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The three clans seemed to descend on the gathering place all at once. A rare occurrence, Gingerfang's long memory told her, watching PrairieClan and MistClan flood the area through narrow eyes. RidgeClan being early, she understood. Mushroomstar was a ball of anxiety wrapped up in brown and white fur, of course he wanted to get here soon. But what had the other clans so anxious?

A glimpse of tortoiseshell fur caught her attention. Watching Cindersong lead her clan, Gingerfang suddenly remembered why everyone was so anxious this moon. She was Cinderstar now, and every cat at the gathering seemed curious to behold PrairieClan's new leader. Gingerfang didn't get why. Cinderstar was the same cat from the previous moon, now just with more lives. If these gawkers wanted to stare at the new PrairieClan leader in hopes that would give them more gossip about what happened to Littlestar, fine. She wouldn't be one of them.

Instead, Gingerfang padded over to where the elders tended to gather. Unsurprisingly, given her stronger bones and decision not to ogle Cinderstar, Gingerfang was one of the first. Only Curlycloud was here so far, her distinct fur pattern identifying her from many tree lengths away.

Privately, Gingerfang acknowledged it was strange to see her MistClan friend here without Feathercloud by her side.

I'll keep her warm, she promised, not out of any depth of fondness for Feathercloud (she'd been a nice enough cat), but simply out of loyalty for any elder in the forest. "G'evening," she grunted, settling down between Curlycloud and the wind to form a buffer. "S'cold night tonight, yeah? How you doing?"

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ooc: i'm assuming feathercloud's passing was mentioned in a previous moon but lemme know if it should be new info/a secret!