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Post by Virtuoso on Dec 1, 2014 0:38:43 GMT -5
The night resembled any other night; clear, cold, every cats' breath suspended in fog in the air above them as they go about their nightly duties. A full moon shone in the sky above the lake territories, illuminating the paths of the clan cats flocking to the island in the center of the lake. It was the night of the Gathering once again.
Rosestar had moved his clan early, the king of MoonClan sitting high and mighty on the designated bough of the tree. His tail curled against the branch beneath him as he watched the clearing fill up, a cold, calculating expression on his face. Below him, Freefall paced around the foot of the tree with his ears pinned back and his hackles raised, agitated. Valeriankit sat still and unmoving like the stones he resembled, his lanternlike eyes closed and his ears pricked to the noises of the assembling cats.
Duskjump barreled into the clearing ahead of the SkyClan cats, eagerly rolling across the freshly fallen snow and covering his pelt with the stuff. As it melts and cold water seeps to his skin he gives a delighted shudder, rolling around in the snow. "Snow! Just like in the mountains, right?"
Crossheart exhibited coolness and focus as he strode into the area, taking his seat beneath the tree. WindClan filed in after him and he looked around at the gathering cats, taking note of who's doing what and testing himself to see who he recognizes in the other clans. Duskjump, Freefall...the small gray apprentice under Rosestar's branch is new to him, though..
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