"Hold still!"

"I am holding still! Still as I can!"

Littlepaw rolled around as the stinging wound burned like fire.

"Hold still or this'll never be done and you won't go to the Gathering!"

Littlepaw snapped straight.

"Finally," the medicine cat sighed wearily.

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Littlepaw bounded to the Gathering.

"Wow! So many cats!" he breathed.

Mistpaw nodded casually. 

"Let the Gathering begin!" boomed a deep voice.

"ThunderClan is doing well, and we have three new apprentices. Mistpaw, and Leafpaw, and  Littlepaw," Shimmerstar glared at the apprentices.

Everyone else glared at the three apprentices, and anger fluttered in Littlepaw's heart.

"ShadowClan is doing well," the silver she-cat stepped up, "We have a new apprentice, Joltpaw."

"Joltpaw! Joltpaw!"

Littlepaw yowled along with his sisters.

"RiverClan is doing great, and fish is plentiful," declared a gray she-cat.

"WindClan is doing fine, and rabbits are plentiful," boomed a white tom.

"SkyClan is doing good, lots of squirrels and birds," reported a golden-brown she-cat.

"This gathering is at an end." the ThunderClan leader announced.

The leaders jumped off the Great Oak, gathering their Clans. Littlepaw bounded away from the Gathering. Just because my parents were bloodthirsty and vengeful doesn't mean I am!