"Are you exited?" Bluebird asked. Dypaw's paws tingled as she walked with her clanmates to her first Gathering.
"Super, exited!" Drypaw wailed.
Sandpaw, recently made an apprentice, glared at her as if she grew a third head.
"Nevermind him." Bluebird whispered. Smiling, Drypaw padded beside Mousepaw. She and Mousepaw had become close friends over a moon ago and always hung around each other.
"Wow, my brother can be a real pain in the tail tip." she mewed, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. Sandpaw curled his lip at her, exposing long, white fangs. Mousepaw laughed and nudged Drypaw's shoulder. "Race you to Meeting Rock." she mewed. Accepting the challence, Drykit lunged after her. Mousepaw sent sand and rocks flying in her face.
Drypaw continued to run, coughing and spluttering the sand from her throught and eyes. Right when she thought she had caught Mousepaw, Drypaw tripped on an ivy tendril and ran head first into Moonstar's flank.
The Thunderclan leader tumbled in the sand but quickly regained her footing.
"I'm so sorry Moonstar I-"
"Back of the line, now!" She spat, her silver fur standing on end. Mousepaw and Drypaw nodded slowley and crept to the back of the line. Sandpaw snickered and held his tail high.
The Gathering held cats of all colors and sizes. Drypaw could easily spot the Riverclan cats. Their well muscled legs matched perfectley with their wide broad faces. Windclan, however, looked long and slender, but muscle still lingered under their wispy pelts. Lastly, Drypaw saw Shadowclan. There fur was compleatly hidden by a dark lingering shadow. Only there eyes showed, glowing colors from yellow to blue.
As Drypaw sat by Mousepaw, the clan leaders sat on the Meeting rock.
"Let the meeting begin." Streamstar, Riverclan's leader called, his hairless skin wrinkled each time he moved.
As the leaders finished talking, cats mingled and shared tounges. Mousepaw had left without Drypaw knowing, so she sat where she was.
"Hey," a soft voice sounded behind her. Drypaw looked and saw a Shadowclan she-cat staring at her with round blue eyes. "i'm Fogclaw, I was your mother's friend." Drypaw had heard of this cat before. Smiling, Drypaw purred and mewed 'hi'.
"Fogclaw?" Honeytail asked, wide eyed. The gray she-cat nodded.
"So this is Drypaw?" she asked, resting her tail tip on Drypaw's shoulder. "Where's Specklepaw?"
At he mention of his name, Specklepaw bounced up from a crowd of Riverclan cats.
"Here I am!" he mewed. Foglaw laughed and nosed Honeytail.
"I have kits of my own as well." she meowed.
"Kits!" Honeytail yowled. Fogclaw nodded, turning her head back to look at something.
"Horsepaw, Mistpaw, meet Honeytail." Mistpaw bounded over and sniffed Honeytail.
"Ew, she reeks!" He spat wrinkling his nose in discust.
"Be polite, Mistpaw!" Horsepaw spat. Mistpaw rolled his eyes and padded away, his silver pelt blending into the fog.
"Sorry, my brothers a frog-brain." Horsepaw sat. his long black whispy tail rapped around his paws.
"It's okay." Drypaw said shyly, hiding her face. Longstar padded off Meeting Rock and motioned his clan to leave. Moonstar did the same, and Drypaw and Mousepaw padded back to camp in the dense night fog.