Stormstar, leader of MoonClan, slowly padded into the cavernous structure.
He strode past the gaping cats and straight to Otterpool, the medicine cat - wait, he wasn't. He even padded past her and went to stand in an empty patch of concrete, looking briefly disappointed before sitting.
"Soon," he murmured.

Leafheart, having followed Stormstar into the strange, shining structure, watched the old leader lay down on the cold, hard ground.
"Stormstar," he called tentatively, "Are you alright?"

Beampaw followed soon after - "Raypaw! Otterpool! Are you there? Raineyes? Goldenlight?" She was calling for her family and mentor.

Otterpool sat up in her make-shift nest. She knew that voice - she knew those scents! "Beampaw," she saw the small apprentice. "Oh, Beampaw, I'm so happy to see you!" The medicine cat bounded over to the young she-cat despite her stiff limbs. She reached out to touch noses as she mewed, "Sky-moon has blessed us; they are returning out family to us!"

Raypaw heard her sister's voice and perked up. "BEEEEEEAAMPAAAAW!" She ran and collided with her sister, joyfully pressing her face into her sister's pelt.

The medicine cat apprentice touched noses with her mentor and purred loudly in return to Otterpool's joyous words.
Upon hearing her name squealed, Beampaw spun around to see her sister barreling towards her. The medicine cat apprentice in turn grinned and ran into Raypaw's galloping frame. Laughing, she mewed, "I'm so happy to see you!"

Leafheart, believing he'd receive no answer from Stormstar, slowly sat down near his leader, worry burning in his eyes.
"I'll wait, Stormstar," he promised the unresponsive leader. He looked over at Otterpool and, hoping to catch her eye, gestured with his tail for her to come closer.

Joy cleaned her pelt warily, she didn't like it here. The scent of the city always made her fur stand on end and she hated it. She thought of home. Would they ever see home? Dark, secluded trees that reached for the sky. Long green grass that trembled against the harsh wind... What was home to these Moonclan cats. She glanced questioningly in their direction and thought soberly about her questioning of her Cityclan mother. She hadn't got the answers she'd expected.
Unbeknownst toher that she looked alot like Suki. Her front paws dipped with snow white while her back leg's sock reached to the knees. Silver and black tabby. Yes they were alike but their eyes contrasted. Amber and blue. Fire and ice. They were different in personality too. She shrugged to herself and wondered if her kits would care to know who their mother was.
"I hope you tell them the truth Switch. I hope you tell them that I loved them despite this."

Sinewpaw looked confusedly up at her mutterings and wanted to ask her what she was on about. He kept quiet. Boy, Lokistar is going to be so angry when he gets home. "Where in starclan have you been!?" He could hear her tired but angry voice hiss, cuff him across the ear. "I might just adjourn your warrior ceremony another six moons!"
That scared him but he knew she'd listen. Soft at heart, that old bat.

Joy looked down in irritation to see the tom smile. Little lacky, she glowered contemptuously, Has he got no-one else to latch onto?

OOC: Are you TRYING to make me CRY, LOKI? We ALL KNOW SINEWPAW'S MOM IS DEAD.

IC: Whitelight entered the strange, somewhat echo-ish structure. (OOC: Why are we calling it a structure?) She saw that her nieces were reuniting and smiled, letting them have their moment.

Blackfire saw that many familiar faces were joining the crowd. He watched in shock as Stormstar, the first cat Blackfire assumed had died for his age, went and sat on a cold patch of concrete. Then others came in, some Forest Clan, some MoonClan.
"StarClan above," he whispered to himself. The oily black tom slowly walked around the structure, looking at one new cat and another. The tom slowly smiled a partly sad smile as he counted the new cats - out of twenty three cats there was eleven still missing.
But now we have more than we did. And that's good.
Blackfire sighed as he thought about the conversation he and Snowfeather had had earlier, that the prophecy hadn't gone the way those who had sent it meant it to. The more Blackfire thought about this, the more it made sense. That made him sad.
The oily black tom padded over to Stormstar and Leafheart while he thought.
"Hello, Stormstar." Blackfire dipped his head. "And it's...Leafheart? It's great to see that you two have survived."

OOC: hehe, I put a lot of irony into that post...
IC:
Sinewpaw looked around at the joining cats and decided to look for the familiar face of Mosspaw...

OOC: Now we're all just kinda hanging back on this, I guess...you know, since everyone else is behind (even me, but I mean in a character respect, lols.)
And I think we're all just calling it a structure just cos. I doubt any of the cats have seen a hangar before...

IC: Leafheart nodded the black warrior. "The same to you." He looked back at Stormstar for a moment then took Blackfire to the side. Though Leafheart was a young warrior, he was called well-spoken and almost wise amongst the older warriors in MoonClan, hence his suffix. "Blackfire," he mewed quietly. "Stormstar is not well. I would like to think that some peace and quiet would so him well, but my heart says otherwise...Has there been any sign of Sunclaw and the rest of my Clan?"

Joy found uncertain interest in looking to the tom who was... Leafheart, I think? She shrugged, she didn't care who he was, she was interested in how long it'd take the others to join the cat's already here and questioned why they were in this large structure anyway. The otherwise silence made her wary.
She sighed in annoyance and muttered something about "gettin' paranoid."

Sinewpaw's tail flicked in annoyance as the Abyssclan she-cat walked away from him. He felt strangely exposed, a loner. He looked more desperately around for Mosspaw and suddenly felt a twisting urge to turn around. If he did he imagined to see the proud, ever-green and deciduous kingdom of the Tawneyclan forest. Trees standing as tall as the sky and beautifully emerald green leaves waving steadily in this light summer breeze.
All he had to do was turn around and there it would be.
He suddenly realized that this twisting feeling was just how homesick he was.
He felt depressed as he watched the others converse because if he'd turn around, as he did, he'd find the large other-half of this building.
He stared longingly down its confines. Suppressing the urge to cry out for his mother. We all know she'd never answer him again though.

OOC: This is what happens when I am bored...

OOC: SOMEONE PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE KEEP THIS THREAD GOING, WE NEED THESE GUYS HOME OR CLOSE ENOUGHT FOR THE GREAT BATTLE TO BE DONE AND OVER WITH! I'LL CRY IF SOMEONE DON'T JOIN IN WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

OC: Can I be of assistance Mrs.Laufeyson?

OOC: No, your too late to join and PLEASE stop calling me that (sick of Thor/Avengers) references.
Please sir, carry on with your day.

That's the problem, how can I RP when no-one interacts with my cat? It's not like there is a shortage of people, You need to have a site meeting or something where every member can agree to be there. Then you need to have a clean out and maybe get more cats going, right down which cats aren't being played and assign them to new people. then avoid plot holes by destroying unwanted cats.
You have a wolf area? No-one uses it, it distracts members from what this site is initially about: cats.
You have no advertisement either. Make a you-tube video on it or something.
Or pictures on your DA!
You could always make a new site for the outcasts but use a proper program, It's not like you don't have the talent or resources. You say 'I'll do a comic' but you forget that you have those horses and homework which I will guess you haven't done, and then you fail to do what you said you were. Not because your an ass but because you don't have the time. I'd organize my schedule. Sort yourself out girl!

OOC:
I guess your right

OOC: And here I thought we were professionals. OOC comments, tsk.
BUT, Rapids has a point. We could stand to weed out the non-played animals and turn the further out Tribes and such into an NPC legend, nothing more.
At least, until we have enough people clamoring for any of those things to come back.

IC: Beampaw pulled off of her sister, mewing, "You're not hurt, are you? I don't know if I could find anything to help you if you are, but I could try..."