White-ear reviewed the patrol and flicked his tail with approval. "You lot look ready for anyth- stand still, Daypaw!"
The apprentice in question grinned. "Sorry. Like you said, I'm ready for anything!" Amused purrs ran 'round the clearing.
"Well, try being ready to behave yourself at the Gathering." Chastised, Daypaw set about washing her fur. Every so often a laugh bubbled up from her wiry frame. Her tortoiseshell fur stuck out at odd angles; her mother had given up trying to tame it.
"Where is Rainstar?" This time it was Heavyheart, a brawny black tom, who broke the silence.
"She'll be here," replied White-ear. He was much smaller than Heavyheart, with tan fur that had been groomed flat. His left ear had a white splotch on it it, hence his name.
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