[Radler]

Mistwing padded silently behind Snowstar's entourage, feeling indifferent to the tensions of her clan mates. Mistwing's silver pelt glowed ever so slightly in the tiny amount of moonlight that filtered it's ways through churning clouds. As Mistwing walked, she unsheathed her claws every few steps, sinking them into the cold earth, and wrenching them out with a dull tug. As she glanced around at her clanmates, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of anticipation they felt? Would they want a fight if Shadowclan started one, to avenge the lives they lost in the earlier fight, or had they learned from those mistakes. Even though Thunderclan had been victorious, their unrest was obvious. @Owl

Leopardpaw trotted along at the rear of the throng of cats. This wasn't her first gathering, nor would it be her last in her life, but lost in her own mind, she thought this could hopefully be her last gathering as an apprentice. Leopardpaw made that vow to herself, next time she came she would absolutely be a warrior by them. (Open)