Sunstar was the first cat to rise, walking past Willowstar and towards the front of the rock. Not even sparing his brother a glance.

Moonfur took in their leader's ragged form and frowned lightly. Since her arrival to the clan this was the second time she had ever seen the tom.

His eyes were dark and cold, his pelt had become quite mottled and he appeared thinner than before. His eyes swept over the crowd, and for a brief second, connected with her own.

"DarkClan is well. There has been no trace of any foxes, I believe it is safe to assume that they are gone for now."

Sunstar's words caused a couple cats in the clearing to let out breaths of relief. Moonfur didn't really understand what he was talking about, but she knew foxes could be problematic.

"We also have a new warrior in our midst." he continued.

Moonfur could feel her pelt heat up at his words and waited tensely as he looked down at her. His eyes revealed nothing, and she vaguely wondered what he would say.

"Moonfur is now a warrior of DarkClan."

A few cats turned to look at her, but Moonfur found herself more focused on Sunstar. He hadn't said anything about her being a rogue. Glancing around the clearing nervously, Moonfur noted that a lot of the cats didn't seem suspicious at all. A few cats even meowed their congratulations.

However, a few cats did eye her oddly. They probably were wondering why they had never seen her around before.

'If Sunstar doesn't want the other cats to know, then I guess I won't say anything.'

Moonfur didn't want to get in trouble with the DarkClan leader and chose to remain quiet. Her eyes drifted across the other three leaders and focused on the she-cat.

Morningstar padded up lightly to the front and smiled with her usual friendly air.

"LightClan is doing well." she meowed shakily.

Moonfur watched the LightClan leader carefully, she looked awfully tense.

"We have four new kits in our clan. With the approach of leaf-bare, many of the flowers have begun to wilt, but we are prepared for the changing of seasons."

Morningstar's smile didn't quite reach her eyes, Moonfur noted. Now that she thought about it, none of the leaders seemed to be very relaxed.

Brisingstar stood stiffly in his spot. "Two of our apprentices have also achieved the rank of warrior, and we have a new medicine cat in training. I'm glad to hear that everyone is doing well." His deep blue eyes drifted over to Willowstar.

"And what of TreeClan? Not having any trouble I hope." he meowed briskly.

Moonfur thought she could detect a hint of something dark in the OceanClan's leader's voice, but she wasn't certain. She had never seen these cats before in her life.

Willowstar didn't appear to be affected by the question at all and swished his bushy tail to the side effortlessly.

"Leaf-bare can be a difficult time, but not for TreeClan. Four of our cats have become apprentices since the last Gathering and two more kits have joined our ranks. More cats should take after our example." the TreeClan leader meowed eerily.

Brisingstar's eyes narrowed slightly at Willowstar, but the brown tom said nothing and called an end to the meeting.

Moonfur watched as the OceanClan leapt down from the Great Rock and whispered something to his deputy before the two parted and began to gather their clan. Everyone appeared to be meeting up with their clanmates now.

Moonfur's multi-colored eyes swept through the cats, searching for any of her clanmates.

"I didn't know DarkClan had any more apprentices."

Moonfur's ear twitched and she turned to face a tabby tom watching her closely.

"This is my first Gathering." she replied to the cat impassively.

The tom looked at her oddly. "What's wrong with your eye?" he meowed in disgust.

Moonfur blinked, then realized what he was talking about. Honestly she forgot about it sometimes, besides, the tribe had never said anything.

"I was born with it." she replied shrugging casually.

The tabby snorted. "How interesting. You DarkClan cats are all the same."

Moonfur could detect animosity in his voice and smell the scent of TreeClan. No wonder he was being so hostile.

"Who are you?" she meowed curiously, wanting to take note of the tom's name for future reference.

The tabby scoffed, "Pineneedle."

Moonfur just blinked at the tom.

"Son of Willowstar. Honestly, don't they teach you anything in that clan?"

Moonfur narrowed her eyes at Pineneedle, irritated by his arrogant air. She could tell he was someone used to getting his way.

"Of course, but only the important things. Now if you'll excuse me, I must return to my clan." she meowed giving him a mocking smile.

Moonfur didn't wait to see the expression on his face and turned away, smiling smugly to herself.

'What a self-righteous brat.'

"What's the deal with TreeClan anyways?"

Five sets of eyes turned to look curiously at the pale she-cat as the cats returned to camp. Sunstar had already managed to slink off somewhere and Mintpaw had gone off to bed. Darkpelt had begun to walk away as well, but Browneyes had managed to catch him.

The six remaining cats lay in a small group in the center of camp. Moonfur felt the heat rising to her cheeks as the cats looked at her oddly.

"What? It's not like I care. Some little punk was giving me some trouble." she meowed, scoffing.

Greysight's ears twitched curiously, instantly perking her up.

"What cat?"

Normally Greysight wouldn't bother trying to get along with the newcomer, but she was curious about this cat who had decided to approach her pale clanmate.

Browneyes was listening curiously with bright eyes while Darkpelt sat by his side looking incredibly irritated. Even Lostheart was sitting silently in the shadows near the group, quietly listening in.

"Some cat named Pineneedle." Moonfur shrugged.

Greysight let out a small laugh. "Figures." she meowed. That cat never failed to try and antagonize the DarkClan cats that was for sure.

Browneyes rolled his eyes, "That tom thinks he's hot stuff just because his father's the leader. He believes he was born with some divine natural talent or something."

Lostheart's eyes flashed in the darkness, memories of the dark tabby filling her mind.

"What's wrong? Do you miss your mommy?"

"It's a shame I missed it. I would have enjoyed watching her die."

A small flicker crossed her eyes, but she said nothing. The memory left her with a strange empty feeling, and she didn't understand why.

"That tom is worthless pile of rotting crowfood."

The she-cats were surprised when a low growl came unexpectedly from Darkpelt. The tom rarely spoke to them unless he was giving orders. Only Browneyes and Lostheart appeared to be the only ones unfazed by his sudden statement.

The tom's midnight blue eyes had grown even darker. "Being the son of a leader doesn't make you a powerful warrior. Only a fool, who believes nothing will ever harm him. One day he'll see..."

Darkpelt didn't even bother to look at the others as he rose to his powerful paws and stalked away to the warrior's den, leaving Greysight, Moonfur, and Roseclaw watching in surprise.

Lostheart's gaze flickered over to Browneyes and she noticed the tom's face fall slightly and his usual inviting smile turn into a small frown.

"Is he always like that?" meowed Moonfur.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Short chapter is short. I apologize. I got a few messages that really wanted me to update so I did. I have updated my tumblr with a few little doo-dads and have also made a new speedpaint of moonfur on my youtube channel so feel free to check that out. Speaking of that picture, im using it for th cover of my new story about Moonfur's life. so if you're interested check that out as well. It is being written by a friend of mine.

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