"All cats old enough to catch their own prey come to the grassrock for a clan meeting!"

Vixenclaw walked toward the grass rock. It was the night of the gathering, and she was almost completely sure that she would not be going to the gathering.

The past quarter-moon had not gone so well. Nettlefrost refused to let her go on any patrols of the sort and outlawed basically anything fun. She had spent half of the time checking the elders for ticks. It was enjoyable for a while, but eventually, the smell of mouse-bile started to haunt her.

Cedarmask had not helped at all. He always insisted that she only get him a mouse and no other prey.

Snowpaw's training had been taken over by Blackstripe. He had refused to talk to Vixenclaw since.

Snowpaw seemed to be the only one talking to her unless you count Cedarmask (but she didn't).

"As you all know, today is the gathering. I will be bringing Leopardstrike, Mudshadow, Blackstripe, Granitefur, Nettlefrost, Frogpaw, Snowpaw, Vixenpaw, Mossheart, Goldenfoot, and Lilystorm."

It took a few seconds for this to sink into Vixenclaw.

WHAT?!?!? I'M GOING TO THE GATHERING?!?!? She thought. Does that mean that Graystar forgives me? Then she heard a voice in the back of her mind. It sounded like Graystar.

Nope! Nobody forgives you.

But there was no time for that.