A Meeting of Queens | tag ; all plot queens

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Doveclaw paced rapidly towards the border, her steps quick and efficient as she approached her destination. "Come on, Thrushtail," she called back to her friend. By the impatient tone of her voice, one would have expected the other she-cat to be ambling along at a snail's pace, though this wasn't necessarily true. Had Doveclaw had the opportunity to meet them, she might easily have become snippy with StarClan as well, given a reason. For now she was simply on her way to a meeting that she and her four friends had agreed to some few days ago. It was to be held on the border between WindClan and RiverClan, in the middle of the day so there would be no patrols. And because she hadn't had the opportunity to talk properly with her friends for a half-moon at least, she was rather eager to speak with them. Besides, today's topic of discussion was pressing in and of itself.

They would be talking about toms.

This was not to be an ordinary chatting session involving rumours and gossip. Doveclaw thought of it as a mission. The five of them had decided; they were all going to find toms to mate so they could have kits at the same time. She had to admit, if she ever had kits, she would definitely want to do it st the same time as at least one of her friends. She certainly wasn't scared of the idea of having kits, but, well... it wasn't something she fancied getting into alone, and she would leave it at that. Satisfied that Thrushtail was indeed coming, the creamy tortoiseshell streaked down a hill and stopped when the smell of RiverClan hit her like a wall. This was the border, where they had said they would meet. Sky-blue eyes roamed the surroundings, largely high, rocky moor that sloped downwards toward lusher grassland. No sign of her RiverClan friends.

Really?? This was important! Doveclaw flicked her ears crossly and sat down to wait, wrapping her brindled tail about her paws. Well, she was a reasonable cat. And she did love her friends, truly she did. But they had better not make her wait too long, because she had come to talk, and she meant to do it! Despite the fact that she was now almost certain that a tom she was willing to mate did not exist within WindClan. But that didn't matter; she wouldn't let it be an obstacle. There were other toms, ones who weren't in WindClan. All she needed was a cat who wasn't mouse-brained to father her kits. They would be WindClan by birth, so it wasn't like such a thing would be disloyal to her Clan. But Doveclaw had searched and searched, and she hadn't been able to find a single tom in WindClan that even came close to her expectations. She wasn't going to settle for second best! She needed a mate, and WindClan just didn't seem to have anything to offer. But it didn't matter.

She would find one anyway, because not even Clan boundaries could stand in the way of true love. It was out there somewhere, and Doveclaw meant to find it.

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"Doveclaw! Thrushtail!"

Robinwing's cheerful cry preceded her as she did not come into view until a few seconds later, bursting towards the border with a big smile on her face. She sprang forwards and went to greet her two WindClan friends, then glanced over her shoulder impatiently. "Gingertail and Littlestream were right behind me... Where've they gone?" She shrugged, wondering at what point she'd managed to lose her other friends. Oh well. They'd turn up eventually.

"So how are you two? We've got a lot to talk about." Robinwing chatted easily, though she felt a little bit shifty inside. This meeting was supposed to be when they discussed who they were going to have kits with so they could carry out their grand plot. The grand plot they'd all known and laughed about since apprenticing. The one which was theoretically viable, and really ought to be quite simple. Just find a tom, fall in love, and all get pregnant at the same time.

Except for a little snag. Robinwing still had no idea which tom she was going to take as a mate. She'd spent the past few days positively ogling the toms in her Clan, and grown very frustrated when none of them attracted her at all. All the RiverClan toms were either too old, too young, already taken or just plain not her type. But she had to pick one of them! She absolutely couldn't let her friends all do the plan without her! There was no way she was getting left behind while all four of her best friends giggled over their newborns. Yet she didn't want to settle for a random tom she didn't love either, because that was just a stupid thing to do in her opinion. It was all very complicated. With some trepidation, Robinwing eyed her friends and wondered if they already had mates chosen.

What if she was the only one who didn't?

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[Kitty]

"Doveclaw! Thrushtail!"

Robinwing's cheery cry drifted back to Gingertail's ears as she struggled to catch up. Great StarClan, Robinwing was a fast runner. It didn't much help that Gingertail had tumbled head-over-paws down a hill after catching her paw in a hole. Luckily uninjured, she'd popped right back up, but Robinwing had already gotten quite a ways ahead of she and Littlestream. Well, at least the ginger she-cat knew that her WindClan friends had made it to the meeting place on time. Hopefully the three RiverClan she-cat hadn't kept them waiting for long. The meeting was very urgent, after all. Gingertail had to give up valuable training time with Otterpaw for this. Not that she'd have much more time if the five friends went through with their plot.

This meeting was important. Very important indeed. They were going to discuss...toms. Too bad Gingertail wasn't sure which tom she had in mind.

Her friends were in sight now. The RiverClan she-cat let out a pleased mrrow and bounded down the small hill - more carefully this time. "Thrushtail! Doveclaw!" she purred, greeting her two friends warmly. "Sorry I got behind. I...erm...I tripped down a hill," she admitted a bit shamefully. "But its all good! I'm fine, see?" Just to prove it, she pranced in a circle. Then she sat down, neatly curling her fluffy tail around her forepaws.

Well, soon they could get their meeting started. They'd be able to discuss which toms they had in mind. Gingertail had had no luck in her own Clan. All the toms were either too old, too young, taken, or...well, they just weren't her type. Surely the others were having the same problems. She hadn't conversed with her friends in RiverClan about this yet, just in case they were being successful in their searches. She couldn't ruin it for them, but she sure wasn't going to be left behind when they all settled in the nursery with their litters.

She'd just have to try harder. Some tom was bound to like her. Maybe she could branch outside of her Clan...

Dustfur was a nice cat, wasn't he? Gingertail liked Dustfur. He even knew about their plot. But did he like her? Great StarClan, this was harder than she thought. He couldn't like her. They were just friends.

Just friends. That was it, surely.

Great StarClan, hopefully at least one of her friends was having as little luck as she was.

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How awful.

She forced a weak smile on her maw as she walked towards the WindClan friends. Guilt was clawing at her heart as she sat beside Gingertail silently. She wasn’t very good at this sort of stuff. She always felt guilty when she had something to say to her closest friends though it could not be said. Doveclaw and Thrushtail looked superb and she already could feel one claw dig sharply into her heart. They would not appreciate her friendship if she lied.

But how could she dare tell the truth?

It was impossible to find a mate in RiverClan. None of them were as fun-loving and laid-back as she was. None of them were as open with life like her. How dare she even think of accepting a brute of a tom like they were! It was just not right. And yet neither was falling for Rabbitheart.

Her heart ached and her mind quarreled.

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((Hope you don't mind if I borrow your writing format, Spore!))

[Ki]

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Thrushtail snapped as she hurried after her friend. She was tired and cranky today, but she was happy that she was getting to see her friends. They managed to make her smile, no matter what sort of mood she was in. Perhaps they hadn't found mates, either. Thrushtail hadn't, at least. Though she had her eye on one WindClan tom....

...who was never allowed to have a mate.

Ugh.

Why did her life have to be so difficult?

She smiled as her friends greated her, though. It was always nice to see them. She even laughed at Gingertail's story. "Clumsy little fool. You really should be more careful. We don't want you dying on us." She nudged Gingertail, then looked at each of her friends. Some part of her was hoping that one of them would admit to not being able to find a mate before she had to. How humiliating would it be if they all had mates but little Thrushtail was still infatuated with the medicine cat? No, she couldn't admit it. Not on her own. She sat down, curling her tail over her paws. Her eyes flicked to Robinwing. "I'm fine. Tired...Doveclaw was in such a hurry to get here."