Thunderclan
Shadepelt:
I pad over to Foxstar, and settle down beside her. "You said we'll leave at moonhigh." I murmur, recalling, and watching anxiously towards the eastern horizon. The full moon has barely begun it's ascent, still mostly obscured by the mountains. "The other clans will all be well on their way by now, don't you think?" I ask, only because I feel like waiting until moonhigh will be waiting too long. If we miss our mark, it could be the difference between success and failure. From what Foxstar has said, and from the tense way she's sitting here, I can bet she's as concerned about our appearance tonight, as any of us. I just hope that everything goes as planned.