Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except Nightpaw.
Nightpaw deposited his prey on the fresh kill pile and, after making sure the elders were fed, picked out a mockingbird for himself. He carried it to the nettle patch to eat, where Spiderpaw was just starting on a mouse. He was almost finished with it when the clan deputy, Graystripe, padded up to him.
"Firestar wants to know if you two want to come to the Gathering tonight." He said.
"Yes, yes, yes!" the two said in unison.
Graystripe chuckled, then turned and padded back to the leader's den. Nightpaw could hardly contain his excitement. They would finally be able to meet cats from Riverclan, Windclan and Shadowclan without worrying about a fight. Graystripe called over his shoulder.
"By the way, we leave in fifteen minutes!"
A flick of Firestar's tail sent Thunderclan charging down the slopes of Fourtrees. Shadowclan were the only ones not present. Nightpaw looked around. Cats from all clans were chatting, catching up on news, or just enjoying seeing new faces. But the young apprentice quickly grew bored, and looked around for means of entertainment. A scent on the breeze caught his nose. He sought out Spiderpaw.
"Cover me." He whispered.
The she-cat turned to ask what to cover from, but the black cat was gone.
I know its short. Please R&R!