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Month (Year is 2016) Date Type of Moon
January 23rd Full Wolf Moon
February 22nd Full Snow Moon
March 23rd Full Worm Moon
April 22nd Full Pink Moon
May 21st Full Flower Moon
June 20th Full Strawberry Moon
July 19th Full Buck Moon
August 18th Full Sturgeon Moon
September 16th Full Harvest Moon
October 16th Full Hunter's Moon
November 14th Full Beaver Moon
December 13th Full Cold Moon

Gatherings #1 (December 13th, 2016)

Cats Attending:


Sorrelstar had given birth to her kittens nearly a week ago and now was able to attend the Gathering. The tortoiseshell and white tabby leader walked with Aspenflower to her right and Rooknose to her left. The deputy and medicine cat both quiet for they had heard of Antstar's talk of gaining more territory for herself. The gray and white tabby deputy cast her copper gaze towards the other Clans that were here before them. Well the only one actually. It seemed SpringClan had arrived early. The deputy knew of their new leader, Lakestar. His gentle and quiet self seemed peaceful and with no intent for battle. Surely Antstar would try to take their territory first? Rooknose watched the SpringClan's medicine cat before she separated from her Clan to chat with Honeydapple. if need be the AutumnClan medicine cat would be able to help out the golden molly. Especially after their sickness epidemic.

SummerClan was the third to show up led by their new leader, Waspstar. Still no signs of her current pregnancy but showing vivid signs of depression and sadness. She had grown skinny and her cheekbones showed more. The tortoiseshell queen knew she had to get out of this, of course it had been time for her mate to die. He was leader and it had been his destiny. Skinkfang followed his half-sister worried gaze on her back as she climbed up to meet Lakestar silently. Chervilclaw gazed about the Gathering, green gaze bright following the cats that talked and gossiped of their Clans latest.

WinterClan - despite the latest drama with Blossombreeze - had calmed and now Antstar walked into the Gathering a proud cat. Her deputy following quietly. The red and white tabby couldn't wait to talk with the other deputies. Surely there were some new ones, had SpringClan's come to this one? Goldpetal was her name? Shrugging those questions off she followed growing jumpy with excitement. Dawnnose walked beside Talonfang, whom had become one of her closest and only friends. Most did not dare as Antstar saw her as a smaller sister. In ways Dawnnose saw the leader as her own as well. "Man, I wonder if any of the Clans have any interesting news?" She commented lowly. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 17:25, January 4, 2017 (UTC)

Goldpetal had approached calmly with Lakestar, although she kept her proud stance, despite her belly pains. She seated herself below her leader triumphantly, sitting with her head high and shoulders relaxed. The senior she-cat had every right to be proud, due to being one of the few to survive the bout of illness that had smote her Clan. Her leader, on the other hand, appeared much more relaxed, despite nervousness churning deep within him. He kept his pale fur flat against his built body, while his shoulders drooped as he let out a soft sigh. Honeydapple watched her brother with a faint frown.

Duskstar arrived without her counterpart, feeling as if she was only half of what she used to be without her twin ruling by her side. The leader had almost refused to leave without the broken leader, and surprisingly, it had been the same for Hickorynose. Why did he fret over Dawnstar so much? Yes, she was his leader, but he had no special relation with her, he was but their deputy. Regardless, the prickly deputy sat beneath the moody Duskstar, his paws churning anxiously.

Webshadow moved about smoothly, strides long as he tipped his head in greeting to the jolly Shadowstorm, who had been eagerly babbling off the ear of Otterdance. The AutumnClan warrior didn't seem at all that friendly, and appeared more interested in cleaning out his pelt. Seemed to be more of a vain bird than a loyal feline...Nyan2Silverstar Nyan 20:00, January 4, 2017 (UTC)

Bramblefoot followed his Clan into the clearing, his head and tail held high. ---- Talonfang padded alongside Dawnnose and kept quiet. Although she was very talkactive within her camp, she usually didn't speak that much in a large group - larger than she was used to. Her eyes burned with green fire as they scanned the cats all around them. None of them seemed super hostile, so maybe a fight wouldn't break out. Damn. She loved fighting. ---- Lavenderpaw taggled at the back of her Clan, doing her best to hide behind the older cats. She was horribly shy. ~Patchfeather~ 20:28, January 4, 2017 (UTC)

Cypressfur tagged along with the other AutumnClan cats. The lanky tom stared around with eyes wide in curiosity. He hadn't been to a Gathering yet and because this was his first the tom felt as though he had too much energy. He decided it would be best to stick to his Clan for the time being and then maybe go mingle with other cats. #chicks =trouble 20:33 Wed Jan 4 2017

Dewclaw, despite her moody attitude lately, had come to the Gathering. Sure her father had left to be with the SplashClan mistress of his but as far as she knew she was still his only child. The dilute tortoiseshell made her way towards where Goldpetal sat until a ginger cat interrupted her from her destination.

Blazefire had seen a cat with a look of some kind of emotion, anger maybe? "Hi, I'm Blazefire." The ginger cat greeted and the dilute SpringClan molly then introduced herself as Dewclaw. "What a lovely name, your parents must be proud." Dewclaw cast the ginger cat an odd look. "I only know of my father, he passed during the greencough bout." She replied. Blazefire cast an odd look. "That's odd so did mine, he was in SpringClan."

Aspenflower made her way forward to where she would sit once the Gathering started. Goldpetal had come to the Gathering as she could see. Except she looked like she was in pain as well as expecting her own litter. Wow, she thought. The tabby and white deputy pushed her way forward greeting WinterClan's deputy. "Cherrywhisker," the AutumnClan cat greeted the WinterClan deputy.

Cherrywhisker nodded her greeting. "Evening," the red and white molly said. "How is AutumnClan?" She asked. Cherrywhisker sat down to chat with one of the few deputies she actually knew. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 21:40, January 5, 2017 (UTC)

Whitetoe followed her Clanmates, tense and stony as ever. She would not let her excitement be noticed by anyone, or her eagerness to see new cats. She didn't like it when cats saw her like that. When she got a couple of odd stares she let herself relax a little, just to blend in, letting a more mellow look take over. Still keeping her excitement down, she scanned the clearing with her fiery eyes to see anyone interesting to talk to. ~Patchfeather~ 21:01, January 5, 2017 (UTC)

Skinkfang sat in his post as SummerClan's deputy quiet as ever. Which was odd for his usual bouncy and annoying character. The long-furred deputy cast his sister a look, she seemed to be sinking deeper into her depression. What if she could no longer care for her Clan? Then he'd take over, right? Did Skinkfang want that?

Meanwhile, Shadestorm sat alone with his sleek, glossy head bowed. The SpringClan warrior still grieving his brother. He cast his amber eyes towards the rest of his Clan. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 21:40, January 5, 2017 (UTC)

Whitetoe's gaze fell on a lone warrior. She couldn't see his face in the gloom, but she could scent the sadness coming off of him. Maybe he needed a friend... She approached, keeping to her mellow mood, although wary at the same time. "Hello." ~Patchfeather~ 22:40, January 5, 2017 (UTC)

Shadestorm cast his darl amber gaze upwards, not moving his head just his eyes to look up at the the SummerClan warrior. "What?" He whispered, eyes bowing back to the ground. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 00:59, January 6, 2017 (UTC)

Goldpetal briefly shook her head to remove a couple of clinging leaf pieces, quietly muttering something under her breath. She just wanted to get back to camp, get warm, and sleep. She really saw no point in Gatherings- it was always the same-old. 'All is well in BlahClan', 'prey is running well in BoringClan', and then there was the occasional little childish fight among the leaders. It was embarrassing, really, she was thankful that Lakestar was a collected cat. That Duskstar had a cold outer shell, and could snap at any moment. She had a tongue as sharp as thorns.

Lakestar seemed rather comfortable from where he perched, seeming to calm down quite a bit as Honeydapple made the most ridiculous faces at him. Apparently, someone didn't smell all that good down there. Lakestar was thankful that he was safe from the stench, sitting high beside his fellow leaders. But then, his mind drifted to his sister and brother back at camp (including the youngsters), and he at once became more troubled.Nyan2Silverstar Nyan 01:11, January 6, 2017 (UTC)

Whitetoe gave a respectful bow. "I am Whitetoe, of SummerClan. I've never seen you before..." she said, lifting her head and letting her eyes ask for his name. ~Patchfeather~ 01:14, January 6, 2017 (UTC)

Shadestorm stayed silent, his thoughts on Rookflame. "I'm Shadestorm," Hesitation. "Of SpringClan." He finally said, not lifting his sad gaze. Heck, he was sure the rest if SpringClan wished him to get over his littermate, his other half. Despite Rookflame's death being almost two moons ago (if whiskers is fine with that date) he still grieved. For he truly had lost all of his family. All on the same day. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 04:33, January 6, 2017 (UTC)

Ear twitching a little, bowed her head once more."...Shadestorm. A pleasure to meet you. You look down," Whitetoe noted, lifting her head again. ~Patchfeather~ 04:41, January 6, 2017 (UTC)

Shadestorm's head then darted up. Of course.. he thought. His amber gaze now burned on her face. "What's it to you?" He said coldly. It seemed he had snapped out of his trance. Usually he only grieved his brother when he was alone. He had been alone. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 04:44, January 6, 2017 (UTC)

"I've heard that talking about it helps," Whitetoe said, shrugging. She wasn't sure if she was doing good... she had never been the greatest cat to talk to about... upsetting stuff... ~Patchfeather~ 04:50, January 6, 2017 (UTC)

Shadestorm cast the molly an odd look before he shrugged it off. "Its nothing, just grieving." he stated. Of course to him it was more than just nothing, it was everything. He had lost his family. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:29, March 29, 2017 (UTC)

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