ShadowClan
Hollowsong sneaked in, hidden in the shadows. The last Gathering she had attended was a disappointment; yes she had gotten into an fight but it had been short and unsatisfying. Settling herself on a patch of dried up grass, she kept an eye on the entrance, waiting for a worthy-looking opponent to arrive.
ThunderClan
Briarclaw padded in, feeling rather calm. It wasn't her first Gathering and she felt good knowing she wasn't completely inexperienced. She scrunched up her nose though, as soon as she smelled the scent of RiverClan and ShadowClan. The stench of wet pelt and Carrionplace were not the best after all. She sped up, hoping to find an uninhabited corner [/i]far[i] away from the smells.
RiverClan
Larkwing had already settled herself down. She was patiently awaiting the events that would occur. Hopefully, no fights would break out. Last time, a bunch of wily cats had started a spat and had to be seperated by higher-ups. However, her gaze landed on a cat hiding in the shadows and her heart sank. It was the same cat at the last Gathering. She sighed.
WindClan
Seabreeze looked around nonchalantly. Everywhere around her, new cats were coming in. She had been observing to see if she could find the loner that had fought with her last time. Ah, if only they would leave her alone...Seabreeze tossed her head, sending her bangs into her eyes. She shook her head again. Perhaps this time, she would be able to sleep in peace.