Some things are expected, some things are brought upon by chance and some you had no intension of stumbling upon. To the avians soaring above the lake, the ebb and flow of the lake's tide was becoming undoubtedly closer to the camps, but the clan cats seemed to be oblivious to the fact.

In the past few suns Fernstar had climbing up the loose-pebble pathway many times, not including the trips to her den. These trips were to the High Ledge. No flash of lightning, nor sound of thunder could hold back the grey tabby now. Such phenomenons were too common to be unfamiliar with. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the High Ledge for a clan meeting!" Had ThunderClan not been protected by the firm, sand-stone walls, any hopes of being heard of the storm would fail, but with great volume the leader of ThunderClan spoke the ancient words as she began to contemplate her next move.

"There will be a gathering this moon. The tom who came into our camp has made a journey around the lake to notify the clans of the sudden rally." After the brief summary Fernstar continued, "Maplefeather, Bramblestep, Goldenheart, Thistlepaw and Redpaw will be traveling to the island this moon." Sitting on the ledge as if she were finished, the leader looked down into the camp and waited.

Maplefeather was a sure choice for her; the other clans will need to know who the new deputy of ThunderClan is. Bramblestep and Goldenheart are two trusted warriors, and are not terrible traveling partners. Thistlepaw is an experienced apprentice, although she was just apprenticed while Redpaw was younger but terribly mature for his age. Fernstar was comfortable with her decisions. With the next full moon still a good number of suns away, she could already feel the anticipation bubbling in her clan mates and herself.