Clan Meeting #2

[Ebonstar]

The winter cold breezed through the frozen camp, and very little birdcall could be heard. The crunch of fresh snow under paws was prominent, marking the passage of cats, pawprints temporary messages carved in the snow. Even though it was nearly sunhigh, the air was frigid and even the thickest pelt could not prevent small shivers.

A black she-cat stood upon Stream Rock, her dark pelt fluffed up and slightly frosted in the cold breeze, and her yellow eyes flashed in the weak sunlight. She watched over her Clan, did Ebonstar, and she watched now, as RiverClan went about their lives. Her Clan was thinner than normal, their usually sleek looks bony, and their pelts seeming to hang off their bodies. This Leaf-bare was harsh, and her Clan was paying for it with their prey. The fresh-kill pile was empty, the depression where it usually was looking bare and unfinished.

As Ebonstar watched, her mind was whirring. What needed to be said? As she thought it over, the ideas clicked into place, leaving an organised meeting plan in her mind. Nodding to herself, she stepped to the forefront of the large rock, and with a loud yowl, called her Clan to her. 'Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join under Stream Rock for a Clan meeting!'

[Pr!ckle]

Pricklepaw emerged from the apprentice den with a half surprised, half annoyed little yip as her paws touched the snow that blanketed the clearing. " This is why I like Green Leaf" she muttered to herself, strangely irked by the snow as she padded across to the Stream Rock, fluffing up her pelt as she sat, ears pricked with curiosity.

[Sunmist/Tessa]

Sunmist padded into the camp, herbs and the likes dangling from his maw. There was a slew of sweet winter flavors of plants he had "pilfered" from some twoleg gardens. These plants were saved from frostbite and ice storms. Mostly he was looking for coltsfoot, of which he had a few good leaves of, chickweed and feverfew. Those three he was very lucky to find, and he knew.

He padded into the camp, a thin dusting of snow tickling his paws. A wind rustled his fur, his eyes turning to slits against the cold. He didn't hate leaf bare, but he liked new leaf and leaf fall much more than the cold harshness of Leaf Bare. Obviously, every cat feels the same way. None likes being cold, being hungry or having a higher risk of getting sick. Although, it was his job to make sure that didn't happen. So far, no one seemed to be ill. This was good. This gave him time to gather up herbs and supplies, just in case. He padded into his den, and placed the herbs neatly in their own respective places. He liked his den to be neat and orderly, because that would mean him running around looking for herbs when a cat is in serious trouble. He placed the herbs in their places and took a sniff around. It was bare... very bare. He didn't like the looks of it. "I'll just have to do what I can, I suppose..." he muttered to himself. The tom sighed, hanging his head in frustration. "Ah well..." he said with a luxurious, satisfying stretch.

He closed his eyes, breathing deep. Suddenly a strange feeling crept over him, like...like a dark mist covering his eyes and cotton filling his mind. It was like he was falling asleep where he stood. But, he knew better. Soon he found himself standing in a clearing, with no end in sight, shrouded in that same, dark mist. A familiar face stood before him, "Silverdusk?"
The she-cat gazed at him from behind the shadows, her gaze dark and pensive. 'They will come. A long-standing enemy of the clans, an old feud returned. Run!"

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join under Stream Rock for a Clan meeting!' Sunmist lifted his head, gasping. What in Starclan did that mean? His claws sheathed and unsheathed, leaving shallow scars in the earth, his heart thumping like a panicked hare. His brain mulled over what the message could mean. He would approach Ebonstar at the end of the clan meeting. He rasped over his chest fur and his back, smoothing the fur, and composed himself, walking into the open part of the camp, and sitting just to the side, so he could catch Ebonstar at the end of the meeting.
The omen has been sent.

[Hannibal]

Lightningsnap heard the customary call for a meeting. His mind was already reeling with thoughts. What could Ebonstar want? Was ThunderClan threatening to invade? Was prey so scarce that she needed to declare an emergency?

He walked out. The snow felt like powder on his paws, but it stuck to them. The contrast from the bright snow and the dark warriors' den made him have to blink a few times. He padded over to the center of the clearing.

[Nightstalker]

From far away Nightstalker heard her leaders call. She froze, fear stifining her muscles as she waited. Nothing, she was still safe, for now. Nightstalker bounded away, paws only skimming the ground as she flew towards the camp. She skidded into the camp. Her eyes were wild and all her fur was fluffes up, her lips were pulled back in a silent snarl and she was shaking like a leaf. Slowly Nightstalker sat down, her heart pounded in her chest. It was getting worse. The Clovers were closing in.

[Sunspirit]

The flesh of the scrawny squirrel was close to frozen. Pumahunt almost regretted eating the unlucky piece of prey. But he knew he needed the energy, and therefore ate. How he hated Leaf bare! The river was mostly frozen, reducing the amount of fish caught. The Maine Coon had never seen an early Leaf bare so harsh. But then again, this was only his second time living through one. His favorite spot to relax and nap by the reeds was gone. The actual plants themselves were withering and dying. The sun wasn't there any more to warm his pelt. And then there was the bestial snow. It lay innocently on the ground, covering all signs of life, and chilling anyone who stepped on it.

Ebonstar's voice rang in the tom's ears, calling for a Clan meeting. Pumahunt finished the last tiny bit of meat and licked his jaws for any more flavor or scraps that he missed. Shaking his long black and white coat to shake the snow off, even if it would just gather again, he then turned towards Stream Rock. Few cats had assembled so far, so he would have to wait a little. But it wasn't like waiting bothered Pumahunt. For he was a very patient feline. He used his plume-like tail to wipe the snow of the ground where he wished to sit. Then he took care to only sit within the borders of that spot. He settled in, and the not very long waiting began.

[Ebonstar]

It was snow in her ears that woke Shadowsfire from her mid-afternoon nap, and she sat up, glancing around at the empty den. Cleaning herself quickly, she got out of her already cold nest and pushed her way out into the weak sunshine. Looking around, the she-cat realised two things. One, a Clan meeting was about to begin, if not had already begun, and two, Sunmist, the new Medicine Cat, had a haunted look on her face, the one that Skyfeather, the last healer, only got after she had recieved a sign from Starclen. A bad sign. She padded out to join the group, noting that some cats were still to arrive, and seating herself next to Lightningsnap with a nod of greeting. Shadowsfire realised the cats were still waiting for the leader to begin, and looked up at Ebonstar, wondering when she was going to start, and what the meeting would be about.

[{darkles}]

From the moment one bleary eye opened in the elders den, the frail cat could feel the bitter cold creeping ever further to invade his warmth and comfort. So far the temperature of the den had remained cosily snug but this morning there was a slight chill in the air that told One-eye he would need some extra bedding. As it was he had not left his bed since the sunrise before, deliberately making it impossible for any of those ridiculous excuses for apprentices to try changing his bedding. With a dry snarl he realised it would have to happen one time. Just when he got his nest exactly as he liked it, reeking of his scent so no other cat would dare to use it, and then they came and changed it, replacing the softly worn reeds with fresher spiky ones that jabbed him uncomfortably whilst he slept. Recently there had been less reeds and more dried grass and bracken. One-eye knew why. The extreme cold of this leaf-bare was killing off the plantlife. Even the tough sturdy reeds were dwindling in number, and this was a bad sign for any cat. His tattered old ears pricked suddenly, the single amber eye adjusting in the gloom to focus on the entrance to his den, for he did not share it with any cat. Ebonstar was calling a meeting.

'What in StarClans name is so important she has to drag us all out into the cold.? My pelt'll freeze clean off!' he growled irritably. He knew in the back of his mind that he should be more respectful when speaking of his Clan leader, but this was One-eye. Praise was hard to come by when talking to this withered feline, criticisms were more likely to spew from his mouth, and often they did with no regard for whom they were aimed at. He supposed he would have to attend, but that didn't mean he had to be on time. What was the phrase? - Ah, that was it 'fashionably late'. Huffing and puffing the black and white tom heaved himself to unsteady paws, looking oddly like a well over-grown newborn learning to walk. He padded the short distance to the entrance and stopped short. The snow had almost doubled in height since he'd last set foot out of the den. With another ill-mannered grumble he began to cautiously tread outside, feeling with disgust how his white paws sank into the powder. Of course it wasn't a heavy snowfall, but everything was a source of great exaggeration and misery to One-eye. He reached the middle of the clearing and, finding nowhere decently dry to lie down, he snapped at the smallest cat present, his barbed tongue taking another victim.

'You there!' he growled at Pricklepaw, 'Cant you see I need to sit down? Fetch me some dry reeds before my paws fall off, useless lump of fur!' The ferocity in his eyes was not to be argued with but by the bravest warrior, like the old cat himself had once been. And perhaps that was the very reason for his foul temper, that he could no longer look after himself as he used to. He took a few more unsteady pawsteps across to young Pricklepaw with his ears back and his tail low. He stumbled once as he walked but managed to right himself and carried on as though the incident hadn't happened.

'Did you not hear what I just said?' he whispered, in deadly tones. The tom would never hurt another RiverClan cat, not on all the souls of StarClan, but for all his looks and attitude it was no surprise most cats avoided him. He had paid barely any attention to Ebonstar on the Stream rock, and none to his fellow Clanmates as they sat waiting for her announcements. They wouldn't notice an old burr in their pelts such as him, so why should he take any notice of them?

[Decimah]

The dark apprentice stalked from the den, each paw being given a savage shake when it was lifted from the snow. A rather useless cycle but the Medicine cat apprentice hated the cold. His thin, sleek coat left no room for warmth, and his paws were nearly always freezing as soon as Leaf-bare settled in.

He shook his head, and settled on the outskirts of the rest, if and when Sunmist approached, the tom would practically glue himself to the toms's side. Maybe all that fur would give him some warmth as well.

Sunmist was really the only cat at the moment that the prickly little apprentice could stand. He admired the fluffy tom for his dedication to his work, and simply the fact of the trade the cat had invested his life in. Not to say that the apprentice hudled against every cat other than Sumist, he just really didn't take to conversation well

[Pr!ckle]

Pricklepaw let out a startled, comical yip when she heard an irritated growl from behind her. "Yessir, One-eye!" she meowed, her eyes widening as she stood and bounded off into the reeds, pausing only to shake the snow off her paws.

[Leopardstar]

Mistydream bounced into the camp from her early hunting spree, still bursting with excitement. A limp fish dangled from her jaws as she crossed the clearing before the waiting cats and dropped her prize on the freash kill pile. The smell of thefish tempted her but leafbare was going to be hard and so she decided to take her food when the others did.
Turning back to the others she searched for a spot amongst the gathered cats. Trying not to stand on anyones tail she hurried over and sat next to Shadowsfire, flicking her ears in a silent greeting.

[Ebonstar]

Watching One-Eye bullying Pricklepaw into getting him some reeds to sit on, Ebonstar smiled slightly, hoping she would have the sort of reputation he did when she was old and grey. Looking over the assembled cats, she decided that, despite the absence of some cats, she would begin, so the present felines could get out of the snow quicker.

'I know it's cold, but I'll try to make this quick. Otterpaw, come forward. You have chosen to walk the path of the Medicine Cat, is this true?' At the apprentice's nod, the she-cat looked at the current Medicine Cat. 'Sunmist will train you in all you need to know, and will take you to the moonstone to be acknowledged by StarClan.'

Looking to the other apprentice in her Clan, Ebonstar beckoned her forward with her tail. 'With the tragic passing of your mentor, I need to assign you a replacement for the last few moons of your training.' She glanced over the faces of the present cats, looking for some reaction, before stopping her roaming gaze on one cat. 'Pumahunt, it is long past the time for you to recieve an apprentice. You will guide Pricklepaw through the next moons of her training. RiverClan honours your skills, and I hpe you will teach her well.'


[I've tried to hurry this along, so post refering to either point.]

[Sunmist/Tessa]

Sunmist nodded once, looking over the small puddle of cats. He knew Otterpaw well. In fact the apprentice had shown much interest in being a medicine cat since he was a kit, and Sunmist had had his eyes on the apprentice for quite some time. He had expressed this to Ebonstar before they decided he was to become a medicine cat apprentice. He tried not to let his pride and excitement show too much. Unlike warriors, medicine cats only got one apprentice. And he planned on making the best on him. Sunmist rose stiffly, snow sticking in clumps to his legs. His ears flattened as he shook them off, and tracked through the snow to greet his new apprentice.
"I shall take Otterpaw to the moonstone next halfmoon, and once he greets starclan we will be able to begin our training." He added jovially, offering a small, knowing smile to the young apprentice. He noticed then how cold he was, and the fluffy cat shuffled next to him, adding some of his warmth to his ice-apprentice.

He then looked back to Ebonstar whilst she continued her announcements. His joviality faded as she addressed Pricklepaw. Her mentor had passed on, which was always hard for any apprentice. Even a medicine cat. More so, really. Because when a medicine cat apprentice becomes a medicine cat, if the previous medicine cat is still alive that is, they still work with their mentor. When a mentor dies it just shatters an apprentice's world. Sunmist was devastated. He shook his ears. Pumahunt would be a great mentor for Pricklepaw, he reflected. And training will help get the apprentice's mind off of her mentors passing. Perhaps, he thought, training would get some other cats mind off of distressing things. He cast a quick glance over to Nightstalker, who had entered rather nervously. Apparently the gloxinia leaves weren't as fear inspiring to the clovers as he once thought.He would talk to Ebonstar. He would talk to Ebonstar about many things.

//After the meeting, of course //

He turned to Otterpaw, "I need to speak with Ebonstar for a moment. I will meet you back at the medicine cats den, okay? Why don't you go congratulate Pricklepaw..." and padded toward the River Clan leader.
"Ebonstar," he called up to her, his voice deep with concern " Can we have a word, please?" his eyes flashed as they gazed intensely at the she-cat leader. He remembered exactly what had happened in his vision, and she needed to know.

[Decimah]

Otterpaw turned, eyes widened ever so slightly. He was surprised actually, thinking perhaps that Sunmist would wait until a new litter of kits were born, after all Otterpaw was a little old wasn't he? Seriously? Ebonstar wasn't playing a joke on him? The startled look still hadn't left his eyes when Sunmist approached him. Moonstone... He was going to Moonstone? with Sunmist.. to meet Starclan?!

It seemed to sink in at the moment, he heard that soon his training would begin, soon he would be a true Medicine cat apprentice. It was happening, it was really happening. It was all he could do not to twirl in circles right there, in the middle of the clearing in front of a majority of his clan, but he managed to suppress the urge and maintain his usual Otterpaw manner.

(( After the meeting ))

Otterpaw had settled, and forced himself to pay attention to the rest of Ebonstar's announcements. Not of course, that they weren't interesting to him, he just had a lot on his mind. He'd focus on Sunmist, his mentor! he wanted to give an un-Otterpaw like wiggle just thinking about it, but he nodded, still somewhat wide eyed. "Okay Sunmist" he'd mew, though he'd glance back as him as he turned to congradulate Pricklepaw.

"Pricklepaw" he'd call quietly, padding over to his fellow apprentice. paws were shifted uncomfortably as he reached her "Congrats. and good luck with your training." He wasn't sure if that was the right sentiment, because she had already lost a mentor, and was starting again.. but the sentiment counted right? "I'm sure you'll do well".

[Sunspirit]

It was fantastic news for Pumahunt that Sunmist had a new apprentice. But what really amazed him was Ebonstar's next announcement. Pumahunt, it is long past the time for you to recieve an apprentice. You will guide Pricklepaw through the next moons of her training. RiverClan honours your skills, and I hope you will teach her well. He froze suddenly, and it wasn't because of the weather. He would be Pricklepaw's mentor! He suddenly sprang up and practically bounced over to the older apprentice. He met her eyes and touched noses with her before settling down next to the smaller cat. Then he looked back up at Ebonstar and replied with great dignity. "I will do my best to teach her," the black and white tom promised. Already, he could see himself teaching her the ways of the warriors. She knew the basics already, so he could go straight into the more in-depth stuff. He was planning it all in his head, and he could just see himself watching and teaching patiently. Just like any father would. And that was his goal; to treat Pricklepaw like kin and push her to be all she could be. He turned his warm honey-amber eyes to her and gave her a cat-smile. Happiness just fluttered inside him.

[Jayflight]

The deputy seemed to be one of the few cats that seemed healthy enough to fight well, yet even his pace was uneven. He flashed a quick smile at everyone there, cheerful although cold. Dappled tom fluffed his fur up, gazing intently at Ebonstar upon her rock. He listened just as intently as he sat near the rock and upon hearing Pricklepaw and Otterpaw's names, Spottedfur gazed happily at them and grinned. Their medicine cat problem was solved entirely! He bounded over as the others began to disperse, he went over to the apprentice. "Pumahunt is a very fine mentor, I believe. Congrats, the both of you." Dipping his head after a moment, he bounded over by Otterpaw and flicked the other tom's shoulder with a gentle tail-tip. "Congrats, Otterpaw. I'm sure you'd least expect a deputy to be saying this, but I'm very glad your choosing this path. It's for the good of both you and your clan, and I'm proud of you, even though I have little right to be." He flicked an ear at the cat nearing Ebonstar's den, smiling at Otterpaw, lightly flicking him again, and racing to a few cats. "Lightningsnap, would you like to come on a hunting patrol?" And his eyes searched out Pumahunt. He bounded over right away, tail high. "Pumahunt, if you'd like, you could take Pricklepaw with me; and maybe Lightningsnap; for a hunting patrol."

[Ebonstar]

Nodding regally, Ebonstar motioned Sunmist up to her den, saying 'Of course. Come to my den, hopefully it will be a bit warmer there.'

[sorry sorry, mums yellin' at me to get off ]

[Hannibal]

Lightningsnap was in the middle of his own thoughts of invading ThunderClan. This might secure RiverClan administration of the dreaded Sunningrocks border. Just then, he heard Spottedfur, the Clan deputy, call out his name. Spottedfur was asking for a patrol.

"Of course," Lightningsnap meowed. It was not every day that the Clan deputy asked anyone, let alone him, for a patrol. At least this would give Lightningsnap a chance to discuss battle tactics.

[{darkles}]

Ruddy apprentices. Had they no brains left?

Probably not, decided the older tom as he settled himself awkwardly in the snow with a look of deep disgust plastered all over his furry features. Pricklepaw had scurried off somewhere to fetch him some dry reeds to sit on whilst he listened to the announcements from his Clan leader Ebonstar. Unfortunately for the poor young cat she hadn't made it back in time, and the elder had chosen the driest seat possible amid the snow-clad ground. His low grumbling voice could be heard in the background through the entire meeting. Something about 'lack of sense', 'incompetence' and 'general laziness'. Wrapping his black tail around his frail white paws, One-eye finally looked up from his mutterings to find that the meeting wasn't really anything of interest at all. The useless apprentice was getting a new mentor and the medicine cat was receiving his first apprentice.

He turned his scarred face to regard the chocolate coloured tom, scrutinising every inch of the younger felines anatomy. Scruffy mongrel, thought the black cat. He was slightly older than most medicine cat apprentices, but it was not unheard of for some apprentices to start training as warriors either until the medicine cat position became available, or until they realised they couldn't cope with being a warrior. He continued to squint at the tom as he greeted Pricklepaw. Even the vision in his one good eye was beginning to blur around the edges, making it difficult to see very far unless he squinted. Not that it mattered, he never left camp most days.

'Couldn't you have told cats individually rather than gathering us all out in the cold!' He snapped in the direction of Ebonstar, flicking his head around in a change of heart. Surprisingly he couldn't find fault with the medicine cat's apprentice, so he chose to pick on some other cat instead. 'I could have stayed in my dry nest!' He huffed, picking his soggy rump from off the floor and tottering unsteadily back towards his den. The unsociable creature never relished the idea of spending time with his Clanmates, and if there was to be no more speaking from his leader he decided he would try to salvage his nest before the incompetent apprentice tried to change his bedding. As for Otterpaw, well, he would just wait and watch. Not a cat in RiverClan could evade the savage eye of the Clans only elder and it was only a matter of time before the apprentice made some mistake. Then One-eye could add his name to the long list of cats whom in his opinion could not tell one end of a fish from the other.

[Sunspirit]

The Maine Coon thanked everyone who congratulated them graciously. The last time he had so much attention was at his warrior ceremony. Just as he had stood up, Spottedfur returned. He offered a spot with his new apprentice on the next patrol. He glanced over at the young she-cat and returned his steady amber gaze to the Deputy. "Of course we'll come," he replied enthusiastically. This was his chance to see what Pricklepaw had learned so far in her training. It was also his first time in a while that he was on patrol with the RiverClan Deputy. He waited for Spottedfur to lead them, his plume-like tail waving with pleasure.

[Sunmist/Tessa]

Sunmist returned his leaders nod, his ears flicking back as the others around him started chattering excitedly. He noticed Spottedfur's voice, and One-Eye's ever present whining and complaining. He shook his head. Poor apprentices... they ran after the old badger night and day, with not so much as a thank-you. One-Eye was becoming a bit growl-ish in his old age. Sunmist had seen it happen in many a good cat. Usually because they were bored. One-Eye was the only elder, although, Sunmist reflected somberly, there will be few who will join him in that den soon. There were older warriors. And there is always the off (Sunmist sent a silent prayer to Starclan that it was a very, very off) chance that a cat could be injured beyond repair or suffer some kind of pre-mature loss of senses; sight, smell, hearing... things like that. He followed Ebonstar into her den, waiting until she disappeared into it. Before he entered, he looked about for his new apprentice, Otterpaw. And, sure enough, he had done as Sunmist instructed and the medicine cat smiled warmly to himself.

Indeed, the den was quite warm. He shook a bit to rid himself of the snow that had clung to his fur, grooming out a few snow-matted places. That was the thing with having so much fur, was that he had to constantly groom himself. However, the warmth was a well received blessing, and he took it without complaint. My den will be nice and cozy since Otterpaw will be sleeping in it as well, he thought distractedly.

He lifted his head slowly, and paused from his impromptu grooming, gazing solemnly at his leader.
"I have had a message from Starclan," he began suddenly. Apparently Sunmist was a straight to the point kind of cat. As if to dash any hope or optimism Ebonstar may have had, he added, "It is not good news."

[Decimah]

Otterpaw stood stunned a moment as Spottedpelt talked to him, then managed to stutter out a series of thankyou's as the tom dashed away. Deputies were busy. Otterpaw hoped he'd be busy, for a long long time.

Pelt prickled as if someone were watching him. He glanced around, only to see irritable One-eye stalking back toward his den. Otterpaw blinked, a bit puzzled. He knew the tom nit picked on everyone, but had Otterpaw really done something to upset him? The thought appaled him. he maintained control over himself at all times. Imperfection was...well imperfect. He had to be as close to perfect as was possible. He wondered why he'd been the topic of the elder's scrutiny, but managed to shurg it off.

With a last congradulations to Pricklepaw, he left the clearing. trotting toward the medicine cat den. Otterpaw had been inside before of course, for the usual kit-hood injuries and an occasional training strain. Otterpaw had never really been one for fighting, as usually always ended up pinned. If it wasn't obvious, he was suited for a life of healing, and now was finally going to live it. After glancing back, to make sure he was out of sight he spun quickly in circles, until he sunk to the ground, dizzy. There. Excitment used. He sat, stiffly almost, unsure of what he should do without Sunmist here.

[Ebonstar]

Ebonstar nodded, mind working. StarClan was obviously worried if one could tell straight away that it was bad. 'Please, tell me.' She settled into her nest, shaking snow out of her pelt, and fluffed out her fur to give added warmth. How she envied cats like Sunmist during the months of Leafbare!

[Sunmist/Tessa]

Sunmist waited respectfully until Ebonstar was in her nest. She fluffed herself out. Sunmist didn't. There was no point in fluffing himself out. He was fluffy enough. It was a real pain in Green Leaf, when the sun shone almost constantly on the clan and the camp and the surrounding forest. However, the sleek tom reflected, at least there was the river. There was always the river. There will always be the river. The hooded medicine cat closed his eyes and forced himself to think. Starclan's words sat in his mind like a rock, his ears turning backward as the vision of Silverdusk faded into the back of his vision. Why didn't she make things clearer? If starclan wanted to help, why put everything in such rhymes! Surely they can speak normally? Sunmist doubted starclan sat around telling riddles to each-other for all eternity. He tried not to make his annoyance too clear as the young tom mulled over the words for another short moment, letting Ebonstar situated herself in her den.

"Please, tell me" the she-cat had said. Sunmist nodded once and finally sat himself, his bushy tail curling around his front paws, his eyes closed as he began.
"It was just before the meeting. I have not a word from starclan for a good few moons," he looked up, his eyes narrowed. "Usually, no news is good news." Sunmist lived by that rule. If starclan had nothing to say, normally, it was a good sign. Usually it was bad news, this basis was created upon years of experience and stories from previous Medicine cats, and when there was good news... well, point was, Sunmist had no good news. "But I was standing in my den, putting away some herbs, and closed my eyes for a moment, and when they opened, I was in front of Silverdusk," he paused again, as much to gather his thoughts as out of respect for his late mentor, " she said to me 'They will come. A long-standing enemy of the clans, an old feud returned. Run!' "
Sunmist gazed at his leader, his eyes narrowed with as much wonder for what it was she would think of it as what her reaction might be.

[Jayflight]

The tom nodded, dappled tail waving for those to come who had agreed, and the Riverclan deputy padded towards the camp entrance. Eyes sparkling as always, he glanced towards Ebonstar's den and grew uneasy. Shaking the feeling off, however, the neverending music played again and he was back to being the happy, determined, brave deputy.

OOC: We should take this elsewhere now