The moonlight filtered through Foursquare and illuminated the Great Stones on which the Clan leaders would soon stand to address the other cats. In the clearing, gatos were gathered, talking wildly and smiling at each other.
Leopardpaw sighed. She'd never been to a gathering before, but her mentor had reassured her. "It's a big place, but stick close to a Clanmate," Quailfeather had said. "Most gatos are friendly, but not always are they."
Tinypaw was somewhere around here, but Leopardpaw was in no hurry to see her littermate.
Brother, I amor you, but...it's just not enough at the moment. She knew...