Soon, the Clan started to go back to normal. Each day was another day when broken bonds were healed, and former enemies became friends again. After about a quarter moon, the Clan was whole once more.

Soon, it was time for the first Gathering that Eaglekit had ever been alive for. A line of cats was at the thorn barrier, Sweetstar in the lead.

"Now remember, we are to be on our best behavior at this Gathering. Got it?" She glared hard at Archpaw, a new apprentice who had only had his ceremony two moons ago. Last moon, according to Rookflight, he had gotten into a fight with a NightClan apprentice.

Archpaw gulped. "Got it," he murmured shakily. Sweetstar waved her tail, and all of the cats quickly filed out behind her.

"Wow, I can't wait until we can be at a Gathering someday," Darkkit said softly. Eaglekit jumped up, tail bristling. His sister could be like a shadow sometimes. He didn't know that she was there until she was right on top of him.