“What if they start fighting?” Blackfrost mumbled to her mate with concern in her tone, “Starclan will punish us surely if they break the full-moon truce.” The black-and-white-furred female didn’t know what to think of what to do right now. The sounds of anger and tension spread through the clearing, even some cats down here in the clearing showed signs of wanting to go at each other’s throats. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go to the Gathering tonight, however, Blackfrost stayed calm. She knew deep down that she needed to support her clan, even though they weren’t even apart of this chaos between Windclan and Thunderclan. The young warrior appreciated Crowhawk’s kindness and comforting licks as she buried her face into his shoulder. In the slightest, Blackfrost could hear the Skyclan leader’s weakened attempts to stop the fighting leaders - perhaps there was hope to stop this before it was too late.

Despite the other apprentice’s attempts to fling her off his back, she was able to keep balance, remembering her mentor, Raspberrybubble, teaching the small apprentice how to keep balance in situations like this since moves such as these would surely help her in battle. “These paws may be smaller than average, but they still have gotten me far in life.” Newtpaw said with a lighthearted giggle stirring from her, but the jokes and banter soon came to a close when the Gathering began to kick off and leaders began to yowl at each other in anger and irritation - she noticed how Goursestar, the Skyclan leader, was attempting to calm the two quarreling leaders down, especially since it was the full-moon truce. The short-legged apprentice appreciated the tomcat for such acts, but unfortunately, it didn’t seem to help much. “Oh, Starclan..” She murmured, “What if they actually cause a fight to break out?” The youth said this to her dear friend as she was still on his back, but decided to slip off and sit down beside him, her ears flattening. “I’m a bit scared..” The munchkin admitted quietly.

“Thank you.” She said, looking at him with an appreciative smile resting on her maw, “I love you.” Blackfrost nuzzled his neck with a warm purr stirring from her for a moment. The young warrior did not like to seem overprotective, but times like these just made her want to take more extra precautions. She could see the full-moon shining above them rather brightly, so nothing worthy of Starclan being concerned about was happening, which made her feel a little better. The black-furred female glanced around at the other cats that surrounded them in the clearing, some wearing the same feared expressions as she had and some showing signs of aggression in their faces, which made a shiver of uneasiness run up her spine, but she decided to just focus on what was happening now, returning her head back to forward and letting her observant gaze rest on the feuding leaders ahead of them.