FireClan
Nightfire looked around and, finding Foxflame, padded up to him. "Did you hear? There was a battle in SunClan." Foxflame looked up, eyes wide and scared. "What?!" Nightfire couldn't understand why her friend was so terrified of this news. It hadn't affected FireClan. "Yeah, DarkClan attacked and IceClan, EarthClan, and RockClan showed up. Something amazing happened as well, but no one will tell me what it is." Petalsong. That was the only thought running through the ginger tom's mind. "Were any cats...killed?" Nightblaze considered this for a moment, replaying the conversations she had overheard. "Yeah, the deputy of SunClan. But I'm pretty sure that's all." This meant nothing to Foxflame. Nightblaze wouldn't have all the information. What if his mate had been killed or fatally injured? And the kits. What if the unborn kits died along with their mother?
Flameheart yawned and layed down in front of the warriors den for some hard-core basking. He was going to make the most of his "night off." Bloodstar had left him at home just in case their camp was attacked so that there would be a witness.
WaterClan
Rainstar led her clan through the last ring of bushes surrounding the clearing, expecting the worst. Most of the clans were there already, excluding IceClan and RockClan. She was sure her warriors would find out about the battle soon, and Sunstar should announce details when it was his turn. In the meantime, she had to climb Centertree and wait for the moon to finish rising.
Silverleaf looked behind her anxiously. She didn't want to leave Dawnsinger behind, but her friend had not been deemed strong enough to go to the Gathering. At least Stormcall was staying with her. A thought came to mind, making the grey she-cat giggle. He was probably enjoying himself, alone with his mate.
AirClan
Stormcall jumped at the sound of his mate's hoarse voice. She needed more water. It was ironic how the extreme intake of water had made Dawnsinger's throat dry and raw. He set out to refill her moss from the lake. It wasn't far, but he ran anyway. He needed to burn energy somehow, and he didn't want to keep his poor mate waiting for long. She was so close to being healthy again.
Ashfeather stood beside Nightfeather, their tails twined together. "Is FireClan here yet?" she meowed anxiously. "I don't see him." Nightfeather smiled, already having spotted his mate's brother. "He's over there, talking to Nightblaze." He gestured in the direction of the ginger tom with his front paw. Ashfeather sped off, almost dragging her mate along with her. "Foxflame, Foxflame, did you hear? SunClan was attacked!"
EarthClan
Earthpaw searched the clearing, looking for the new friend he had made. Surely Brightpaw was here. She hadn't been injured in the battle, so why wouldn't she?
RockClan
Marshpelt picked up speed near the head of his clan. Hopefully that would clue Minkstar in to running faster. He needed to see if SunClan was okay.
IceClan
Skystar stopped her clan just before the last ring of bushes. She turned and spoke to them quietly. "Don't say a word about the battle," she hissed. Several warriors nodded enthusiastically, so she led IceClan into the clearing and made her way to Centertree. She pranced up and around the winding branch, feeling very proud indeed.
Nightfall followed his leader, Shadepaw and Shiverpaw flanking him. Something had happened between the two apprentices, and he felt obligated to keep an eye on them. Once he was sure of their presence, he looked for his siblings. There was Nightblaze, and there was Nightfeather, being pulled along by that crazy mate of his. A smile tugged at the corners of the black tom's lips, but he ignored it. There wasn't any reason to smile.
SunClan
Sunstar sat atop the Highbranch, closing his eyes. Surprisingly, he could hear almost every word of the conversations below him. Even though they were so far away, they rang clear as a bell to the ears that only wanted silence.
Brightpaw looked up at the Highbranch fox-lengths above. It was intimidating to sit below it, but she had to. Flowerface had stayed at camp with the injured cats, so she was supposed to take her mentor's place. She wondered vaguely if she would see Earthpaw before the night was over.
Pansykit collapsed in front of the leader's den. She had been helping her mother all day, fetching what was left of herbs in the medicine den and holding cobwebs. These past two days could count as two moons of training to be a medicine cat.
Fernkit nudged her sister. "Get up," she meowed crossly. "If you're so tired, go in the apprentices den with the other kits."
Pansykit couldn't argue with that. She hauled herself to the small rock cave and plopped down on a nest, not bothering to find out whose it was. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the bracken.
Flowerface pressed wet moss to Petalsong's lips, trying desperately to get the injured queen to drink. Her milk was drying up, and soon there would be no hope for her or her kits. She couldn't let that happen.
LeafClan
Heathersong breathed in the night air, trying to gain confidence from it. She had not told her leader about the dreams when they had visited the Moonrock two days before. Hopefully Dawnstar would be compliant. "Are you coming with me?" She turned to Stormpaw who was standing beside her, at the foot of the Centertree.
DarkClan
Icestar frowned as she walked her new minion back and forth. He was completely brainwashed, with no annoying thoughts at all. Annoying thoughts like Hopeflight's. She longed to silence them with a blow to the stomach, and then the throat, but she had tried before. Hopeflight just wouldn't die! No matter what the leader did to her, she always recovered eventually. StarClan must be on her side. Yes, Icestar believed in StarClan, but they were her sworn enemies.
(Fail. x.x)