Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Warriors.

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Leafstream followed behind Honeystar unconsciously to the Gathering. Every full moon, the three clans would gather beneath the enormous sycamore, known as the Life Tree. And tonight was one of those nights.

He could hear the pawsteps of three warriors behind him, and he could see Dovefrost beside him. Yes, SunClan was small, made up of only six cats. There used to be more, but a greencough epidemic had taken most of their lives, except for Winterstep. The large cat had left the clan to be with a MoonClan she-cat. Willowfang had been furious.

But, despite the clan being small, they were not push-overs. Honeystar made sure of that. She kept the clan strong with her fiery spirit and words of encouragement. It is not hard to understand why she became leader.

Still in his thoughts, Leafstream did not notice that Honeystar had stopped. So, or course, he bumped into her. The golden she-cat looked back at him.

"Like, pay attention, Leafstream." She meowed. But there was amusement, rather than anger.

"Ah, sorry, Honeystar." Leafstream apologized.

Honeystar nodded, and looked out at the large clearing. The other clans were there already, MoonClan was just now settling. So they were not late.

"Come on, SunClan." She mewed, leading down the small hill.

Once Honeystar turned towards the tree, the other cats went off towards the fellow clan cats. Leafstream simply went to his place among the Life Tree's roots. Braveheart and Hollowmask were waiting.

As usual, Braveheart was making conversation. Hollowmask, however, wasn't really listening. Realizing that Leafstream was there, the DuskClan deputy turned to him.

"How's the hunting, Leafstream?" Braveheart asked with genuine friendliness. The two had known each other since they were apprentices.

"It goes well. For now at least. Leaf-bare will be coming soon, after all." Leafstream mewed, "How are about you?"

Braveheart flicked an ear, "Good."

A yowl rang out from above, most likely from Stonestar. This cued the beginning of the Gathering. The three deputies all looked up at their leaders.

"I will speak first." Copperstar mewed, gazing down at all the cats.

"MoonClan has been well-fed this leaf-fall. We have also grown stronger. Frostpaw, Greenpaw, and Ashpaw have earned their warrior names. They are now Frostbird, Greenblaze, and Ashwing. We also have three new apprentices. Creekpaw, Foxpaw, and Mottlepaw." He announced.

Chants of names echoed through the clearing. Leafstream could spot the mentioned cats in the crowd. The new warriors held their heads high. Two of the apprentices did that as well, but the last one ducked her head shyly.

Copperstar then stepped back. Honeystar spoke up before Stonestar could.

"SunClan is, like, also well. We are looking forward to new additions, now that Briarfawn is, like, expecting kits." She meowed.

Briarfawn moved to sit behind Embertail, most likely overwhelmed by the attention.

Last to speak was Stonestar. Though he'd waited patiently, Leafstream could see that he didn't appreciate Honeystar butting ahead of him.

"DuskClan has recently gotten new additions, as two kits have been born to Poppycurl and I. Their names are Ivykit and Shadekit. In other news, I'd like to inform you all that one of my patrols scented a badger near the Night Tunnel route. I have told my medicine cat that he will have a warrior escort, and I suggest you do so as well." He mewed.

"Hm, like, thank you for the information, Stonestar. I'll see to it that Dovefrost, like, has an escort, too." Honeystar meowed.

Copperstar looked to the gray leader with a slight glare, "I appreciate the warning, but not the suggestion. If I give Pouncewhisker an escort, it will be my choice. Not because another leader says so. If that is all, then the Gathering is over."

Leafstream stood and padded to Honeystar when she leaped from the tree. He noticed that DuskClan and MoonClan separated swiftly. Just an example of how a leader's attitude can affect them. A few cats were lashing their tails. And as they separated, he also noticed a small cat caught up with the wrong clan.

He seemed to be an apprentice, and looked confused by the scents around him. So, Leafstream took it upon himself to approach.

"Hello there, young apprentice. You seem lost." He mewed with a friendly gaze. He didn't want to frighten the tabby. By his scent, be guessed he was MoonClan.

"What? Lost? No, I'm just…just…" the apprentice trailed off, unable to come up with a lie.

"Your clan has gone already, how about I take you to them? Or do you know the way?" Leafstream asked. The MoonClanner hesitated, then nodded.

"Alright then, I just need to let my leader know what's happened. Stay here." The deputy meowed, turning. While he walked, he wondered how the apprentice's body structure reminded him of some cat. But he couldn't figure who.

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Getting the apprentice – who he came to know as Foxpaw – back with his Clan had not taken too long. He'd picked up the scent of them none too soon after setting out. And luckily for him, none of the MoonClan cats acted hostile towards him. Sure, there was a couple suspicious glances, but otherwise nothing.

Copperstar thanked him for returning Foxpaw, and then Leafstream was free to go and meet up with his own Clan. By time he caught their scent, and tracked it, his clanmates had already reached camp.

"Like, there you are, Leafstream. I was totally wondering how long you'd be gone." Honeystar mewed, having padded up to him the moment he came within sight.

"Well, I'm back now. MoonClan caused no trouble, thankfully." Leafstream replied.

"Good. If they did, I would have some cat's pelt for it." Meowed the leader. Leafstream purred in amusement. Honeystar was surely something else. The other leaders would send a few warriors to fetch their clanmate from another Clan, instead of reacting violently. Maybe it was the fact that they were mates.

Honeystar yawned, opening her jaws wide and showing off glimmering teeth with only slight yellow-ness. Seeing this, Leafstream felt the urge to yawn as well.

"Come on, it's time for some rest. We don't want to, like, be too tired to hunt in the morning." Honeystar meowed, turning and beginning to walk towards their den. Her sleek tail waving lazily behind her.

Yes, Honeystar had to hunt, unlike Copperstar or Stonestar. The Clan was so small, and needed every cat's help with feeding each other. Even Dovefrost pitched in at times. And this was especially essential since Briarfawn would soon be unable to hunt, she'd have kits to take care of.

Leafstream simply listened and followed behind her. His thoughts remained on the topic of Briarfawn's future kits, though. It had been a long time since SunClan saw kits. The last litter had been born before Winterstep left. Those two kits had unfortunately been born weak, and died only two sunrises later. They had been the kits of Leafstream and Honeystar, and he felt his heart twist painfully at the memory.

Honeystar had remained quiet for an entire day after the kits were buried. And when she did, she stated that it was for the best. 'A strong leader cannot have kits,' she had mewed. There was a deep, depression in her tone. It made Leafstream even more sad than he had already been. But half a moon later, she was back to her normal self.

Leafstream gazed at the golden she-cat as he entered the den. She was perfectly happy once more. It seemed that she no longer thought about the kits that never lived long enough to receive their names. Leafstream laid beside her, and figured that he could be that way too. Just not as fast.

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A/N: I know, I keep killing kits. I'm an awful person. But it must be done. *Sigh*

The next chapter will be up very soon. Prepare for more death! *shot*

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