Goldenstar was padding torwards the gathering, quietly wondering what would be waiting for him there. Dozens of cats, of course, but what would they be like? It was like his first gathering all over again, but with less anxiety over what he would be doing, and more about what the other clans were doing. Shadowclan was still recovering, most of their cats had healed, but they were still recovering. What Daydream had told him continued to echo through his mind. He kept wondering if he had made the right decision, and every pawstep was an hour of thinking. He figured he would get over it soon enough, but every other part of him seemed to say otherwise. There were clouds dotting the sky, ones that usually signified that rain was coming. The leader could only hope that nothing bad would happen.
He felt himself stiffen for a moment, thinking he could smell the scent of Thunderclan, but told himself it was his imagination acting up. Sure, Thunderclan could be coming, but it wasn’t something to get your tail in a twist over. At least, that was what it was like a majority of the time. With the recent battle, every clan seemed turned against each other, and, even on the night of the truce, you never knew what could happen. The Dusk Syndicate had attacked during a truce, so it was obvious some cats weren’t afraid to do it. Continuing to pad torwards seastones, he tried his best to calm down, and put his anxieties away for one night, just to not overthink anything for once.