Three giants walk into a bar (open)

This was the first time the young apprentice was seeing the massive, sprawling oaks, and the large clearing. Crocuspaw had wanted to check the place out before the aforementioned gathering happened, as she had heard that cats from all over the territories would travel every full moon here to share the news. While that sounded fun, the young she-cat found that she also felt reluctant to go, because she had heard that many of the other clans weren't very big and were typically on the more slender side. The thought of being surrounded by cats smaller than her made her worried that she'd accidentally knock them over, as it happened a lot with the other kits even the older ones.

Crocuspaw sniffed cautiously as the small group she was with - hardly a patrol - were about to break the foliage barrier and go down into the clearing. But any anxiety she would have felt was almost completely dispelled with the presence of her older companion. If anything went south, Aurelia was there to help.

Feral language
Forest Language

Unlike the anxious vibes his sister was putting out, Vinepaw was excited to see something that wasn't entirely ThunderClan. He was slightly disappointed that their dad wasn't with them, but Aurelia's presence was still welcomed. It also felt nice to have two other cats who spoke the forests language with ease and comfort.

Poking a sandy head through the leaves and pushing through into the clearing, Vinepaw couldn't help but squeak in excitment. "So this is where the gathering will be! It's huge! Are the other clans just as big as ThunderClan, Aurelia?"

Aurelia padded through the trees with the two apprentices, happy to stretch her legs and get out of the ever-busy camp. Their paws led toward fourtrees, and Aurelia had to suppress er mild disapproval at being so near to the edge of the territory. Not because she thought there might be other cats, no. But the power she had witnessed at the recent gathering had been more than enough to deeply unnerve her, even now in daylight, where there was no gathering to be had. She could sense the mixture of nervousness and excitement coming from the apprentices, and would do her best to keep her own unease at bay.

"This is where they gather, yes." She nodded at the question, "Some of the other clans seem smaller. At least one seems to be quite large, though. Larger than Thunderclan, though that's only a guess based on how many of their cats attended the gathering." Picking out the scents and which groups of cats arrived and left together in the ensuing chaos had been easy enough, though it was difficult to put clan names to the groups she had seen in the distance, outside of the Windclan ats who had come from the moors and were involved in the chaos.

"This is neutral ground... Supposedly." She added, unable to keep the dubiousness from her tone. It seemed as though some of the clans either had difficulty understanding that concept, or simply did not care. If any of them showed up looking for a fight, Aurelia wasn't sure if the rule about neutrality and the violent ways fights seemed to be broken up extended outside of gatherings. The idea made her wary, to say the least.