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to say she disliked gatherings was an understatement. thornystar was an introvert by nature, generally preferring her own delightful company. she'd grown plenty used to the humdrum of riverclan and her clanmates, but that was one clan; four? that was more or less a nightmare to the feline, akin to those of fire and canines.
still, as she led her clan into the clearing of fourtrees, she found some relief at being the first ones there, moving quickly up to her usual branch, while her clanmates scattered about the clearing, getting comfortable and claiming first dibs on their favorite spots. let it begin, i suppose.
( heyo homies, first gathering of 2020 woah!! )
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; line-height: 100%; color: black; margin-top: 10px"][justify]Scorchstar could have been said to hold similar views to his fellow clan leader -- but that would've required him to actually disclose his close feelings to someone he neither trusted, nor really wanted to trust in that way. He wasn't exactly the type that was interested in being friends with those who he'd undoubtedly be forced to meet under combative circumstances. But, for the sake of a peaceful night, he would try to swallow his distaste.
Weaving through the ever-thickening underbrush, the rubicund feline lead what remained of Windclan into the clearing and watched them disperse, chattering amongst themselves and those who had previously arrived. He wouldn't tell anyone off for mingling; it only happened once a moon, and he liked to believe nobody knew much of anything that would be devastating to talk about. The moor cat narrowed his eyes, now deep as the river in the tree-filtered moonlight. It remained to be seen, as much tended to be for him.
Hopping up to his designated place, Scorchstar looked up and found his eyes meeting Thornystar, who seemed to have already settled a while ago. He knew he wasn't late -- two clans still had yet to arrive -- but the feeling remained nonetheless. It was his first time, and he'd be damned if he didn't make a decent impression. They didn't need an inept leader; Windclan had gone through enough already. Pelt prickling, he nodded ever so slightly and shifted his gaze elsewhere.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px;"][font=calibri]Well , it seemed that a majority of the clan leaders were introverted in nature . Talonstar could not say he particularly enjoyed clan gatherings either , but there was really no choice in whether he had to go or not. Despite his quiet nature , going to the gatherings every full moon was crucial to ShadowClan's reputation . He would be damned if their attendance record was tarnished on his behalf .
The inky black tom led his clanmates into the gathering area before breaking off to join the other leaders . Thornystar was here already , as was . . . someone he did not know . He was surely a new leader , and as he seated onto the surface of the stone nearby , he recognized his scent to be WindClan . His irises narrowed as his attention fixed solely onto the new WindClan leader ; his stare lingered only for a few moments before he resumed his gaze onto the growing crowd . Talonstar was ready for this night to be over with .
