[Radler]

Originally Posted by Thistledawn

Ashnose wasn't sure how he felt about this upcoming Gathering. ShadowClan had joined in on the attack of ThunderClan's camp not too long ago. The battle was hard. Ashnose had faced one ThunderClan she-cat (he hardly considered her so due to her background as a rogue) and hadn't even won that fight. ShadowClan had retreated from ThunderClan's camp before either cat had been defeated. That wasn't to say that both warriors had left battle unharmed. Ashnose had a cut above his right eye and another on his right shoulder. Tufts of fur has been pulled out in other places. Ashnose wasn't sure exactly what injuries he'd been to cause of for his opponent Honeyflower, but he'd fought as hard as he could during the battle. He was sure some part of her was still feeling the sting of his claws. Anyways, Ashnose wasn't sure how he felt about the Gathering tonight. ShadowClan hadn't won that battle and ThunderClan was made up of a group of insecure kitties looking to victimize themselves whenever they could. They surely wouldn't let ShadowClan forget how the battle had concluded.

The British Shorthair had brought up the back of the group of ShadowClan cats heading to the Gathering. He was able to make sure that his Clanmates made it safely the Seastones from here. That and he'd pulled a muscle while fighting Honeyflower as well. He still hadn't fully recovered from it and walked with a slight limp. The proud ShadowClan warrior didn't want all of his Clanmates watching him limp all the way to the Gathering, so he'd stayed towards the back where he could see, but not be seen. When the tom had finally caught up to the rest of the Clan, he noticed that ThunderClan was there too. Pelts of both Clans were bristling and teeth were bared, yet no blood had been drawn. Ashnose's heart began to race. He expected a little bit of verbal fighting from all of the Clans after the battle, but what if some cat attacked another? The tom shivered as he thought of StarClan sending clouds to cover the moon. There was a truce and the Clans' warrior ancestors expected their living kin to respect it.

Much to Ashnose's dismay, he heard the order to attack come from Goldenstar. No cat had missed a beat and had immediately jumped into battle. Ashnose, however, had stood frozen out of shock and possibly out of fear too. "No!" He yowled into the mass of fighting cats when he finally came to his senses. "The truce! Remember the truce!" Some part of him wanted a second chance to rip the fur out of some mouse-brained ThunderClan cats, but the ShadowClan tom was driven to obey the truce. He didn't want to face StarClan's wrath. "The truce! The truce!" He repeatedly yowled into the air. His pleas had only fallen on deaf ears. Panicked, the tom's amber eyes began to dart around. He'd briefly passed over a younger ThunderClan she-cat and moved on. Realizing a heartbeat later that this she-cat had her eyes set on the gray tom and was stalking towards him, Ashnose redirected his amber eyes back towards the she-cat. "Don't do this," The warrior pleaded. "StarClan will be angry; it's the night of the truce." Ashnose willed the ThunderClan cat to understand the severity of their situation.

[ Okay wow this is a bit long. Don't feel obligated to match this length. I always get carried away with starters. Whoops! ]

As Leopardpaw approached Ashnose and saw the reluctance in his face, she felt her own unease stirring in her stomach. This wasn't a fight that should have happened, but it was inevitable after Shadowclan's pointless involvement in the attack on Thunderclan. The bengal apprentice tried to not let that emotion show on her face, and snarled, injecting a fierce town into her voice, "If Starclan was going to be angry they would have been angry the moment you attacked out camp." Leopardpaw hesitated for a moment to circle closer to the dark grey tom, "And don't forget, Shadowclan started this fight. Starclan wouldn't want us to stand here and be slaughtered." Leopardpaw's short fur bristled and her tail thrashed behind her, knewing this would be her one chance to win this fight for her mentor, and that she would need to attack first since her opponent suddenly seemed morally upstanding. Leopardpaw stood at an angle, head turned to study him with one narrowed eye. Then without giving Ashnose too much time to respond, she darted forwards, claws outstretched aiming for his shoulder, hoping for a position to be able to wrestle him to the ground.