July 2022 WindClan Post-Gathering Gathering

WindClan came home after the Gathering, tired but no worse for wear, as per usual with such Gatherings. It was interesting having a Gathering full of new leaders, but Shrikestar couldn't dwell on that too much. There was something he wanted to try. Without waiting to reach the Tallrock, he turned around to face his clan. Since he was leading them home, he could face and interact with all of them.

"WindClan, I know we have learned a lot about the news of other clans, but sometimes there is information we must keep close to us. I would like to start something new: a post-Gathering chat, where we can share news that concerns WindClan and WindClan alone. Anything you feel up to sharing is valid, and I would love to hear from each and every one of you. Those who did not go to the Gathering," he called louder, to reach the ears of those in the dens, "are free to speak up as well."

The little molly was up far, far past her bedtime, as evident by the way sleep dragged heavily at her pelt, her eyes fluttering shut every so often, but she was determined. Hazelkit had only learned of what a gathering was tonight, as her clanmates milled out through the camp's exit, heading for the landmark Fourtrees. The calico was full of questions, spurring her on to evade sleep as she waited desperately for any of the cats who left to return; excitement lighting up her entire body as there was noise outside the camp. Her leader filed in, followed by those chosen to go, and the kit realised she didn't know who to approach-- especially as some seemed to turn to their dens. Hesitantly she started to head towards them, as Shrikestar begun to announce something.

Her calico head tilted slightly, Hazelkit's interest thoroughly piqued. She stood as tall as she could, knowing that for absolute certain someone had to talk to her now.