Old RiverClan Camp

Graystar looked at the RiverClan wolves, padding nearby the log though not on top of it. "The Gathering is tonight, and if any wolf would want to come, feel free to! We will be leaving now. I do know that the other Gatherings were different, I suppose, though I don't think anything will happen other than talking to the other Clans at this Gathering." She barked loudly. The gray wolf padded over to the entrance of the clearing, waiting for those who wanted to leave to go towards the Fourtrees before she did.

Stoatpup had watched the Clan meeting with excitement. He wanted to be near the log, with Graystar annoucing his apprentice, or perhaps warrior, name. Sighing, he knew it would be a bit until he was made an apprentice. As Graystar mentioned something about the river, he was a bit excited and unhappy at the same time. He would want to see what the river looked like now, though if the river stayed like this he wouldn't have ever seen the river normal. Walking over to Fangpup after hearing of the Gathering, he barked; "Want to go to the Gathering? We might be able to see RiverClan territory while we go to the... Fourtrees! I can't wait to go there." Stoatpup barked excitedly, his dark blue eyes showing his excitement and his orange-tan fur nearly bristling with curiousity as he thought what the Gathering-place would look like.

[It's alright, the Gathering hasn't started yet. In fact, no RiverClan wolf is there yet, I think.]

Graystar, seeing some of the RiverClan wolves gather nearby the entrance, trotted outside of camp to lead her Clan to the Fourtrees, her paws taking her towards the familiar Gathering-place. She thought about the other Gatherings, frowning as she ran. Thinking that nothing similar would happen this time, she increased her speed, thinking that RiverClan might be late. She didn't want to be late at her first Gathering as a leader, but sighed, deciding it wouldn't matter much whether she arrived early or not; the Gathering probably wouldn't start until each leader had arrived.

~Graystar leaves to the Fourtees~

Stoatpup nodded at Fangpup, and seeing Graystar leave, he was even more excited to finally go to a Gathering. "Then let's go now!" The orange-furred pup barked, sprinting over to the camp entrance. He stopped, remembering how he wasn't ever allowed out of the camp clearing. Yet it was different now; he would be able to go to this Gathering. Though he was a few moons old, the pup had never been to one; there was usually something that prevented him from going to a Gathering. Stepping one paw out of camp, Stoatpup looked up at the RiverClan warriors to see if they would disapprove of him leaving, even though he knew it would be alright. After a few moments, Stoatpup glanced back to see if Fangpup had already reached the camp entrance, and then trotted off after the RiverClan wolves leaving.

~Stoatpup leaves to the Fourtrees~

Graystar walked into the camp, quickly heading for the Leaders' Den. She rested her head on her paws, thinking about how she hadn't really entered or fallen asleep in the Leaders' Den before. I'm RiverClan leader now... I should get used to being in this den. The gray wolf thought, slowly falling asleep. "I should send some patrols... and a patrol to look at the river... sometime soon...." She mumbled to herself before she had fully fallen asleep.

Stoatpup padded into the camp, sighing. "It will be so long until I get to go out of camp again... so much more waiting." He murmured to himself. He padded over to the prey pile, picking up a water vole and sitting down near the Apprentices' Den. He glanced inside the den as he ate, thinking about when he'd be an apprentice. Looking at his vole, he continued to eat, still in his thoughts.

Graystar blinked open her eyes, getting up to her paws and padding over to the den entrance. Seeing Silverheart and Foxheart leave the camp, perhaps to look at the river, she decided to leave as well. "I will be at the river, if anyone needs to ask me something." She said to any wolves in the clearing, and trotted outside of the camp.

~Graystar leaves to the river~

Stoatpup yelped in surprise, glancing up at Ripplepup. He glanced at his water vole; the orange pup was done eating it. Growling playfully, Stoatpup batted a paw at Ripplepup's ears. "I will win this battle!" He growled playfully once more, flattening his ears to try to look like a fierce warrior; although with his tail wagging he still looked like a pup.

Stoatpup fell onto his side, glancing up at Ripplepup. Letting out a playful growl, he batted a paw at her muzzle. The pup tried to think of any battle moves he had learned; but there wasn't much.