At Firestar's signal, the Clan bounded off. Rabbitpaw bounced along with them, the quicker pace almost disguising his bunny hops. Almost. Among his Clanmates, though, he didn't mind. Nearly every cat in LightningClan knew of his odd gait, and very few commented on it anymore. He was proving himself capable despite it, and that's what really mattered.
His strong hindlegs allowed him to keep pace with the older warriors, and the night air brushing his fur felt nice after the heat of the day. The moon hung full and bright overhead, and the sky was clear. StarClan willing, the peace would hold.
He hadn't been at the last Gathering, but he'd heard the stories. A small shiver ran down his spine, and he sent up a swift prayer that no foxes would terrorize them tonight.
It wasn't long before StarClan's Claws came into view, the spires of rock towering far above Rabbitpaw's head. His pawsteps slowed as he gazed upward in awe. A gentle nudge from behind had him startling back into pace, and his eyes dropped to the clearing in front of him.
'There are so many cats…'
The scents hit him a moment after, a hodgepodge of trees and water and marsh and mountain air, causing his nose to crinkle involuntarily at the onslaught. He moved off to the side as the LightningClan patrol melded with the crowd, caramel eyes scanning the cats spread out before the great rock.
He was here, standing on ground sacred to the Clans, gathered on a night of peace, but Rabbitpaw had one major concern.