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Amber eyes flashed about gatherings were one of Honeychirp’s favorite things. The molly knew tensions would be high, yet she was proud to be in RiverClan her golden pelt shifted in the pale moonlight, she wasn’t quite sure what to do . Freckleface was nowhere to be seen and the last thing she wanted was to run into Sweetburr. Following the line of cats as the filtered into the silver clearing she began to look for other cats she didn’t want to be alone to watch the gathering. The leaf bare air nipped at her feathery ears as her gold tail lashed a bit, just a distraction. She gave a sigh of releif that she was finally here and began to settle in for a nice night of chatting.