Cats chattered anxiously, while some sat quiet waiting for the gathering to start. Reedstar and Ivystar sat on the Moon-Rock, eyes glistening as they watched the cats mingle. Reedstar, as said, always paid attention, while Ivystar was a soft, care-free leader.

"The Gathering may begin!" Ivystar shouted, her eyes flashing with excitement. "This moon has been eventful, foxes have attacked. In the attack, Featherstream died, which means I have chosen a new deputy." Sadness filled Ivystar's chest, tears welling in her eyes. "Otterstep!" The brown tabby stepped up, eyes flashing with rage. "Thank you, Ivystar." His brown tabby pelt flowed in the wind as she announced his deputyship.

"Patchfur has moved to the elder's den respectfully at the age of 70 moons." Ivystar meowed loudly, her tabby-ish pelt shadowed.
"Patchfur! Otterstep! Patchfur! Otterstep!"

Reedstar shot a silencing glare at Ivystar, then sat up from her position on the Moon-Rock. "Mothclan has had a prey-rich moon, with Specklepool having two beautiful kits. Young, gentle Sweettail died having Kestrelkit, we grieve greatly for this loss." Her voice was stern and dismissal.
The chattering began again, but Amberspots the medicine cat of Mothclan aimed directly at