"Let the gathering begin!"
Cliffstar, the muscular brown WindClan leader gazed down at the other warriors below. There was Frothstar, the pale gray RiverClan she-cat, who stood next to Thicketstar the cat with the bushy, tangled, orange fur. Most respected of them all, however, was Snowstar the ThunderClan leader. Cliffstar was warlike, Frothstar wasn't strong, and Thicketstar, they say, is a cat no one could trust. Snowstar was strong, calm, and trustworthy. ThunderClan were proud to serve her, and the other clans made sure they didn't mess with her.
Frothstar turned to Cliffstar. "You first, as always?"
"Of course, and I assume Snowstar is going last, as always?" Cliffstar faced Snowstar. Cliffstar's voice was a deep, growl-like sound, but his eyes always revealed whether he was aggressive at the moment. Right now, he was calm, as he should be during a gathering.
Snowstar nodded. "Of course, Cliffstar. Now, continue the gathering or else we'll be standing here until our rears are frozen stuck to this rock."
Cliffstar ignored the remark and turned to the assembled cats below. "My clan is doing well these past few months, and I hope it remains that way. Prey is growing scarce, but we are managing to survive."
Frothstar nodded and went next. "Fish is plentiful at the moment. Our new apprentice, Darkpaw, is doing well, especially at catching fish." A black she-cat in the crowd backed away a bit, embarrassed from the mention of her name. "As for fighting, our warriors have been training our apprentices well at it, and we suspect we will soon be a strong, healthy clan. At least, I hope it turns out that way."
Thicketstar went after Frothstar. "Cliffstar and Frothstar speak of health, while my clan suffers from an illness." He opened his mouth as if he was going to add something to the previous statement, changed his mind, and said something different. "Prey has hidden away in the cold, and my clan is starving. The few prey we catch is scrawny. My clan would normally cheer when kits have been born, but this time, we worry the new kits will just be more mouths to feed until they die from cold."
Despite Thicketstar's reputation, cats could easily see that ShadowClan was, indeed, starved and sick. Their stomachs were empty, their ribs were visible, and quite a few of them were coughing, with the stench of sickness in the air around them. Thicketstar, when his cats arrived, waned the other cats to stay away before the other clans got sick, too.
"My turn, I assume." Snowstar said. Thicketstar nodded. "Alright. ThunderClan has been struggling with finding prey, and, like ShadowClan, has a bit of sickness in the air, which we assume is either greencough or whitecough. Our medicine cat is doing well at healing them, but one cat has died, and it was our deputy, Mousescar. When we return, the deputy will be appointed. Other than that, ThunderClan has been peaceful. However, be alert. We all never know if peace will be broken."
The other three nodded at Snowstar's last words.
(Timeskip)
Fernspot, a green-eyed she-cat, turned to Snowstar as they walked back to ThunderClan. "Snowstar?"
"I'm listening."
"Do you think we should help ShadowClan. They really need help."
Snowstar turned to Fernspot as if the idea was crazy. "ShadowClan's problem isn't ThunderClan's problem. We'll deal with it if it ever affects us." she growled.
"I was just saying..." Fernspot mumbled, and didn't speak until they returned to camp.