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Ah, the gathering. A night of truce for the Clans to gather and bond and catch up with each other. These gatherings usually had the ginger-and-black tom, whom was entering, upbeat and excited, but this time he felt tired and stressed, and he really didn't want to come. He has been busy training his apprentice, Blackberrypaw, and worrying about the dog situation so much that he hadn't had much time for sleep. Letting out a tired huff, Gingerthroat entered the gathering and weaved around the throngs of cats. He certainly wasn't in the best of moods; he just felt like shredding something. The warrior wasn't paying much attention to where he was going, so when he ran into a smaller forme, he growled softly and snapped, "Hey! W-w-watch it!" however, when he glanced up , and all signs of hostility evaporated when he realized who happened to be standing there. A wide smile spread over Gingerthroat's maw at the sight of the cocoa-coloured molly. "O-oh! H-h-hi, Cocoa-h-heart! S-sorry for sn-sna-apping l-like that, I haven't b-been in the best of m-m-moods. Y-you know, with the d-dog situation going on." he sat back on his haunches, he tail waving happily. He tilted his head at her. "O-o-oh, s-silly me, where's my m-manners? How a-are you doing lately? I ha- haven't seen you around c-camp much... Well, m-maybe it's b-be-because I have been sl-sleeping too much," he said this last part jokingly, a purr rumbling through his chest. He was just happy to be talking to his friend again. Even though they shared the same Clan, it had seemed like they hadn't been around each other in a long, long time.

@Fuzzyfeline