Goosepaw hurried over, his short legs working hard to carry himself across the clearing to sit in front of the Streamstone. Lionstar looked so MAJESTIC, sitting there. He dared to creep a little closer and bat lightly at the stone. What did it feel like, standing there, staring out over a Clan that would obey your every command without question? Must feel powerful. The tiny kinkalow backed away from the rock and took his place next to Morningmeadow, glancing at his mentor from the corner of his eye. Training was going to be fun with her, preparing to get back at those frog-faced marsh cats who had dared to swipe his home away. But for now he had to focus on the meeting. If he was going to become powerful, he needed to learn some pointers from the biggest cat in RiverClan, and what better way to do that than watching Lionstar?