AltTitle- Lesbian Cats

Rated T for sexual references, violence, abuse, minor language, being un-beta, ect. (mostly in later chapters)
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Sprucepaw looked up at the night sky, watching as the treetops that once blocked the starlight become scarce. Her golden eyes were wide as they tried to take in all they can. Being her first time to a Gathering, the young molly couldn't get enough of all the new sights and smells that touched her alert senses. By her side was a bigger dark brown tabby named Murkpaw, who chuckled at her fascination. He nudged the other out of her trance. "Cool, huh?" He laughed. Sprucepaw felt her fur bristle before huffing at him, deciding to say nothing in return. This only caused the tom to laugh again before reassuring the apprentice it was alright to be fascinated by them. The marshes of ShadowClan were dark and foreboding, the terrain consistent with being muddy and wet. The light had a hard time traveling down to their eyes, but these cats adapted to the darkness that made their home. The patched apprentice still felt somewhat ashamed to be engrossed with something as simple as lights and returned her focused to the path ahead.

The clan of dark-colored cats weaved through the ferns that littered the territory owned by Riverclan, staying within five tail-lengths from the lake as promised when the cats first came here years ago. The leaders now were decadence of the leaders back then, though Sprucepaw couldn't remember all of their names 'Lightstar' was just about all she could remember. Sadly, the clan who he ruled always escaped her. Forgetfulness was something that her mentor always scolded her about, threatening that Adderstar would kick her out to be eaten by badgers if the molly didn't show improvement soon. She girl shivered at the thought – though she had no clue what a badger even looked like. If one showed up practically half the clan was there to drive it off to where it came. Same with kitty-pets, rouges, their own clanmates-

Everyone ahead of her started to slow down, so the young molly did the same. Her eyes followed as they each leaped on the tree without hesitation. Adderstar's speckled gray coat glistened as Starclan's light hit them, making the glow as he bravely crossed the fallen tree with ShadowClan behind him. Admirable was an understatement.

A nudge from Murkpaw notified his distracted friend. It was her turn to cross.

Unsteadily, the bright-eyed feline placed one gentle paw on the wood. She then added the other, growing a bit more confident with herself. Older cats simply jumped beside - even over – her to continue the journey. "Any day now," Her tabby friend scoffed from behind. She swallowed and carefully lifted herself up the log, hind claws instantly digging into the bark for purchase as she felt the sensation of falling. But the youngster didn't. She did, however, looked a little silly for gripping onto the tree as if her life was near its end. A snort of amusement sounded from ahead, filling the calico with shame. She straightened up and scurried across to get it over with. Murkpaw was hot on her heels.

"Had trouble?" He joked playfully. Sprucepaw's ears tilted back, "You sure do like your voice." She said bitterly but softened by her own hint of amusement. Just beyond the bushes they could hear pawsteps, smell other clans, and hear new voices. The excitement from earlier was flowing into the tri-colored molly once again. They both got off the bridge, parting the bushes and following their group into the clearing.

The Gathering was much bigger than expected. Cat filled the area with their chatter, moving between each other to find the right spot or to find a friend. The new apprentice slowly and blindly followed Murkpaw's lead as he swiftly ran over to ThunderClan, watching as the new faces milled about. For the first time, she felt as if she were on another planet. Stranded in a place where everything was different, down to the sound and feel of things. Slightly overwhelmed, Sprucepaw skittered over to the cat she was most comfortable with as he sat down to talk to another cat.

Upon noticing the other, the dark tabby purred. Murkpaw motioned his tail from her to a tall yet powerful looking she-cat. Beside her was another molly. Sprucepaw sat down beside him as he started to introduce her. "Fallpaw, this is Sprucepaw." He meowed to the bigger cat. The scent of ThunderClan was easily distinguished from the cloud of smells. She nodded her head in greeting before Murkpaw pointed to the other she. "And that's Mistpaw," He said. Mistpaw was obviously a RiverClanner – they all somehow smell wet. And fishy. Actually, Mistpaw was wet. Water clung from her sleek black fur, riding down until it hit the ground, absorbed by the earth after moments of contact. This allowed her to also notice the odd white spots that marked her chest, paws, and tail-tip. Puzzled, the ShadowClan feline raised the question. "Did you . . . swim? Over here?" Mistpaw blinked. "Yes." Came the flat reply.

Not sure if that was sarcasm or not, she instead looked back over to the Thunderclanner. Fallpaw's tail thwacked that stoic black cat behind her head, earning an abrupt hiss in response. "Sorry," the pine-scented Fallpaw meowed sweetly to Sprucepaw. "She doesn't have manners." Mistpaw licked her lips but said nothing in return. That seemed a bit unnecessary for someone of another clan. She assumed her to be the mother of the group.

Murkpaw laughed for what must have been the hundredth time in the past hour. "Mistpaw is a grumpy elder. Don't let that get to you though – she's nice when she warms up to you." And how long would that take, the thought appeared but was never spoken.

"Well, nice to meet you too!" Sprucepaw purred in hopes of putting up a better impression. Fallpaw purred in return while Mistpaw barely grunted. Tough crowd

The golden ThunderClan molly and Murkpaw started to chat some more with each other, leaving just her and the rather unapproachable Mistpaw.

"So," The calico started. Mistpaw lifted her yellow gaze from the crowd to her slender multicolor frame, making the molly freeze. Whatever she was about to say fled her mind and was replaced and heat and confusion. Somewhat startled and taken aback, Sprucepaw coughed and tried to regain her footing. "How are you?" She asked. Mistpaw replied, "Fine."

The Shadowclanner felt her whiskers twitch. Her one-worded answers continued for a while. "It's a nice night huh?"

A pause. Then a shrug. "Yeah. newleaf is always nice." Her eyes started to wander about her surroundings. "Do you know when the gathering will start?"

Happy that she got anything besides just a one-word answer, she eagerly mewed. "Don't know, first gathering. Is this your first one as well?"

The black cat nodded. She seems to become more invested in the conversation as time went on. "Yeah. Snowstar wanted to get all the apprentices out the moment he could."

"Out?" Sprucepaw asked. She was now sitting beside the other now that her fur was no longer dripping. The other she-cat dipped her head once again. "He hates it when we are even relaxing. He wants us to work until our paws wear down." The calico giggled at the reply. "I thought RiverClan was always lazing around, with how my clanmates talk about them." That actually earned her a hard exhale as a laugh. Better than nothing, she guessed. "The warriors do! It's like Snowstar isn't aware that when we're not hunting, we're training, if not that, we're out collecting moss or something." She rolled her eyes. "But if you let a single warrior hear you – you'll get an earful. I promise."

Sprucepaw felt herself smile. "Sounds tough," she chuckled. Mistpaw smiled slightly. A yowl from the trees announced the beginning of the gathering, and the two quickly stopped their conversation, as did Fallpaw and Murkpaw.

Snowstar, Adderstar, Maplestar, and Redstar stood among the branches. Below them were their trusted deputies, all of which were members of the leader's first-born litters. They stood proudly as the gathering began with Snowstar. Then with Adderstar's drawn-out report. By Redstar, Sprucepaw was beyond drained. This was boring. Horribly so. Where was the leader/clan drama? Where were the reports about badger or snake attacks? Where was the fun? She could hardly believe she actually looked forward to this snooze-fest. This was nothing like she was told.

One glance at Mistpaw told that she was feeling the exact same. She looked ready to sleep actually, blinking slowly and yawning. All the leaders said the same thing – newleaf was kind as always, new apprentices, new warriors, kits. Staring at rocks was more entertaining at the moment.

The meeting was finally coming to an end, and the clans started to gather together and start the journey back home. Fallpaw spoke of how nice it was to see Murkpaw again, and how nice Sprucepaw was to meet before bouncing off to join Thunderclan. Mistpaw stared at the golden apprentice before looking back at the calico beside her. "It was nice meeting you as well," She mewed plainly. Sprucepaw smiled. "You as well, Mistpaw." She purred. The inky black feline blinked before waving her tail as she walked off. "See you again! Maybe!" Sprucepaw called after her. Mistpaw glanced over her shoulder and called back, barely audible over the sound of cats grouping together and chatting.

"Yeah. Hopefully."