Gorsewing sat under the rock at the gathering. Patchstar sat above him, smirking at Owlstar, who was lashing her tail wildly. He sighed before straightening his posture. "Let the gathering begin." Icestar meowed, his frail body flinching at each word. "ThunderClan is doing...well.." Icestar choked, looking at the two warrior he brought. "RiverClan is doing well, our river is stocked with Greenleaf's plentiful game." (A/N: Game is another word for hunting animals.)Owlstar mewed.
"ShadowClan is doing amazing, our pines are full of wildlife." Waspstar meowed, seemingly larger and plump than the rest of his clan. Feathersong leaned towards Gorsewing and meowed, "He ate most of it." Gorsewing stiffled a giggle. "WindClan is fine. Lilyslip has given birth to healthy kits."
The clans departed. Gorsewing was stopped by Feathersong. "Gorsewing, may I tell you something?" She asked. "Of course." Gorsewing meowed. "I-I'm expecting your kits. No one has stood up for who the father would be so.." She whispered. "Not my problem. I only love Lilyslip. I learned how to be loyal. You need to learn too." He hissed, before padding away.
Lilyslip was prodded by a paw. "Ugh..." She hissed, opening one eye. She saw the tabby pelt of Gorsewing. She immediately sat up, her tail twitching. "Yes?" She meowed, looking at her mate's blue eyes. He grinned like a kit who just found some catmint. "ThunderClan is weak! We can attack!" He rejoiced. "Oh, thats wonderful! How about you set up an patrol tomorrow?" She suggested, a hint of amusement in her tone. "Excellent idea! Well, its getting really late, bye." He mewed before skipping to the warriors den.
Sunlight filtered through the den. Lilyslip woke up, her body stiff and lazy. She scanned the den for her kits. Across the camp, Applekit and Antkit were playing with Gorsewing. She sighed before getting up and padding to the entrance, watching the three cats play a game of Mossball. A sudden urge to get off her lazy bottom and play with them went through her, and she did just that. "Hi Mom!" Applekit and Antkit greeted, their voices cheerful. "Hello Lilyslip!" Gorsewing meowed.
While the four played, they didn't notice a pair of pale blue eyes staring at them. Feathersong lurked in the brambles, her eyes full of hurt. Gorsewing had a perfect family. At least her worries about her kits were gone, as Brightclaw stepped up as the father. She prepared to lead a patrol into battle. Even if ShadowClan was weak from leaf-bare still, and they had a greedy leader, then still could fight. Her yowl startled the clan, and the battle began.