POV- Maplepaw
I padded around fourtrees, the sound of nocturnal birds and crickets, along with the chattering meows of many cats filled the moonlit night. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the gray tom in front of me until I ran into him. "S-Sorry.." I murmured. "It's fine. I'm Featherpaw. WindClan." He introduced himself. "Maplepaw. ThunderClan." I replied with a friendly flick of my fluffy tail. "Are all ThunderClan cats that clumsy, or is it just you?" Featherpaw teased jokingly. I felt my skin growing hot and my pelt pricking in embarrassment. I wasn't sure why. Who cares what this WindClan tom thinks of me? You, apparently, mouse-brain. I answered my own question. "I-I just wasn't paying attention, that's all!" I stammered. His whiskers twitched in amusement. "So, is this your first gathering?" He asked. I nodded. "Thought so. I haven't seen you around before, and this is my third gathering." He meowed. That explains why he's bigger than me. I thought. I'm only seven moons old. He's at least nine, maybe ten or eleven moons old. Twelve moons at the oldest. I studied him. Did he look like he had seen all four seasons in his life? I wasn't able to tell. What my eyes were drawn to, for some reason, was his handsome light gray fur, with faint tabby stripes marking it. His sky-blue eyes were warm, friendly and humor-filled. His long legs ended in small, white, almost delicate looking paws. "I think we might be good friends one day." He mused suddenly. "Meet me here in a quarter moon." He purred, walking off as the gathering began.