill pile, "Hey good catches!" He congratulated in his typical enthusiastic tone. He definitely couldn't have been born in SummerClan, his wild long grey fur was a dead give away he was an outsider and most likely WinterClan given the enormous thickness of his pelt.
SPRINGCLAN
Oceanicbreeze moved to the shade before realizing he should go and talk to others than sit by himself like a loner. Looking around he approached Seasparkleflash, "Hi, I'm Oceanicbreeze," He greeted. He was an incredibly tall and wiry blue grey tom, it was clear no cat would be able to mistake him for anyone else given his sheer stature and unique fur color. His paw rolled a pebble around under his paw, "I'm actually new to SpringClan and getting into the swing of clan life, but I've been really happy with things so far. How has life as a warrior been for you?"
The sight of the Summerclan leader's infectious content as he approached the fresh kill pile made the Springclan leader grin. "I couldn't agree more Ratstar." Thistlestar bowed his head slightly in respect for the Summerclan leader, his sharp gaze turning to the warriors nearest Ratstar and offering small nods of respect before turning back to Ratstar fully. As the Springclan leader opened his mouth to speak, the whirlwind of kits cut past both leaders, causing both to laugh out loud in sync. His gazed lingered on his son, Sunnykit, his eyes sparkling with fatherly pride before turning back to Ratstar. "Please, let everyone know they are welcomed to start feasting when they like." Thistlestar stared down at the fish that were dropped, his expression turned curious as he took in the prey. Fishing was not a common practice in Springclan. So little cats in the past knew how to hunt, but none were alive in Springclan to teach the ways. Thistlestar could recall trying fish when he was still young, but that was many, many moons ago. The sight of the fish brought back the memories though they were muffled and bland. He couldn't remember the taste of fish.
A bright voice interrupted his thoughts, turning his attention directly to a small cat who seemed to be of apprentice age. He offered a small nod and a smile to the she-cat "Yes, it is, It is very nice to meet you Sunpaw." He answered politely, taking in her confidence stance feeling quite impressed by the upfront introduction. "Are you excited for today's events?" He asked thoughtfully, curious to hear the young cat's mindset.
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At the sounds of his clanmate's cheers, Sunnykit pressed hard, slamming himself more powerfully into the dark grey body of Cloverkit, causing them to break into yet another roll and tumble through the grass. "Hey! I'm your sister, you're suppose to cheer me on!" Cloverkit called out to the familiar sound of her brother, Thymekit, before lunging again at Sunnykit. The ginger kit dodged easily but as he jumped forward to tackled the she-cat, he lost his footing and landed under the weight of the older kit, who pinned him roughly into the grass.
Cloverkit grinned victoriously, laughing outloud "Gotcha!" She meowed tauntingly. As Sunnykit began to verbally defend himself, Thymekit's call caught both his and Cloverkit's attention. Both kits turned towards Thymekit curiously, immediately forgetting their wrestling match all together and sprinted over to Thymekit's side to investigate the new oddity.
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Yarrowsong, followed by a young orange cat named Opalpaw, approached the freshkill pile, from her mouth dangled 3 squirrels all being held upside down by the tail. She let them go, adding to the growing pile of fresh kill, her dual colored gaze bright and wide with excitement. She bowed her head respectfully to the Summerclan cat with one, swift motion before taking a look at the other warriors who stood off away from the leader, a pair of cats and approached them fearlessly. "Hello!" She quipped excitingly, her blue and amber eyes blinking in blatant excitement "My name is Yarrowsong! I've never met a Summerclan cat before, even on a patrol!" She immediately admitted, her words blunt and excitable as her tone and mannerisms which seem to be naturally relaxed yet excited at the same time. Oceanicbreeze jumped into the introductions right after, catching Yarrowsong's attention and she couldnt help but nod in agreement "He's done a good job too!" Yarrowsong complimented honestly, winking at Oceanicbreeze before turning back to the other two Summerclan cats.
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Opalpaw deposited the few mouses he carried into the pile, looking up sheepishly before instinctively bowing his head at the Summerclan leader before running back in search of his mentor.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 10, 2020 15:06:45 GMT -5
SummerClan
Graythorn had walked with Sunpaw on the way to the gathering but he hadn't spoken much. It pleased him to see her excited to meet new cats. A medicine cat needs to be welcoming to all, he thought as he watched her run off. He then began to search around for his friend, Fawnheart. The last time they met was at that very strange half moon meeting at the Moon Creek.
Redkit followed closely to her mother, her eyes darting from one place to another trying to take in all the new sites. She was so excited! This was a very uncommon occurrence that kits were allowed outside of the camp's walls. She had been told in no uncertain terms that she wasn't allowed out of the camp when she had been caught hanging around the camp's entrance. So this was a special treat indeed! "Hey! Wait up!" she called after Thymekit. She passed her brother Grasskit in her rush to follow the SpringClan kit.
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Sunpaw beamed at the SpringClan leader, a grin that was all tooth and happiness. “Oh, yes! Very green! Very green indeed!” She purred. She glanced around the clearing, a faint purple making itself known. “I’ve never been here before, it’s very nice.” Her green eyes turned back to her mentor; she felt rather bad for leaving him alone, but she was just so excited! She eyed Thistlestar again, seeing the slight blue. “You’re very light blue,” she noticed, having heard it come off his voice, “like a warm green-leaf day, or in today’s case, a warm new-leaf’s day.”
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Wolftumble was not the most excited cat in the world about this picnic. But he hadn’t meant anyone from SpringClan before, and his burning curiosity forced him to go. He would try to enjoy it, even though the amount of different cats made him worry slightly. He’d probably sound like an idiot the whole time. He trailed near the back of SummerClan, his thick pelt a giveaway that he was not originally from their ranks.
His yellow eyes trailed the ground, anxiety rolling off his pelt. He sat awkwardly near the edge of the clearing, watching the kits tumble around and chase a butterfly. He hesitantly approached them as, after collecting a few more for their ranks, scurried off to chase it once more. “That’s a butterfly,” he explained, watching it flutter around and wanting so bad to catch it and add to his collection. He only had a few butterflies. “...They’re pretty friendly,” he was even worse around kits than he was around full-grown cats. This was an awful idea, good one genius.
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Post by eventide on Apr 10, 2020 17:33:58 GMT -5
SPRINGCLAN Cherrypaw skidded into the clearing behind Thistlestar, grass and dirt flying at her sudden halt. Her mouth became an 'o' of amazement as she took in the myriad cats and scents in the clearing. She'd never been to a gathering before, so this was her first experience with any other cats outside of her clan. Her heart raced like a nervous rabbit's, and her paws itched to bound into the clearing. Still, she had some dignity and instead forced herself to stride forwards with a calm grace - or at least what grace an apprentice with lanky legs could muster. Seeing an apprentice she didn't know, she began to walk towards the other she-cat, but paused when she saw her talking to Thistlestar. Wait, was that allowed? Ever the one to copy other's examples, she walked up to Ratstar and puffed herself up so that she looked older and wiser. Little did she know, it only made her look like a frightened racoon.
"Ratstar," she mewed with a tremulous smile and wave of her tail. "I'm Cherrypaw! It's nice to meet you." Pleasantries aside, she tried and failed to hold back the dam of questions she had to ask. "Are you going to come to our picnics every time now? Are you evil? I don't think you are but I heard from an elder that some other clans are evil. You don't look evil, though." Tilting her head to the side, she added, "You smell funny - you all do. Do we smell funny to you?"
Ratstar smirked mischievously at Thistlestar. "You might regret making that decision later; we Summerclan cats got big stomachs," he joked with a hearty purr, debating whether or not to try a wink before deciding not to, before turning to the crowd of Summerclan cats around him. "You heard Thistlestar y'all: DIG IN!" When he looked back to finally chat with the Springclan leader, to his surprise Sunnypaw had beaten him to it. "Ain't she precious?" He teased, ruffling the fur on her head with his paw. "Our new Medicine Cat Apprentice, I dare say the best Summerclan's ever had...don't tell Graythorn I said that."
A voice piped up next to him, and Ratstar glanced down to see a young she-cat, puffed up and somewhat resembling a raccoon. "Hi-" he managed to get out before the eager apprentice began interrogating him at high-speed, his brain racing to keep up. As soon as Cherrypaw ran out of breath, the tabby took a moment to think before answering. "Yeah, if this event goes well I'd love to come back. No, I'm not evil, just a bit ugly. And absolutely, y'all smell nasty!" He grinned cheekily, while feigning waving his paw in front of his nose to fend off the stench.
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"Hello," Seasparkleflash greeted with a friendly smile, waving his ginger tail to them. "It's nice to meet you, Yarrowsong and Oceanicbreeze. My name's Seasparkleflash, I've been a Summerclan warrior for about...eight seasons now? Give or take." He shrugged casually, taking a seat on the grass. "Summerclan's a bit different than my birth clan, but it's really nice. I honestly wouldn't want to be anywhere else." His gaze drifted over towards the lake in the distance, staring at the sparkling waves for a moment in nostalgia before returning to the conversation. "Can't say I've ever really met Springclan before, what's your clan like? I don't get to see much of your territory beyond the water."
Largelight, meanwhile, watched Seasparkleflash effortlessly converse with the Springclan cats for a moment before nervously scooting away. She didn't feel ready to talk to anyone just yet, so instead she grabbed a random squirrel from off the pile and began to eat it by herself a distance away from the gathering. ---------------------------------------------
"Redkit, please be careful!" Mudtistle called out, mostly in vain, as her daughter had already taken off towards the Springclan kits. Turning back to Grasskit, she could already see his big, puppy-dog eyes grow bigger with pleading. "Okay fine," she sighed, finally conceding defeat. "But if you or your siblings leave the clearing without my permission, so help me Starclan we're going straight home."
"Thanks mom!" Without a second of hesitation, Grasskit had already taken off after his sister, sprinting towards the Springclan kits as fast as his legs could carry him.
Mudthistle groaned inwardly, glancing around the clearing until she noticed another she-cat watching the kits play intently. Smiling to herself, the dark brown she-cat padded over to Mossbreeze. "I take it that one or more of those little rascals is yours?" she mewed with a dip of her head and a knowing look as the kits bounded back and forth, as well as Redkit and Grasskit speeding at them. "Mine will be joining the fray in three...two...one."
Smokecloud sat beside his mate, Mossbreeze, an amused look on his scarred face. Even though her kits weren't his, the entire clan and the litter all thought Smokecloud was the father. That is how Mossbreeze and Smokecloud wanted it. Though he knew they weren't his by blood, he saw no difference. They were still his kits no matter who their real father was. He gave Mossbreeze an affectionate lick on the ear before speaking. "Dont worry, love. Kits will be kits. They'll be just fine."
Summerclan
Stormgazer came up to Windyhurricane's side. He was her mate and he had joined Summerclan to be with her. "Making new friends, Windy?" She purred, brushing against him.
Lemonspeckle followed Ratstar and the rest of his clan to the lake's edge, his fur fluffed out as the breeze, still slightly cool from the left behind winter, rushed past. His golden eyes took in the meeting of the two clans and he smiled to himself. Ratstar was doing a great job, and he couldn't help but feel it was a good step in the right direction to get to know their neighboring clan. Just behind him, Blackberrypaw followed with his head slightly lowered, not wanting to draw attention to himself, which was quite unusual.
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Sunpaw kicked at the ground bashfully, feeling her ears heat red with embarrassment. She gave a small laugh, pursing her lips and saying, "Your secret is safe with me!" She glanced back at her mentor briefly, only to suddenly turn back at the arrival of a new cat. An apprentice! Cherrypaw, she committed the name to memory, seeing a faint light purple mist once the she-cat spoke. She laughed at her words. She would have responded, had she not been caught up taking the she-cat in, committing her to memory. "I'm Sunpaw," she took a few steps closer, circling the she-cat like she did with many new cats she met, "you have very nice fur." She concluded, giving a friendly grin.
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Peachpaw followed quietly beside her brother, not daring to leave his side. Just as her brother, she was unnaturally quiet. She gazed after Lemonspeckle, then to the plentiful cats that crowded the clearing. A part of her wanted to go talk to half of them, go cause some trouble maybe, but she pushed it down. Trouble wouldn't do any good. She felt the familiar annoying itch in her throat, clearing it repeatedly. She continued to move her mouth as if she were speaking, but no words came out.
Viperstream deposited his prey onto the pile before retreating back to the edge of the clearing to observe the gathering. Rather than interrupt the two leaders speaking, he chose to sit and watch all the cats who attended the gathering. In all of his time in SpringClan, he couldn't recall meeting any cat from SummerClan before, but he could be wrong. This seems like a peaceful enough gathering. SummerClan seems like a nice enough group he thought as cats around him conversed and mingled and kits played with one another. A satisfied smile slowly spread across his face.
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 11, 2020 9:50:34 GMT -5
SUMMERCLAN
Dawnmemories had already dropped off a fish and a squirrel and now stood trying to chat with Beastpaw from SpringClan, but the tom was rather odd. He kept saying "here he comes" and circling. Dawnmemories politely dismissed herself after a few minutes of this and slipped away without Beastpaw noticing. Odd cats they had in SpringClan. She looked around to see who else there was to talk to.
Twisterkit had followed the other kits in, a bright blue flower in his mouth. This was a big moment for him! The small tom dreamed constantly about finding his prince and perhaps today was the day! The tom had spent the morning grooming his fur carefully and then selecting the perfect flower to bring to the feast. But now the amount of cats was overwhelming. He tried to seek out the other kits, padding around warriors and elders.
Roachpelt was nervous, his entire body was tense as he stood among the other cats. He was a friendly, well liked elder but he was also new to the forest. The amount of cats around him had taken him off guard.
Sunpaw kicked at the ground bashfully, feeling her ears heat red with embarrassment. She gave a small laugh, pursing her lips and saying, "Your secret is safe with me!" She glanced back at her mentor briefly, only to suddenly turn back at the arrival of a new cat. An apprentice! Cherrypaw, she committed the name to memory, seeing a faint light purple mist once the she-cat spoke. She laughed at her words. She would have responded, had she not been caught up taking the she-cat in, committing her to memory. "I'm Sunpaw," she took a few steps closer, circling the she-cat like she did with many new cats she met, "you have very nice fur." She concluded, giving a friendly grin.
SPRINGCLAN Cherrypaw gave Ratstar a wide, toothy grin before turned to the new she-cat, eyes sparking with curiosity. "Hi Sunpaw, I'm Cherrypaw." Lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, she added, "You guys stink. I'm sorry if I stink too. I think it's because we're in different clans but I also heard you guys might roll in crowfood so I'm not too sure yet. I'll let you know when I find out more." The fiery she-cat trotted towards the pond, assuming Sunpaw would follow. The fresh air rolling off the water relieved her senses and helped her to focus a little more. It looked like a lot of new cats were showing up, and she had to tamp down on her desire to run and introduce herself to every one.
Cimber could really only look around uncomfortably. He trusted Chim.. pretty much without question.. but he wasn't sure how they'd ended up here of all places. He picked his way around the edge of the gathered group in hopes of finding his leader in the mass of cats but thus far he'd had no luck. The Swiftclan deputy eventually sat down and watched the gathering carefully.. trying to get a sense of who was who in this crowd.
He sent a few cats in ahead of him, to look over the meeting and ensure it was truly a feast; then, once thoroughly assured there was plenty of prey to go around, the starving leader led his cats to join them. Traveling was rough on the group and they didn't look their best, but now they'd use it to their advantage: who would turn them away, especially when he had family here? Many of his clan had spent time in SummerClan, including himself, though he hoped the matter of his exile wouldn't be a problem.
"Thistlestar," Chimerastar greeted as he smoothly slid between them, with sickly-sweet honeyed confidence he did not possess. "It's a pleasure to see you again, and your new friend. I don't believe we've properly met," he mewed to Ratstar.
Sootstep was doing his best to avoid his old enemy, but the arrival of the third clan astounded him. He sidled up beside Dawnmemories and nudged her to look at Cimber, his hackles starting to rise. "Who do they think they are to show up here?" he muttered.
Condorstrike's ears twitched back as he hovered awkwardly around the group. He was new to SummerClan and less than thrilled to see SwiftClan arriving: his old WaterClan family and friends might still be there, and he was anxious how they'd respond.
SWIFTCLAN Strutting into the clearing with the swagger of a peacock, Mistralkit tried to hide her sheer excitement at the gathering. The little silver she-kit ignored her rumbling stomach and the sight of so much food, instead turning to the other cats Chimerastar was talking to. That must be the leaders of the other clans, she thought to herself. Though her form was diminuative, she was quick-footed and able to dodge out of the way of frolicking apprentices and warriors with little more than a huffy growl in their direction. Licking her paw and swiping it over her ears, she managed to wait a respectable few minutes before taking a delicate bite out of half-eaten, entirely forgotten rabbit. She wasn't sure if they were actually allowed to be there or not, but her watering mouth and cramping stomach couldn't hold back any longer.
Ratstar had been waving over Roachpelt, hoping to introduce the elder to Thistlestar, when the scent of foreign cats that he didn't recognize filled the clearing. His hackles raised in cautious alarm, glancing between the somewhat thin one-eyed tabby that approached them, and the Springclan leader, who seemed to recognize the ragtag group. "I am Ratstar, leader of Summerclan," he replied with a low growl, trying his best to sound as confident and strong as possible. "And who are you supposed to be? This is a private affair between Springclan and Summerclan."
Before the leader could get an answer, however, a happy shout rose up from among his warriors: "Uncle Chim! Aunt Tiny!" Seasparkleflash bounded forward towards the group of leaders with a purr, meeting a petite black she-cat who had been standing beside Chimerastar in a warm embrace. Behind him, several other Summerclan warriors voiced their recognition of the Swiftclan cats, many of whom had themselves been former Summerclan.
SWIFTCLAN
"Seasparkleflash! It's been too long! How are you? Is Thunderstorm doing alright?" Tinybreath wasn't exactly on-board with her older brother's plan of hijacking every get-together of the other clans; she usually didn't go or participate in an act of mild civil disobedience. Chim didn't really care anyway, and usually brought some prey back for her regardless. However, this party-crashing was a different story, considering that most of their surviving kin was here in Summerclan. For that, the warrior was willing to go along with Chim's mousebrained schemes...just this once.
Firetooth said nothing, and, avoiding eye-contact completely, pushed past the leaders to grab a random bird off the pile. He really hated parties. He hated interaction with other cats in general, but a whole big crowd of them was already starting to make the Medicine Cat feel uncomfortable. Hopefully Graythorn and Fawnheart were here; he could put up with the two of them, at the very least. Padding back towards his clan, he settled down in the grass with his lunch beside the warrior Sliprabbit, the young she-cat rolling her eyes at him in exasperation.
