(I think maybe we should play the gathering out.)Finchstripe hauled herself to her paws and gave herself a brisk shake. Sunlight streamed through the warriors den. Her jaws parted in a large yawn. After a stretch or two, she trotted out from the warriors den. Feeling as cheerful as the sunshine, she bounded across the clearing to a cluster of warriors. "How did the gathering go?" She asked them, flicking an ear inquisitively.