[Katiethewolfchild]

Sunleap arrived.

Dogpaw arrived.

Beetlepaw arrived.

Sheeppaw arrived.

Mantispaw arrived. This would be the seven moon old's second gathering and she was wondering what would have happened. Last gathering she had chatted with Goopypaw, a ShadowClan apprentice and Nectarpaw, a WindClan apprentice. She hoped that this gathering would go as well as her first gathering had. Perhaps she would have a nice chat with some other apprentices, preferably ones in a different clan, as she could talk to ThunderClan apprentices whenever. Of course, that would have to wait until the other clans arrived, as ThunderClan was currently the only clan that had arrived. Mantispaw would do her best to be friendly, but none of the clans liked ThunderClan very much so she couldn't guarantee that everything would go smoothly no matter how friendly she was. She could only hope that she wouldn't end up getting hissed at. She doubted that any of the other apprentices would date to start a fight, as this was a gathering and gatherings were supposed to be peaceful meetings, but you could never be sure. For all you knew one of the apprentices could be particularly bold, or in Mantispaw's point of view particularly foolhardy. Why would you start a fight in a time of peace? Wasn't peace a good thing? That what was Mantispaw though. Sure, war was sometimes unavoidable, but the gathering was supposed to be a night of peace. Right now whether StarClan existed or not didn't really matter. All the mattered was that today was supposed to be a night of peace and Mantispaw would never turn down a night of peace. After all why would you turn down a chance to chat with cats that were in different clans from your own and perhaps learn something about them? Mantispaw usually struggled socially simply because she was too different from the other young cats to easily blend in, so she often felt self conscious whenever interacting with other cats, especially other apprentices. Warriors were often less judgemental than apprentices nd kits were usually quite simple to hang out with as many of them looked up to warriors and apprentices. Mantispaw often wondered why she had been born so intelligent. Most cats would see intelligence as a blessing but that was because they didn't know what being far above your pewrs felt like. If they did they would likely see intelligence for the curse it was, though it was a good thing they didn't know what being intelligent was. She wouldn't wish her curse on anyone, no matter how cruel they were to her or other cats. She wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy either, but Mantispaw didn't have enemies because she just didn't see the point of hating anyone. She couldn't do anything about it if someone decided to hate her, but she could choose not to hate them back if that happened, which it hadn't yet as far as she knew. The young apprentice, like always appeared perfectly calm, as she rarely allowed herself to show any hint of emotion, even the most miniscule one except for a smile.

Porcupinepaw arrived, the young apprentice bouncing her way to the gathering, as they were extremely excited for their first gathering.