The crowd grew completely silent as if the clearing itslef was holding its breath. Then, as fast as it grew silent, the protests erupted from almost every cat. The other three leaders stared at Wildstar with gapping jaws. "It is true that only twice in clan history have joined one of our four clans," Wildstar started in a doubtful tone. "But those two individuals prooved themselves time and time again. I call an end to the discussion as ThunderClan, WindClan, and RiverClan are yet to report." The other three leaders reported many of the same things running along the line of "Life is good, prey runs well, and many kits have been apprenticed".

     Following the gathering, Jon Claude raced up beside the only cat that he could find that did not tower over him. He walked along the tree bridge with the tan tabby. "Hi!" he mewed. "I'm Jon Claude!" The tan cat looked at him and then turned back to face ahead of him. It was easy to tell he was slightly terrified of the churning water below. "Lionpaw," he said. Jon Claude pondered the strange name. "Lion...Paw? That's a strange name. Nothing like Jackson, Zabaco, and Squiggles..." Lionpaw chuckled, "Now those are strange names." He turned and saw the worry in Jon Claude's eyes."You're worried about your brother aren't you? Dont worry. Wildstar will prepare a search party at the next gathering in a moon." Jon Claude's face turned to sheer terror. "A whole moon?" Jon Claude practically shouted at Lionpaw. They walked in slightly awkward silence for a few minutes before Lionpaw prouldy pronounced as if the camp was his pride and joy, "Ah, here we are! The ThunderClan camp!" It was easy to telly why.