Chapter 3 - Chapter 2: To The Gathering

Allegiances



ThunderCan:

Leader: Twostar-beautiful black -and-white calico she-cat



Deputy: Downypelt-a handsome black-and-white tom



Medicine Cat: Embersnout-a once-handsome, old but experienced ginger tom

Warriors:

Eagleheart- a ginger warrior with black paws, and a strong and sturdy young cat who lives up to his name

Stifftail-a senior warrior who is always willing to prove himself; a dark tabby

Gorsepaw- Stifftail's young black apprentice; a sturdy and thickset tom

Mottledfur- A young blue-gray warrior she-cat

Bloodclaw- A wise young warrior just out of apprenticeship. Short ginger fur goes to legs; paws are deep roan.

Glorypaw- A pretty roan she-cat, white paws.

Tenorvoice- A large and sturdy white tom with equally white eyes.

Glasspaw-A small and adventurous she-cat; black and brown

Manglepelt-a gray and blue mottled furred she-cat; her body is permanently cracked to one side

Queens:

Threetoe- a young black queen that is expecting her litter any day now. Lost one toe during ferocious battle.

Crippledjaw-a white, strained she-cat whose back has a cripple, only Crippledjaw also suffers from a permanently dislocated jaw. Elders-

ShadowClan-



Leader: Ragingstar-rusty coloured tom with a sixth claw on each paw

Deputy: Ebonfur-a black and gray tabby tom whose left eye was torn out, a black blotch and three scars tell the tale themselves.

Medicine Cat: Taintedheart-a tortoiseshell she-cat with a large scar across her belly. Long scars go from her temple to shoulders

Warriors-

Soilear-a pale nutmeg coloured she-cat with twin tabby ears

Friskpaw- Soilear's apprentice; a black cat with white ears and white on the tail

Smallear- a ginger, tom with long dangerous claws. Enormous paws on sturdy legs. Tiny eyes, hence the name

Pouncepaw- Smallear's apprentice; a sleek, brown tom with large hind legs

Whitefoot- a black senior warrior tom with completely white paws

Scringeclaw-a large tom with gnarled claws and a twisted leg

Boldstripe- A she-cat on the edge of retirement to the Elders; completely black pelt with one white, splotchy stripe going down her back

Apprentices:

Friskpaw

Pouncepaw

Queens:

Daisypelt-a beautiful she-cat with strong and muscular paws, nursing three kits

Frownface- a white senior she-cat nursing her last two kits

Elders:

Drowzytail-a black tom with a tail that seems broken

Gracelegs-a ginger she-cat with long, elegant legs, white face







WindClan-

Leader: Fallingstar-A dark brown tabby tom with white paws and ears



Deputy: Tiptail-A gaunt black tom with a white chest and paws, part of his tail is missing

Medicine Cat: Threelegs- a young she-cat just out of apprenticeship, only has three legs

Fuzzpaw- Threelegs' apprentice, a golden she-cat

Warriors:

Azurepelt- a shiny, blue-gray pelted tomcat, with black ears

Rippaw- Flamepelt's apprentice, a large tortoiseshell tom

Catpaw- Tiptail's apprentice, wise and young she-cat tortoiseshell with a dark brown colour on the end of her tail

Crowdance-a large, sleek, shiny black tom whose fur glows like a crow's

Queens:

Gonetail- the eldest and only nursery Queen, with only a stump for a tail, nursing two kits

Elders:





RiverClan-



Leader: Flashstar-a sleek white she-cat

Deputy: Wildpelt-a wise and generous tom cat whose name is the opposite of his calmness

Medicine Cat: Rabbitleaf- a quick-witted, old golden furred cat, forest green eyes

Warriors:

Redspeck- a roan tom, dying of illness

Dandypelt- a golden she-cat, dying of illness

Forestpaw- Dandypelt's apprentice, a young orange tom, caught illness

Queens:

Elders:



Loners/kittypets:

Madclaw: an insane black lone cat

Scruffy- a young black and white kittypet

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Chapter 2: To The Gathering





The ThunderClan camp was a large, empty area surrounded by a large amount of forest, full of mice, squirrel, rabbit and badger. The camp's entrance is a large, gorse tunnel, full of undergrowth. The barriers around the outside of the camp were made of woven sticks and thorn bushes. At the center of the sandy home lay the pile of fresh-kill, which the cats took food from to eat beside their friends and share tongues. A pretty, young she-cat padded out of the apprentices' den, a thatch hut made of large, prickly twigs and leaves. As she stretched, her beautiful roan fur shone in the dim sun. White paws reached to the edge of the fresh-kill pile, and her mouth picked out a succulent vole.

As she silently pranced over to her friends, Glasspaw and Gorsepaw, she overheard the worried voices of Tenorvoice and her leader, Twostar. She only caught the last few words, “… Is gone. He left early, by the prints.”

Looking about, Tenorvoice noticed her and smiled, pretending to be at ease. When she looked away to tell her friends what she heard, the call came from Highrock, where Twostar, or any leader of ThunderClan, stood to speak to the Clan.

“Cats old enough to hunt and catch their own prey,” she began, “Gather before Highrock for a Clan meeting.”

Twostar's bright blue eyes flashed in the sun, showing all signs of worry embedded in them. When the clan was assembled, young and old, kits and elders, she sighed, and then told them, “Ringpelt is gone. We know he is, or maybe was, of old age, but surely he was thinking clearly, because his tracks led straight to the Thunderpath, into ShadowClan territory.” She spoke in grief and outrage at once.

“A traitor!” a cat yowled at the back.

“An outcast!”

“Find him, and tear his gut!” another meowed.

“When we find him, we'll tear of his ears and let him run away blind!” The voice was distinctly Stifftail's, an old warrior and mentor.

“No! Stop this, immediately!” Twostar spat, defending her old friend. Letting the fur lie flat on her tortoiseshell back, she said more softly, “Maybe he left, maybe he did betray us. But nothing like what you said will be done until we receive the truth. I will talk to ShadowClan at Fourtrees, to hear their side of the story. At the next Gathering we will see.”

As she leapt down from the rock, the ThunderClan cats departed to their daily tasks. Most went back to the fresh-kill that they had left, and went on sharing tongues.

“So, Glorypaw, what were you going to tell us?” Gorsepaw asked, licking his paw and casually swiping it over his longhaired face.

“Just what she said,” the roan she-cat replied, quite shaken, “Tenorvoice and Twostar were talking about it-I overheard them, and it just worried me. In fact, where could Ringpelt be now? Alive? Dead? Injured? I wish I knew.”

“We all do, Glorypaw. Especially since we knew him before Twostar became leader.” Glasspaw cried.

“Yes,” Gorsepaw added, then chipped in, “Remember her old name?”

Bringing her voice low to a whisper, Glorypaw mewed with laughter, “Twosocks!”

They were not accustomed to such a funny name, as they've never heard of `socks' before. Suddenly, a yowling summoned them back to the Highrock and this time, at the base, in front of her den, Twostar announced the names of the cats she would take to the Gathering.

“Tenorvoice, Downypelt, Stifftail, Bloodclaw, Glorypaw and Gorsepaw.”

Glasspaw, the third apprentice friend of Gorsepaw and Glorypaw, stalked away, tail low, muttering “Never me. When will my first Gathering be?”

Both Glorypaw and Gorsepaw jumped into the air, mewling happily.

“Our first gathering!” Gorsepaw laughed, then Glorypaw spoke “And we get to hear what ShadowClan has to say in person!”…

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