Take a deep breath
After the turmoil with the fox and the conflict at ThunderClan's border, the next gathering was only a whisker away. These recent events have made Ghostwhisper nervous about what might happen on that island.
Black paws reached above his head as Ghostwhisper began to take down two of the lavender flowers always hanging in his den. Once on the ground, he began to carefully pick out the little petals and layed them on a small pile next to him. While the sun began it's slow walk to the ground, making it darker in his den with every moment, he slowly weaved the petals into his tail fur as he thought of the upcoming gathering. The movements done so often now that they came automatically to him.
Their first gathering after the war had already been tense. After the ambush on their camp where many cats had to lose their lives, it hadn't been easy to sit on the same island with the other Clans. Especially if they had had no idea who might have been responsible for the horrible attack.
But now with the ever growing tensions between them and ThunderClan coming up, they couldn't imagine this would be any more pleasing. Dawnstar would raise her voice about it the moment she had the chance for it. It was still a mystery to him how this misunderstanding could have happened. They would have never taken Berrybite as a cat to spread false rumors around that might just mean another war. Not when they had all been meeting up at every half moon, even in the middle of war. Even after a battle between their Clans they had always been at peace. Now though, he didn't knew what to think of her anymore. Ghostwhisper just hoped that he would be able to get a word with the she-cat. Maybe they could solve these tensions if he could convince her that it hadn't been WindClan to attack her and their deputy.
Petals neatly weaved into their tail, they turned with a sigh. The red eyes of Swanpaw watching them with anticipation. Ah right, they had insisted to go to the gathering together with Firepaw. He were still vehemently against it, but it wasn't his decision to make. So, he slowly walked over to their temporary nest in his den and began to take off the cobweb poultice off of their wounds for one last time. Making sure to lick their fur clean of the stains of herbs still clinging to the white hairs.
When everything was done, Ghostwhisper took a step back and inspected them again from head to paw before he asked one last time "And you are sure that you are ready to go?" A silent nod followed from the young apprentice, the only answer he would probably get out of them. "Well then, you can go now. Firepaw will surely already be waiting outside for you." At least if the excited tripping of paws behind the curtain of plants at his den entrance were anything to go by.
With a last bow of the head for a good bye, the small cat walked out of their den. Joining their sibling outside.
The medicine cats quickly cleaned the now abandoned nest for the next patient that might have to come in his den before they too left the den with a last deep breath. It was better to be prepared. There was no say that this gathering will end peacefully.