Yaaaawwwwwnnnnnnn

[pheonix]

The moon sat in the sky, full and complete. The Silverpelt was light up by this light, but not as much as with the sun. She, Barkfur, sat there, staring up into the darkness that yawned out before her. It was the night of the gathering, but she had not gone. Her dark brown fur was heavy on her thin frame, and her light yellow eyes sparkled, just like her many fallen comrades, sitting high in their dens in the Silverpelt.

[Kitty]

An old tom entered the camp, glancing around. He'd been sleeping in the bottom of the ravine, - after saying goodbye to the cats off to the Gathering, he'd just dozed off. The brown tabby made his way to the elder's den, he noticed Barkfur sitting outside.

"Waiting for the cats to come back from the Gathering?" Volepelt asked as he came closer. He settled on the ground next to her, wrapping his tail around his paws as he gazed at the stars, too. He wondered if he parents were up there, watching him. Although, after this many moons of them being in StarClan, he'd completely understand if they'd gotten bored and moved on to the other things Silverpelt had to offer. "Or just thinking?"

[pheonix]

Barkfur's neck, as sore as it was, swiveled slightly so that she could see Volepelt. She contemplated what he said, then shook her head in answer. "I'm just watching, that's all." She said with a sigh. "I can't help but remember staring at the Silverpelt when I was but a wee kit." Barkfur added quickly, tail swooshing from side to side as she sat beside Volepelt.

[Kitty]

Volepelt murmured agreement. "The good old days. Well, no, those musta started when I became a warrior. But bein' a kit was nice, too." He yawned. "I'm getting more and more forgetful these days," he admitted. "It's annoying." His tail, where it was wrapped around his front paws, flicked in annoyance, brushing his leg in the process. that tickled; he lifted his paw up and rubbed it across his face. "Anyways, being a kit was nice." He looked back up at Silverpelt. "I wonder what there is to do in StarClan?" he asked. This was something he wondered quite a bit, especially since he was gettin old. It wouldn't surprise him if he passed on in the next few moons.

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

Eagleclaw sat in the clearing as he watched the patrol of cats leave for the Gathering. Most of the small Clan was going, with only a few cats staying behind, him included. He missed going to the Gatherings but was slightly relieved he wouldn't have to walk the long way there. Glancing back toward the elders' den, he saw his two den mates, Barkfur and Volepelt, talking.

As Eagleclaw padded over to join them, he picked up on their conversation. "Every cat has probably wondered about it at one point or another." He said, reaching them. He blinked and thought of his own hopes for what StarClan would hold. "I'll bet there will be bounds of fresh-kill and it will be warm like Greenleaf all the time." Something to look forward to would make him a little less uneasy about death.

[pheonix]

"Yes... And the soreness that collects in your joints will disappear, and we will be able to run about like we once could." Barkfur agreed, her head coming down from high up in the Silverpelt. She nodded in greeting to Eagleclaw, another elder, and leaned back a bit. Being around other cats usually made her feel old and forgotten, but being around the elders made her forget these things.

"Do you think anything exciting will happen at the Gathering? It would have been nice to go, and stretch my legs for once." She purred, knowing all too well that they would hear all about the gathering when the other cats got back.

[Kitty]

"Well, the other Clans were sure to get a surprise when Ashstar told them about Shadestar," Volepelt purred. "And these aches going away? That would be a relief all in itself. Young cats don't know what pain is these days," he complained. He loved it, just chatting with denmates. Sure, the warriors were okay. Especially the senior ones. But the kits and apprentices were his favorites - he could tell them stories, after all. But there was something about sitting with other elders that made him feel like he belnged. "What I wouldn't give for another run through the forest or another hunt," he meowed longingly.