Nothing to say…R&R, enjoy, as always!

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. This is completely fan-made, as the name suggests.

"Are you serious?" Darkkit whispered in disbelief. For a second I doubted him. Maybe he'd turn out to be a bit more like Silverkit than I thought. "How'd you think of that? How come I didn't think of that?"

All my doubts vanished.

"But we're going to have to be careful."

"Of course," I whispered back. "And we can only go if both of our mothers go to the Gathering. Otherwise we'll be missed when we go or seen."

Darkkit nodded. "Then we'd better hope for the best. And let's not take any other of the kits. I know Silverkit would tell on us straightaway, Eaglekit will probably let slip with that big mouth of hers and Lionkit…well, he's in enough trouble already."

I couldn't help giggling.

"Good night, kits," Mother said as she gave me, Eaglekit and Lionkit a quick lick behind the ears. "I'll be back after moonhigh. Don't stay up for me, OK?"

A few tail-lengths away, Shiningface was telling the same thing to her kits. Our luck had held out and both of our mothers were going to the Gathering, though Mother had gone out hunting earlier in the day while Shiningface watched us.

"Eveningflower, Shiningface! We're going soon, so come and join the rest of us that are going to the Gathering," Flamepelt, the deputy of ThunderClan, popped his head into the nursery.

"Coming," Mother called. "Be good, kits." Then she left with Shiningface right behind her.

That left us kits alone in the nursery.

"I'm tired already. I surrender, Lionkit," Eaglekit yawned as Lionkit pounced on her lightly.

"You're no fun," Lionkit swiped at her playfully before turning to me. "Stormkit?"

"Sorry, Lionkit," I said and faked a yawn. "I think I'm going to turn in too." I caught Darkkit's eye and tried not to smile.

"Fine, spoilsport. Darkkit, you up for a game?"

"Tired as well, Lionkit. Foiled again, eh?" Darkkit said as he curled up in his nest.

"Silver –"

"You won't get any luck there," Darkkit said, a glint in his bright amber eyes. "She's sound asleep."

Lionkit grunted his annoyance before curling up in his nest. Soon, all of the kits were asleep – except for me and Darkkit.

"Right, now's our chance," I hissed. "Let's go."

Together, Darkkit and I struggled through the brambles of the nursery wall until we found ourselves outside in the moon-bathed forest.

I'd only ever been outside of the ThunderClan camp a few times, and I was awestruck at the way the moonlight changed how everything looked. Trees were dyed silver and the forest floor was shadowed.

"Come on," Darkkit whispered. "If we hurry, we might be able to follow our warriors."

I nodded my agreement and touched my nose to the forest floor. Neither of us had the faintest idea where Fourtrees was, but if we picked up the ThunderClan scent, we might be able to find up.

"Here," I whispered, as the familiar scent of Twilightstar tickled my nose. "This way." Noses to the ground, together Darkkit and I followed the scent further and further into the forest.

"Fourtrees," I breathed as the four great oaks came into vision. Ahead of us, I saw the hollow where the oaks stood and the cats gathered…in silence. The leaders were already up on Great Rock…the meeting would start soon.

Stationing ourselves behind a tree nearby, we hid but listened to every word we could hear.

For several minutes we could hear nothing but the rustle of restless cats as they waited for the meeting to start. But at long last a yowling sounded from Great Rock, and instantly the hollow was silent.

Longstar, the ShadowClan leader, opened the meeting. "I'm not going to waste any time of our precious moonhigh," he said in a loud, carrying voice. It sounded almost taunting. "I'll cut straight to the chase. You all know newleaf is late this year. By now the thaw should be well on its way, but we are still plagued by hard ground frosts, early nights and late sunrises. I fault this upon RiverClan."

Shocked meows and hisses erupted from the crowd, and Longstar waited for them to die down before continuing. "RiverClan has flaunted the warrior code once too often," he said in a menacing hiss. "StarClan is angry, and is punishing all of us for RiverClan's crimes. And my Clan and I, for one, will not stand it!"

"Then what shall your solution be, Longstar?" I recognized the voice of Twilightstar as she stepped forward.

"Quite simple. RiverClan must leave the forest!"

This time, no sounds of disbelief came from the crowd. An astounded silence enveloped the hollow.

"This is not RiverClan's fault!" A voice broke through the silence, and I figured it was the RiverClan leader, Streamstar. Daring to peek my head around the tree trunk, I saw a white she-cat with a gray splotch on her back step forward on the Highrock. "If it's anyone's fault, it's ShadowClan's! No doubt StarClan is furious at these false accusations that they make!"

Mews of agreement sounded through the hollow, combated by hisses.

"I think that Longstar, though leader of a band of traitors, is correct." Twilightstar again.

"Traitors? You dare call us traitors, Twilightstar?" Someone called out from the crowd, no doubt from ShadowClan.

"Hush, Nighttail. It is not a deputy's place to say that to a leader. Besides, no doubt Twilightstar has something very important to say if she decides to side with this band of traitors," Longstar said, his voice oversweet and just too welcoming.

"RiverClan has been hunting on Sunningrocks again! We have won battle after countless battle defending territory that should not be defended all the time. RiverClan is merely tiring our warriors – though it's not much more than a workout for them. RiverClan warriors are no harder to beat than two or three of our best apprentices."

"How dare you call RiverClan's warriors weak?" Streamstar's voice was no higher than a whisper, yet it carried right to my ears. I exchanged a fearful glace with Darkkit. Certainly, this Gathering was exciting, but it was becoming more and more frightening by the minute.

"Oh, I dare. It is true, after all," Twilightstar said smoothly, and I marveled at her ability to keep calm.

"Stop this fighting!" An unfamiliar voice spoke, but I figured it was the voice of Duststar, WindClan's leader. "Do you wish to anger StarClan?"

"I don't care about StarClan. They can do what they like, Duststar," Streamstar spat out. "All I want to do is to get my paws on that…that crowfood that call themselves ThunderClan!"

"Streamstar, I'm surprised at you. You have spent all your time insulting Twilightstar and ThunderClan – no, I won't deny she deserves it – but you have not mentioned that patrol of cats you send on WindClan's territory."

"RiverClan cats on WindClan territory? Duststar, you must have gone mad to speak such a falsehood," Streamstar turned her attention from our leader to Duststar. "In fact, we have scented WindClan in our territory. Our river reeks of your scent! No doubt you have been trying to fish out of a river that is barely enough to sustain my Clan! However, I don't think you were very successful. You must have gone home empty handed. WindClan is simply not adapted to catching fish, yet you continue to try and keep finding no success. It's not our fault there are no rabbits in WindClan, yet you take it out on a river that has no fish!"

"RiverClan cats get fat on fish, Streamstar!" Duststar snapped. "Or has your equally fat, over-inflated head forgotten that?"

A shocked hiss escaped Streamstar's lips, and I dared peer around the tree trunk again. Streamstar was crouched on the Great Rock, fur bristling and teeth bared. Opposite her, Duststar was in the same position. A deathly quiet descended upon the hollow.

Then the worst thing possible happened. A warrior turned to his neighbor and pounced upon him.

"You planned this, ShadowClan traitor!" The warrior, probably of RiverClan hissed.

"You planned this so the Clans would turn against RiverClan and drive us out. You…you foxdung!"

Before long, a full-scale fight had broken upon the hollow. And the leaders weren't doing anything about it. In fact, they were fighting too. Duststar was locked in combat with Streamstar, and after Longstar muttered something snidely into Twilightstar's ear, she too pounced on him and began a fight.

"I think it's time for us to leave," Darkkit whispered into my ear. His eyes were wide with fright. We turned to creep away, but before we could leave, a yowl sounded from Fourtrees. Terrified, I whirled around.

"The moon! Look at the moon!" Flamepelt mewled in terror. All of the cats looked up at the sky, previously so clear. A cloud had completely covered the moon, and none of its light touched the earth.

"A sign from StarClan!" Flamepelt continued. "StarClan is angry, and have ended this Gathering."