The chilly air brushed past Foxfeather's fur. There was some movement in the air that seemed rather cold tonight. Foxfeather wondered if this was Leaf-bare's last laugh. She found the thought both extremely amusing and extremely not. Though, in full honesty, she didn't mind all that much. There were much more important things to mind than a little cold. Foxfeather found it best to simply laugh in the face of such hardships. Though, she would never give her clan the impression that she would lead with such levity. So, she suppressed such humor and kept an expression of cool confidence with the slightest of smiles. It was always important to present a strong front, especially on these nights. Not only to her clan, but to their rival clans. Don't show a hint of weakness, or they'll ah.... Go for the throat. Foxfeather was not fond of that outcome, so stay strong she did.

She led Fireclan into the shared clearing, signaling with her tail that they were free to disperse and sit where they wanted. Though, she imagined they'd all sit together. Hah.... They'd be sitting next to their enemies on this night, and there was nothing protecting them from a few well placed slashes to the throat. She leisurely made her way over to the oak tree, and made quick time in taking her seat on the branch... For a Fireclanner. Foxfeather had not much experience climbing trees, as her home consisted of little else than dead grass. Though, she was never one to shy away from ill-learned experiences. She cast a glance to Sirensea. She flashed a toothy grin, almost just to see how the Rockclan leader would react. 

Other than that.... All that was left was to await the other leaders. Then.... The Gathering would begin.

It didn't take too long before the remaining two leaders joined Foxfeather and Sirensea, bringing their respective clans along with them. Lionfur made his friendly greeting loud, as he took a seat next to Sirensea, far from Foxfeather. He respectfully greeted the female leaders, and Foxfeather flashed a grin at him as well. "Lionfur. Glad to see you could make it." As Ferndrop joined, she seemingly decided to squash herself in between Lionfur and herself. Foxfeather seemed amused, flicking an ear as Ferndrop settled in. She seemed grumpier than the other leaders by comparison, thus far. In contrast to Lionfur, she sounded rather passive. "Ferndrop." Was all Foxfeather had to say in return. 

When she looked, Foxfeather saw just in time to see Sirensea returning a smile. Well, what barely counted as a smile. Hm. A more boring reaction that she'd hoped. Oh well. The gathering wasn't happening to have fun. It was simply tradition, and they gathered because it was what clans did. They gathered every moon without fail.... More or less. Sirensea took the initiative, and began speaking of the news her clan had to offer. It sounded painfully predictable. Rockclan had strong numbers, and were going strong. It'd be rather foolish for a leader to divulge a clan's weakness to their rivals, after all. Once Sirensea finished, Foxfeather offered a shrug before she began.

"Fireclan is doing well. Prey is running, and we do not want for herbs. We will be strict if we find any greedy paws edging towards our borders, so fair warning to anyone thinking too boldly." She didn't see a need to mention Fireclan's kits. After all, they would notice if she mentioned a kit at this gathering, and didn't mention an apprenticeship roughly six moons from now. She had to be sure the kits would survive before she announced them. After all, mysteriously disappearing kits usually meant they had to kill them to cut down on mouths to feed. Then she smiled and cast her gaze towards Lionfur and Ferndrop, to see which one would go first, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.