A clan of fierce loyalty.
A clan of true bravery.
A clan unforgettable.
You walk slowly through the forest, ears swiveling at even the tiniest of sounds. Anything you missed could be the difference between life or death out in this wild place. Pawsteps behind you make you look over your shoulder only to see one of your clanmates, Olivestep. A quiet greeting is muttered between the two of you and then the hunting continues. A few hours later you return to camp with a couple of squirrels held firmly in your jaws. Something seems wrong though. Cats are muttering between themselves and glancing around nervously and fearfully. You quickly drop the squirrels in the freshkill pile, Olivestep doing the same, and then trot to one of the cats asking what happened. "Thrushstar lost a life." You inquired on what happened. Turns out a rogue had attacked the leader while she was out hunting earlier. The wounds had been so bad the she-cat died, losing one of her 9 lives. This left her with only 4 remaining. The young leader would have to be more careful now but you know that wasn't in her nature. You thanked your clanmate for the information then went to visit the medicine cat. He informed you of everything and told you Thrushstar would be fine. You thanked him and then returned to where everyone else was gathered, waiting to catch a glimpse of the revived leader.
