The leaf-bare wind howled like wolves, drowning out all noises around. The only audible noise was the endless sound of frost cracking against the wind. In the middle of a clearing, a white and silver tabby she-cat sat, her back to the moor, her face toward the forest. More cats were soon to join her. The cats' pelt glowed white in the moonlight, and her eyes looked like bottomless blue pools.
Silvergaze was waiting at the border between Windclan and Thunderclan. Tonight, was the night of the half moon, therefor the meeting of medicine cats at Highstones. Though Silvergaze always looked forward to the sacred meetings, but she'd wished that the half moon would've chosen another night. The weather was bitter cold, and the wind could knock any cat off of their feet. Silvergaze turned her thoughts back to the meeting. The medicine cat hoped all of the cats would show up. Windclan hadn't shown up for the gathering, so Feathertail might not show up. She had no doubt that Tigercloud would show up, unless Thunderclan was holding him back for something. Nightpool might show up, but Silvergaze had her doubts. The Shadowclan medicine cat just prayed to Starclan that she didn't have to make the trek to Highstones alone. Being together was better than being alone.
