Gathering of the Five [[Read the Description]]

Aspen looked at his sister, only nodding rather than greeting her with words. "Did you make sure no one was following you?" he meowed to everyone.

"I'm not a fool," she snapped, a little harshly. The grey tabby cat sat, her tail twitching in irritation.

Maple walked in quietly and silently, almost as if not there. "Hello, Storm, Aspen, Shade, and Vixen." She said, lightly padding towards them.

"Well, you would be if you let someone follow you. Honestly, you are way too hostile.." Aspen meowed, straightening up. "Is father coming today?"

Vixen growled softly.
"You ought to watch your tongue, baby brother," she smirked, sitting tall. "I'm not sure if he's coming, I would think he is."

Storm pleasantly greeted Maple with the wave of his tail. "Don't tell me you haven't missed it..." He laughed, looking at Aspen. He said no more though, he wasn't sure... "Could he make it here? They might catch his scent..."

"Father is impressively sneaky for his age. He is also wise. I think he'd know how to disguise his scent." He said before smirking at Vixen. "Come at me, bro Was that a threat?" he asked in a taunting tone. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean I can't rip you to shreds."

Vixie snorted.
"Please," she drawled. "I could take you any day. Besides, I'm older by...at least fifteen moons. I'm smaller, yes, but that doesn't mean I can't pack a beating."

Aspen groaned. He was half her age, but it didn't mean he was any weaker. He ignored the comment, tucking his tail over his paws.

Shade laughed lightly. "I don't think we should be trying to destroy each other right now."

"Indeed. We have bigger things to worry about." Storm purred, quite off considering the look on his face.

"Absolutely not," said a deep voice from the bushes, responding to Shade's comment. From there emerged a muscular tabby tom with glowing amber eyes. Furion. "Why are you bickering anyway? It's a pointless argument." He came to rest by his children, glancing at each in turn. "Status report! Aspen, how is it going in, ah, Riverclan?"

"Fine, considering the fact that they let me in. I'm fairly trusted." Aspen meowed, dipping his head.

"Excellent," Furion answered. He turned to his second youngest. "Maple, how did Skyclan take you?"

Maple looked at him. "SkyClan took me in as if I was one of their own, and had been lost for moons. There are few who show distrust." Maple said kindly.