Lumbering in awkwardly, Nightpool's fur jutted out from her frame. She joined the vast swath of cats that originated from ShadowClan, her only true home. She sat down, a mass of fur. As she waited for the Gathering to begin, she gave all of the warriors glances. Nightpool allowed herself to create a smaller disruption for the rest of the cats, shrinking her extraordinary, sizeable fur. It was igneous in its size, resembling a large night sky. She looked obediently up at the leaders, respecting them as if her heart had been enchanted by their ways. Nightpool nodded towards the younger cats as they waltzed in, and kept as much room as possible available beside her. She was possibly one of the largest elders. She craned her neck to give her pad a lick, drawing it over her face and cloaking it briefly. Halestar looked magnificent, although she still missed Timberstar.
She had a slight, normal feeling for this Gathering, as the announcement of other clans' would be as per usual. She still enjoyed being surrounded by the scent of her own clanmates much more than foreign cats' scents.