- Fernstar
"I know, my mother used to tell me a nursery tale that it is remaining evidence of a great battle that went on in this very clearing. More like a war, she used to say. She never told me who was fighting though." The leader mewed before flicking her tail. "We better keep moving. Try and remember where we go and the routes we take. You wouldn't want to get lost, would you?"
Threeleg
Threeleg took the leaves from Goldenpaw. "Gullstep, please eat these." He pushed two leaves towards her. "You can't panic too much or you'll scare the other kits." He mewed before continuing to lick Applekit, hoping she would warm up.
Juniperfrost
"That is if Fernstar allows you to keep training. She may even postpone your warrior ceremony. You know she can be harsh with punishments sometimes." Juniperfrost meowed before hanging her head low. "Applekit is in the paws of StarClan now, she grew cold only a few moments ago, but Threeleg is trying to save her. I think it will be in vain though. Her fate will be decided in due time, and I am sure we will be notified, but that reminds me. I have something to tell you." The queen smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
Sparrowpaw
Sparrowpaw flattened his ears slightly. "If this continues then Fernstar may have to speak to Puddlestar before the next gathering." He mewed before adding. "Or Threeleg may speak to Eveningleaf about it. The half moon is only in a few days isn't it?" He sighed, glancing out the den at the nursery. A chill ran down his spine as a thought sparked in his mind. Had StarClan abandoned the Clans?
Aquilo
Aquilo smiled at the ginger tabby. "Don't be upset if they reject you, they are in a tough situation at the moment. If you want a better chance at being accepted, I would give them a few days. Oh, and don't just walk into their camp, wait until you are found by a cat. But the more obvious, the better." He advised, waving his tail in a friendly manner.
Whiterain
Whiterain looked back again to see a small ginger tabby talking with the same queen. The ginger fae looked injured, and scented strongly of WillowClan. "Where have you been, young one?" He murmured in a voice so low, even Rosedust would have trouble hearing.
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