The morning of the gathering was quite and calm. No prey really stirred about, knowing that their hunters would be out today. It had been storming for days and this had been the day that it had stopped. The moon, which was high in the sky, was almost invisible to Deadlegs eyes. "Frogstar! Today is the gathering!" The deputy exaimined the sky then stared up at his victorios leader Solarstar. "Yes.. I have notified my self of that." The leaders deep and harsh voice could of been heard anywhere in the camp. His shaggy orange scarred up pelt was blazing like a flame in the sky.