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Originally Posted by Dipper

Fawnsqueak wandered into the gathering with the rest of his clanmates, dazed. Coming to these had been a chore for the last moons, and it was a strange combination of loss and freedom that engulfed him at the familiar sight of Seastones. The promise of finally being able to listen and focus lit embers in his stomach, the possibility for more than hurrying back home and sorting stupid plants, actually mattering to someone.

He searched for a spot without the pang of guilt he felt over refusing to sit with the medicine cats (barring that one time), and it was a pleasant change to not have to slink around like he was hiding from something. Better yet, none of the other Clans had arrived, which meant no awkward introductions if he was forced to sit by a stranger. So, he selected a spot an appropriate distance from the leaders and deputies--still pretty close to the front--and waited.

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Echowind walked calmly into the clearing, searching for a good place to sit. Yes, she was pregnant, but she just found out. Surely she could come to one last Gathering, right? Maybe make up for last Gathering's drama? Yellow eyes scanned the area, but then saw... Fawnsqueak? Shouldn't he be with the medicine cats?

The silver molly walked over. It probably wasn't her buisness, but she was gonna ask anyway. "Hi Fawnsqueak..." she began when she was closer. "Uh, mind if I sit here?" She'd keep it at that. For now.