Mallowswarm
A gathering. When was the last time ThunderClan had been to a gathering? Four, five moons ago? It had been just after she got her warrior name, so it must have been. Before the otters. Before the rank changes. It seemed even longer ago than it was.
Spiderthroat had received a life. How had he gotten one if the Starcave was down? Had StarClan come to him, appeared in his den like Dragonflycliff had in the clearing? Mallowswarm frowned, but she didn't dwell on that question for too long as Spiderthroat- no, star- continued to speak. The life had been given to him by Jaystride; she didn't know who he was, but it was clear he had been an influential member of the clan at some point in time. Maybe he had been a deputy, or medicine cat, or Hornet.
It was strange how young she suddenly felt, hearing mentions of cats and events before her time. She may have lived for almost two season-cycles now, but that was nothing compared to cats like Spiderthroat. It was a similar feeling to the one she got when she it was her first time doing a specific type of patrol- the realisation that she had very little experience. Mallowswarm pushed the thoughts away as she made her way over to the crowd preparing to leave.