"Alright, Breeze Tribe members! Let's get going!" Fernstar told them, and they made their way to the Gathering spot in the middle of the Tribe's territories.

Spiritpaw looked down at his paws as they padded through Breeze Tribe's territory, his multicolored eyes flicking towards the sounds of cats talking every once in a while. He let out a sigh and looked up at the night sky, smiling softly.

"Pretty isn't it?" A mew interrupted his thoughts. His hackles raised softly and he turned to the owner of the voice with wide eyes, until he realized it was only Mistypaw.

"Oh... Mistypaw... Y-Yeah I think it's beautiful." He lifted his gaze to the stars once more and let out a sigh of content. Mistypaw soon got busy with a conversation with Wolfstrike, but then Spiritpaw's sister, Creampaw, came bounding up behind him.

"Hey there Brother!" Spiritpaw internally groaned.

"Hello Creampaw..." The tom said in a low, monotone voice.

"What? Did a Fire Ant get into your nest last night? Don't be grumpy!" The white she-cat bumped her taller brother in the arm, frowning slightly. Spiritpaw was the tallest apprentice, and nearly the size of a full grown warrior, although he had only gone through about two moons of training.

Hissing as he stumbled over a rock, the apprentice shook out his fur and glared over at Creampaw, not wanting to deal with his goofy sister.

She seemed to get the hint and let out a sigh before shaking her head. "Fine then, be a grump!" Creampaw huffed and ran ahead of him, her head tipped up and her tail waving in the air behind her.

"Crazy fluff ball..." He whispered quietly. Fernstar's yowl rang out at the front of the group, and he could see her jump onto a small boulder that marked the end of their territory, and the start of Water Tribes. Behind Fernstar there were a ring of bushes, and then a large willow tree placed at the center, it's low hanging branches creaking quietly in the wind.

Spiritpaw could here quiet murmuring from behind the bushes, and his ears perked up as he sat down. Water Tribe must have already gotten to the Gathering place.

Mistypaw was beside him once more, bouncing up and down in excitement. "I can't wait to go see the other apprentices! What are they like? Which ones did you talk to last time?" She went nose-to-nose with the white tom, and he frowned softly. Fernstar was talking to the group, but he knew she said the same thing every time. Look prideful, keep your chin up, clean your pelts... But he already knew all this.

"Well..." Spiritpaw said quietly, laying his tail over his paws. "There were four apprentices there last time. I think the names were... Lightningpaw... Heatherpaw... Smokeypaw and Foxpaw..." He nodded his head after a moment. "Yup, those were the cats."

Mistypaw stared up at him with her jaw hanging down a little, her pale blue eyes wide. "Wow..." She breathed.

Fernstar let out a yowl once more, and the cats began heading towards the bushes a few fox lengths away. Spiritpaw didn't know how Mistypaw could be so excited about a few apprentices... Sure, he was excited the first time, but still. The cats slipped through any openings in the bushes, and he was about to go through a small hole when suddenly he heard Creampaw yowl.

His head snapped back to look at the pale she-cat and he winced as she began running full speed at the bushes. Spiritpaw knew what she was going to do, and he knew it wouldn't be good. She launched herself off the ground when she was a few paw steps away, but instead of actually jumping over the bushes, she jumped into them.

"Ow!" He heard his sister hiss as she dragged herself out from the bushes, her pelt covered in twigs and leaves.

"Creampaw! What are you doing!?" A tortoiseshell she-cat slipped out from behind a few cats and huffed as she cuffed Creampaw over the ears. Spiritpaw couldn't help but laugh at seeing his sister's flustered expression as her mentor cuffed her.

Mistypaw nudged him roughly and jumped up and down. "Come on Spiritpaw! Hurry up!" The tom rolled his blue and yellow multicolored eyes before slipping through the branches of the bush, and looking around the Gathering Place with wide eyes.

Mistypaw wriggled through also, and let out an excited squeak as she saw Water Tribe cats. "Let's go find the apprentices!" She said quickly, beginning to race off.

"Mistypaw wait!" He grabbed her tail in his mouth and pulled her back, a growl rising in his throat. "Stay here! We need to find them first before you go racing off to strange cats!"

She hung her head a little and frowned before looking around. "Well do you recognize them?" He looked around at the cats, his eyes narrowed. He recognized a few Water Tribe members, by the names of Stormwing, Haretail, Fawnleap, and a few others. As he scanned the area his eyes were caught by three smaller outlines, one a ginger tabby, the next a dark grey tom with black tabby stripes, and the last a pretty brown she-cat with black tabby markings and a white face, chest, and paws.

He smiled lightly and pointed at the three with his tail. "Over there, now come on." He began padding towards them, his long white tail flicking behind him while Mistypaw trotted at his side, her head only reaching to his shoulders. The ginger tabby turned his head to look at the two after a moment, and he smiled softly at Spiritpaw before prodding the grey tabby in the side.

Smokypaw huffed at Foxpaw before turning around, and looking at the two cats. "Oh, hey Spiritpaw." He said lazily, sounding uninterested. The mysterious she-cat beside him turned around and looked at the two, her blue and violet eyes shimmering as she flicked her tail back and forth.

"Hello, Smokypaw," Spiritpaw said curtly, sitting in front of the three cats. He never really liked Smokypaw, the mouse-brain tended to act rude and uninterested in anything any cat had to say. "This is my friend, Mistypaw." He prodded the blue she-cat beside him and turned to look down at her.

"Hi!" She waved her tail and smiled at the three. "What are your guys's names?" Mistypaw got into the other she-cats face and sniffed her. "Ew! You guys smell nasty!"

"Hey! Maybe you should sniff yourself before saying that to us!" The apprentice hissed and Mistypaw jumped back in fear, while Spiritpaw watched the she-cat with wide eyes. He wasn't expecting such a small she-cat to have such a large outburst.

"Yeah," said Smokypaw, not seeming surprised at the apprentice's yelling at all. "This here is Briarpaw." The gray and black tabby wrapped his tail around her side and smiled at Briarpaw, his orange eyes shimmering.

"U-uh... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to offend you!" Mistypaw squeaked, her eyes pinned back a little and her tail in between her legs.

Briarpaw sniffed a little, and her expression softened. "It's fine, I guess..." She shook out her fur and prodded Foxpaw in the side a little, smiling. "Don't be so shy, Foxpaw, talk to cats! You're not going to become a scout if you don't speak to anyone!" She purred a little and Foxpaw smiled weakly, kneading the grass underneath him.

Spiritpaw opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly heard Volestar and Fernstar yowl, signaling that the Gathering was about to start.

A/N: I decided to update today because I'll be camping when I'm supposed to update. Thanks for reading!