[ OPEN of ShadowClan! ]
Sparrowpaw's chin was tilted high as she surveyed the gathering crowds of cats. But the haughtiness only lasted a brisk second-
-"My first Gathering," she breathed, to no cat in particular. She was awestruck. There were far more cats in the territories than she had realized, and they all seemed to make her look like a complete mouse.
Suddenly, abruptly, Sparrowpaw felt a weight of embarrassment lower onto her back: she was just an apprentice - and a small one at that. She had never experienced such a large crowd of cats, not even in the two raids she had participated.
The unease was practically pulverizing. What would the Clans think of her? Would they like her, or would they not? Would she build herself a good reputation, or...
She thrust the thoughts away, forcefully inclining her chin back up and taking a seat at the crowd's edge.