Foxbound was one of the first cats into the clearing, following closely behind her uncle. Her heart was hammering in her chest as her wild orange eyes took in everything around her. Of course the young feline had been to gatherings before, but this was her first one as a warrior. Plus she hadn’t been to a gathering in a few moons anyways. Foxbound watched as her uncle bounded away, and her ears dropped a little. She’d forgotten, in the excitement of the moment, that Passionstar had to be up with the other leaders. The ginger she-cat sighed, kicking a rock with her paw. He was always very busy, and the feline missed him. She was the closest thing she had to an actual father. And one of the only family members, in Thunderclan at least, that she had left. Of course there was Springingsky, her feisty grandmother, Foxbound wouldn’t forget about her for a second. But she’d stayed behind this gathering, insisting that she stay behind to defend the camp. So it looked like the ginger molly would be on her own during the gathering. Foxbound shook out her fur, and continued, going further into the gathering space. She was hopping that maybe she would be able to socialize with a cat from another clan. She always found them interesting.
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