The fresh snow was still mainly untouched, since Shadowclan was the first to arrive, causing the moon to reflect a great white light all around. It was even brighter than Shadowclan's territory during the day, causing Mudburr to wince at the glare. It had been a long time since he had gone to a gathering, and for good reason, but the apprentice convinced him otherwise this full moon.
His large brown form slipped out of the shadows, head down as he stalked forward. He was deep within the throng of Shadowclan's warriors, and yet, even they couldn't sheild him from the searing light of the stars, or so the tom imagined. He was only coming here for Spottedpaw, and Shadowclan, after all. Not for Starclan, and certainly not for the other clans.
He found a spot among his clanmates and sat on his hind, further crouching down until his chest lay on his paws. His tail wrapped around his body, covering his limbs for warmth, or maybe to conceal himself. It was almost as if Mudburr didn't want to stand out from the crowd, but why would that ever be?
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