The Sixth Gathering

[Heathclaw]

What in StarClan's name was that cat's problem? thought Heathpaw furiously, glaring after Rowanwing. What right did he have to scold him at a gathering, in front of cats from other clans, and especially when he hadn't even done a thing wrong yet! Any excitement that may have come from the prospect of battle training was quashed by the indignity of this injustice. He's the one with the attitude...

Featherpaw was saying something, but the words didn't register in his ears. He needed to be alone. "Hey, Featherpaw- I'm leaving. See you around," he said tersely, stalking off into the clearing.

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What's his problem? wondered Tigerpaw, as the heath-colored cat walked off. Minnowpaw had recognized the older tomcat that had been speaking to Heathpaw- so he was probably a medicine cat. "Um, Featherpaw... Heathpaw's not the medicine cat apprentice for your clan, is he?"

Tigerpaw hoped not. He couldn't imagine such a prickly cat studying medicine. But, to be fair, perhaps the tom was only having a bad day. "Erm... is he always like that?" Tigerpaw asked hesitantly, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. What a rude question!

He turned hastily to look at Minnowpaw. "Er... maybe we should go. I have a feeling that they're going to start soon." He paused for a moment, as if trying to work up the courage to say something, and then said: "Minnowpaw... would you like to sit together?"

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Rustlestar picked himself up from the ground, stretching as he stood up, so that his fur and muscles rippled. "Well, I think that should do it," he said, glancing around at his fellow leaders. "Let's begin then," he said, giving a nod to his deputy from across the clearing.

"Who's going to start? I'll go last," he said, although he was the first cat to leap on top of the stump.

[Silvercloud]

Minnowpaw looked at the WindClan apprentices one last time. She gracefully pushed herself to her fight and gave them a friendly wave with her ginger and black splashed tail. "Good-bye, cya later." Minnowpaw mewed the friendly greeting before turning away and following Tigerpaw. He was right the meeting was getting ready to start. Rustlestar hap jumped into the tree.

"Of course I'll sit with you." Minnowpaw purred and found a decent spot to sit to observe and listen to the meeting. She wondered which clan was going to speak first since WindClan declined. Would ShadowClan or ThunderClan speak first. She highly doubted that Briarstar would ask to speak first. Maybe it would be Fernstar since she was the most experienced leader. The other leader's weren't familiar to her so she guessed they were all new too like Briarstar. Did that mean a tragedy had struck the other clans too? Well maybe all accept ThunderClan it seemed. Well what did it matter? She would probably find out soon enough. Minnowpaw chased away these thoughts and cleared her mind. She should focus on the Gathering. The moon was high in the clear sky turning every pelt silver in its frosty glow.

So sorry for this being late, I forgot.