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Lotuspaw sat quietly outside the apprentices den. Tonight was the Gathering, and she couldn't wait to see if she was going.
"Larkpaw?" she called out.
Where could her best friend have gotten off too.

Hailstar watched over the camp from Highledge. He would take Lotuspaw, Coldpaw, and Whitestorm to the Gathering. It would all come down to tonight. Whether he would have to resort to tricks or they would follow him willingly. He needed to speak with his deputy.
"Where is Stormblaze?" he asked peering over the edge at Whitestorm.

Whitestorm laid in a patch of what you could call grass. It hadn't rained for a few days so the grass was begging for water as they wilted. Whitestorm opened his eyes. One a fiery red and the other an ocean blue. He had his eyes set on a few apprentices. He sighed he had a warriors name, but still was considered an apprentice even though he was strong. his long white fur wrapped around the light green grass.

Scorchfang stood in his den looking to the small hole in it. He could see the sky his right eye flashed seeing the near future maybe a mouse today or lizard for a kit. He never saw big things in the future or what he did see he never spoke of. He talked to Starclan, but never announced it for he would be punished as for his scar on his eyes in an X mark. Hailstar had mad an example of him a year ago for it.

Larkpaw jumped two feet in the air as she hissed playfully at Lotuspaw. She landed on her friend, making them both tumble. Larkpaw laughed. "I cleaned myself, mouse-brain!" She mewed and then seperated herself from Lotuspaw. She groomed the fur along her spine briefly and then looked back at her friend. "Were you calling me for any particular reason?" She asked.

Stormblaze nodded. "Alright...." He said, wondering what Hailstar needed to talk to him about. He glanced at the apprentices, smiling when he saw Larkpaw tumbling around with Lotuspaw. When he looked back at Hailstar, however, the smile was gone. "What, exactly, did you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh you know. Talk about some of the good-looking tom in the clan." Lotuspaw mewed, shooting glances in Whitestorms direction.

"You know my plan for the Gathering tonight correct?" Hailstar questioned once they were alone in his den.

Coldpaw padded over and sat next to Nightpaw. She was the only cat who Coldpaw could sit next to without haveing to deal with petty conversations or idiotic games. She glared at the headache in a brown tabby coat known as Tumblekit. It seemed he never left her alone. Maybe Nightpaw had an answered, cause Coldpaw sure as heck didn't.
"Hey Nightpaw?" Coldpaw asked uncomfortably.

"I sure hope so. It'll be me and Coldpaw's first Gathering." Lotuspaw stated.
She didn't miss the flushed look Larkpaw got when she looked at Whitestorm.
"Do you lke him? Or is he just that good looking?"

"Indeed. The clans must follow our new light. I am going to announce it at the Gathering. I want to be prepared for trouble, so I wanted your opinion on who to take." Hailstar explained.

"Any idea of a good way to get rid of a nuciance?" she asked.