December Gathering

[Kat]

The four large trees surrounding the Great rock seemed eerily bigger in the soft moonlight that filled the hollow. No cat disturbed the quiet calm yet the full moon, and the clear sky announced soon cats of every clan would fill the hollow. No clouds threatened the sky tonight, and as the moon rose to it's highest point in the sky a white she-cat appeared over the edge of the rise.

Mintstar stared down into the empty hollow, pleasantly surprised her clan was the first to arrive. Her clan stood behind her, she guessed the wind was blowing up behind her. But she trusted her clan was behind her. She didn't look behind her to check.

Mintstar raised her head, trying to look bigger. Around the other leader she knew she would feel very small. But the white she-cat hoped they had all learned she was not weak, and would defend Riverclan with an fierce venom. Without looking back at her clan-mates Mintstar called. "Remember to never give any to much. Even when there is peace they are not out friends." The tiny leader announced in a powerful meow. With a flick of her tail the white cat charged down the hill.

To the chaos that was a Gathering.

[Veritas]

Galestar had been hoping, like he did when every Gathering drew near, that StarClan would cover the moon and the stars with clouds to signal that there would be no get together of the clans. He hated the things for a variety of reasons, namely that there was absolutely no order. Everyone just milled about willy-nilly, with no regard to symmetry, balance and order. That was what got the tall tom the most, and having to contain himself from screeching at all the cats to get into a uniform line was quite difficult. Oftentimes he was exhausted by the end of the gathering just because of how much self-control he had to exert over his urges. It was just downright awful in the tom's mind. Then there was sharing information with the other clans, which he had never enjoyed. Why give away such precious info to complete strangers who were liable to turn on them? Especially considering that everyone seemed to absolutely abhor his clan (in his mind, anyway), and would most likely use the shared news to their advantage if it ever came to a fight. The hated vibe that Galestar often thought he felt coming from the other clans wasn't a helpful factor either.

Of course, all these thoughts and many more were tumbling around in the leader's head as he lead his clan to the Fourtrees. Much to his surprise, they were the second clan to arrive; usually they were last as their camp was considerably further in comparison to the other clans' camps. Having to cross that StarClan forsaken Thunderpath didn't help either. But tonight, only RiverClan had beaten them to first place, not that it really mattered. With a heavy sigh, Galestar stood at the top of the hollow, before he began picking his way down to the four great oaks in the center, taking his dear sweet time while he was at it. The grey tom wasn't in any rush to arrive there and be forced to socialize with the other leaders, which was always horribly awkward.