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Sure, it might not've been the best weather in the world for a Gathering, but the moon was nearly at its largest, high up in the sky, so peace fell over the land as cats from each Clan made their way to Fourtrees, ready to exchange the latest news with the others. The world around them was slightly damp from the morning's rain, and the tiniest raindrops still fell from the clouds that, thankfully, did not hide the view of the full moon.
Into the clearing stepped a larger cat Pokemon, face contorted in an almost-snarl as he looked around the empty space before him. "First again?" he growled quietly to himself, glancing back to his Clan as he led them along. With a swiftness his Clan has learned to expect from such an unexpected source, the Purugly leapt onto the rock all leaders sat on during a Gathering, turning back to face his rather small group. "Alright, ThunderClan!" he called out in his deep, booming voice, a bit too loudly, to get their attention. "Make yourselves comfortable while we wait for the others to arrive, I guess." He added the last two words as quietly as he could, which was not very quiet at all, shaking his head like he was disappointed with the others for not already being here. "Man, I could really go for a Rattata right now or somethin'." Watching over his Clan from his laying position on the large rock, Flintstar waited not-so-patiently for some others to show up, whiskers twitching in annoyance.
Meanwhile, deep in the moors of WindClan territory, a kit of only four moons played with the water of a still-dripping leaf. Standing under said leaf, her small form would dart out of its reach just as another droplet threatened to fall onto her head. Giggling happily to herself, the Skitty played alone while most of her Clan prepped for the upcoming Gathering. As much as she wished to tag along with them, she knew she could not, since not only was she underage, the trip would most likely be too much on her stubby legs, and besides, she'd probably be breaking the warrior code if she did, anyway. Shrugging the thought out of her mind, Tinyfoot continued her mindless play, small mewls rising from her throat every once in a while as her energy became more and more depleted as time progressed.
Sure, it might not've been the best weather in the world for a Gathering, but the moon was nearly at its largest, high up in the sky, so peace fell over the land as cats from each Clan made their way to Fourtrees, ready to exchange the latest news with the others. The world around them was slightly damp from the morning's rain, and the tiniest raindrops still fell from the clouds that, thankfully, did not hide the view of the full moon.
Into the clearing stepped a larger cat Pokemon, face contorted in an almost-snarl as he looked around the empty space before him. "First again?" he growled quietly to himself, glancing back to his Clan as he led them along. With a swiftness his Clan has learned to expect from such an unexpected source, the Purugly leapt onto the rock all leaders sat on during a Gathering, turning back to face his rather small group. "Alright, ThunderClan!" he called out in his deep, booming voice, a bit too loudly, to get their attention. "Make yourselves comfortable while we wait for the others to arrive, I guess." He added the last two words as quietly as he could, which was not very quiet at all, shaking his head like he was disappointed with the others for not already being here. "Man, I could really go for a Rattata right now or somethin'." Watching over his Clan from his laying position on the large rock, Flintstar waited not-so-patiently for some others to show up, whiskers twitching in annoyance.
Meanwhile, deep in the moors of WindClan territory, a kit of only four moons played with the water of a still-dripping leaf. Standing under said leaf, her small form would dart out of its reach just as another droplet threatened to fall onto her head. Giggling happily to herself, the Skitty played alone while most of her Clan prepped for the upcoming Gathering. As much as she wished to tag along with them, she knew she could not, since not only was she underage, the trip would most likely be too much on her stubby legs, and besides, she'd probably be breaking the warrior code if she did, anyway. Shrugging the thought out of her mind, Tinyfoot continued her mindless play, small mewls rising from her throat every once in a while as her energy became more and more depleted as time progressed.
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