☀flameclan┊a tail of fire and ice┊not accepting┊started

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⇀ Crowpaw
⇀ Tom
⇀ 10 moons
⇀ Apprentice
⇀ Tagged; {Heatherstar} Open

XXDarkness still covered the camp when Crowpaw awoke and left his den. He had gone to sleep at sunset the previous day after vigorous training that afternoon, therefore he had woken early and discovered that he couldn't go back to sleep. He suspected, though, that there was some reason he woke up with his nest scattered about around him and perhaps that was why he could not sleep anymore. It was a good thing that he hadn't kicked anyone while having a nightmare; he'd kicked Stagpaw before, and he wasn't sure if the brown tom had quite forgiven him for it. Nevertheless, he was awake before anyone else, as far as he knew. So, with nothing to do, he spent a short while grooming, and then left the den so that he didn't wake his denmates. He then paced about the camp, venturing into the forest for a short way, but then returning when he remembered that apprentices shouldn't go out without a warrior accompanying. His restlessness surprised him, so he reverted to his spot near the gnarled tree where Heatherstar conducted clan meetings. After a moment of daring, where he hopped up onto the fallen tree and sharpened his claws, he settled onto a tuft of soft moss on the ground and collapsed onto his side. He kept his yellow-brown eyes slitted, though he did not fall asleep.

The sleek black and white apprentice waited, head resting on his foreleg, for the sun to come up. Crowpaw stayed there, even when others started waking and going about their business. The sun was peeking up through the towering pine trees of FlameClan territory, just beginning to warm the chilled air, when Heatherstar emerged from her den. At her appearance, Crowpaw lifted his head. He had always thought the leader graceful, though he supposed that everyone thought that of the leader of their clan. The apprentice stole a glance at Jaywind, whom he noticed Heatherstar watching for a brief moment before looking away again. Perhaps not everyone felt the same as he did.

Crowpaw watched as Heatherstar began her walk to the High Tree. His dull yellow-brown eyes followed her, sparkling with interest. He knew that she was going to call a clan meeting, and he wanted to hear what she had to say. He had noticed, when he first went out that morning, that the moon was nearly full. The black and white tom nonchalantly licked a paw and ran it over his whiskers as Heatherstar passed him, but his eyes never left her, even as she ascended the fallen tree and looked over the cats in the clan. Then, he found it nessesary to sit correctly, and not act like a lazy mouse during the meeting, so he pushed himself up. His eyes then went back to Heatherstar, bright and expecting.

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-the passionate-

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-eleven moons-
-molly-
-flameclan-
-med. cat apprentice-
location ⋗ med. den
mood ⋗ intrigued
love interest ⋗ none
tagged ⋗ sootdream [open]
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Sunlight trickled through the narrow cleft in the rock enclosure, dancing and flickering across the young molly's muzzle. Extending her forelegs forward in a drawn-out stretch, Neritepaw gradually rose to her paws. Emerald eyes still concealed, a broad yawn escaped the molly's relaxed jaw, her apical canines reflecting the warm light. Proceeding several pawsteps forward, Neritepaw lightly blinked each eye open, permitting her pupils a few moments to adjust before beginning her diurnal routine. Briefly recounting her herd stores, Neritepaw grimaced as her pads floundered to locate an adequate amount of dock leaves from within their designated aperture. I'll have to fetch those today, maybe Crowpaw would be willing to come with me. The patterned molly thought nonchalantly to herself as she padded skillfully across the den, poking gently at each stock of herbs.
Relieved to find she was low on only a modest number of plants, Neritepaw set to work discarding several rotten yarrow leaves that had been unintentionally left within the reach of rainfall. Grasping the undamaged yarrow in her jaws, Neritepaw withdrew to the opposite side of the den to replace the remaining herbs, when Heatherstar's unmistakable call drifted within earshot. A meeting? Diligently positioning the yarrow within it's niche, Neritepaw hastily seized the tarrying rotten plants before bounding from the den, her patterned tail trailing out behind her. Moving swiftly across the clearing, Neritepaw promptly disposed of the unusable herbs several tail-lengths from the clan entrance before slipping back inside the hollow.
Numerous cats were already assembled beneath the High Tree, their various pelts striking against the chartreuse landscape. Eyes drifting over the dissimilar felines, Neritepaw padded assuredly forward at the recognition of her mentor. Settling beside the ebony-pelted medicine cat, Neritepaw permitted a courteous smile to crease over her maw, the young molly's emerald orbs radiant with interest. "Good morning Sootdream," she meowed quietly, not intent on intruding upon her mentor's conversion with Heatherstar.

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location ⋗ clearing
mood ⋗ untroubled
love interest ⋗ none
tagged ⋗ autumnflight
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Blinking open a rich amber eye, the ginger tabby progressively clambered to his paws; his frame notably sore from a prolonged fighting demonstration the previous dawn. Suppressing a yawn, the warrior arched his back in a lengthy stretch; his patterned tail unfurling mildly from its spiraled position. Withdrawing as his muscles began to tremble with the strain, he settled back on his haunches. Craning his head to the side, he rasped his tongue skillfully across his disarranged coat, briskly refining several irregular strips. Once satisfied with his appearance, Reedfall padded placidly from the den, his coat brushing marginally against the meager cleft. Scrunching his muzzle at the abrupt alteration, Reedfall languidly positioned himself outside the warrior's den prior to his eyes tolerating the dissimilar lighting.
As his muscles relaxed, Reedfall swiftly recognized the array of felines collocated beneath the High Tree, their vision fixated on the lithe silver shape poised atop the broad trunk. Heatherstar must have called a meeting, he thought, unvexed, as he padded across the clearing to join his clanmates. Settling beside a molly of comparable feature, Reedfall dipped his head in greeting to the younger warrior. "Good morning Autumnflight, how might you be today?" He meowed readily, curling his tail over his ginger forepaws as a mellow breeze swirled through the uncovered expanse.

[Willow-way]

Name➪ Sycamoreriver
Breed➪ Maine Coon
Scent➪ Oak and Pine needles
Age➪ 32 moons
Rank➪ Warrior
Gender➪ Male/Tom
Mood➪ Frustrated
Location➪ Meeting
Crush➪ None
Tagged➪ Thistlefire and Brightcloud

Sycamoreriver was about to pounce the mouse a tail-length ahead of him unaware he is there. But something else is. Sycamoreriver pounced and missed, where the mouse had been was now empty air. Before he knew what was happening a hissing sound erupted next to him. Sycamoreriver whipped his head in that direction just in time to see a large, poisonous snake with a mouse laid in front of it. Sycamoreriver stood frozen in fear of the beast before slowly backing away just as his sister came over him on a tree. She had see the snake and hissed at it trying to draw its attention away from him. The snake took a moment to look at her and Sycamoreriver jumped at it in a desperate attempt to save him and his sister. The snake whipped back and showed its large fangs and bit into his shoulder as he bore down on it, releasing the deadly venom. Sycamoreriver stumbled back as his sister jumped down and killed the snake for good. The last thing he heard was his sister calling his name before everything went black.

The next thing he knew a small,black cat leaning over him talking to someone he couldn't see at the moment. Sycamoreriver groaned and eventually sat up with four cats around him. Two smelled heavily of herbs, one was his sister, and the other had to be an athorative figure because they seem to hold a leading air around them. His sister was frowning, the athorative cat seemed slightly excited that he had finally woke up, and the two herb smelling cats seemed happy. Sycamoreriver was soon explained who the cats were. The herby cats were medicine cats and the other was the leader of the cats. He was also explained where he was, what a clan was, and what had happened after he had gone black. Then the leader paused for a moment before speaking again, "The clan would like to have you Sycamore if you can leave the life of a rough. You may join us." Sycamoreriver was still confused but nodded thinking for a moment before replying. "I owe this place. Yes I will join." Then he turned to his sister. "Won't you join the clan too Honey?" He questioned. His sister slowly shook her head. "I can't Sycamore." She whispered slowly...

Sycamoreriver jerked waking up fully breathing hard. He looked around blinking slowly and inhaled deeply to smell his surrounding. He quickly recognized he was in the Warriors den. With a sigh of relief Sycamoreriver slowly stood up stretching one leg at a time. Sycamoreriver stepped out of the Warriors den and quickly trotted to the fresh-kill pile. He quickly picked up a mouse viciously ate it tearing it to nothing but bones. After burying the bones he walked over to Thistlefire and Brightcloud. "Hello." He meowed brightly, something that was uncommon for him but it was essential for him to be cherry this morning, otherwise he would do nothing but slump around all day.

[peter parker.]

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╓ h e a t h e r s t a r
╟ she-cat ○ 36 moons ○ leader
╟ location ○ flameclan camp
╙ tagged ○ flameclan; sootdream; berryheart

Heatherstar paused, giving herself a moment to gather her thoughts and watch the cats of FlameClan grow beneath her paws. She smiled down at them, masking her nervousness and she turned her attention quickly to Sootdream who sat below her.

"Good morning." Heatherstar purred gently in return, the soothing voice of the medicine cat giving her a pleasant feeling, "I've been better." Heatherstar chuckled shaking her head as she looked back to the crowd of cats that now stood before her.
"Good morning cats of FlameClan," Heatherstar's voice didn't waver despite her apprehensive nature at the moment. She watched her clanmates, staring at her with eyes full of hope and slowly a wave of comfort began to wash over her. She stepped into her more confident self, aware these cats needed her guidance in this time of struggle.
"We've been through much recently," she began, "each and every one of us." She let her gaze wander over all of the cats, "Though as we always have we will overcome!" She spoke to them hopefully, a purr rumbling in her chest.

"I'll address what we don't want to hear about first," She teased, "The gathering is only a few sunrises away and that we must be prepared for. The following warriors will be attending the gathering: Birdsong, Brightcloud, Berryheart, Autumnflight, Reedfall, Hawkfeather, Wolfheart, Honeyblossom, and Jaywind." She finished with the name of her son. She had invited him to every gathering alongside Thistlefire, simply because she wanted an excuse to say their names allowed though Thistlefire was excluded from this gathering.
"Willowpaw, Crowpaw, and Quailpaw will be coming with us as well." Heatherstar nodded to the apprentice in a cluster.

"The rest of you will be posted at various borders and on the perimeter of the camp that night. We never know what IceClan is up to and our clan must be protected at all costs." Heatherstar's voice rang out, finishing her notes on the gathering.
"Crowpaw, Echopaw and Lavenderpaw will be having their assessment this moon to ensure their warrior training is going smoothly and to be sure they're ready to become warriors two moons from now. Their assessments will be supervised by myself and Berryheart and their mentors are not to be present during the time of their assessment." Heatherstar nodded to Hawkfeather and Autumnflight, who had mentored the apprentices for the past couple moons.

"I'd like a patrol sent out along the thunder path border to check for any IceClan intrusion and Tigerfang will be leading that patrol. Sycamoreriver, Rainfur, and Ravenbriar are to accompany him." Heatherstar finished. She waited a moment, revising the list in her mind to see if there were any more matters to be discussed. Her mind landed plainly on the deputy rank and she fell silent.
"Our deputy will be decided after the next gathering." Her voice quivered with emotion as she spoke. No matter how hard she tried, she could push away the feeling of replacing Sparrowflight, her best friend. She hoped her clan would understand the long lapse of time she had taken to appoint a deputy, but uttering a name to replace her former deputy was too much.

"You're all dismissed." Heatherstar dipped her head to her clan, closing the meeting and bounding down from the high tree. She spotted Berryheart and was about to approach in regards to Crowpaw and Lavenderpaw's assessment, though he stood beside Jaywind. Her son must have felt her gaze because as soon as she made the effort to near the pair, Jaywind had padded away.

[peter parker.]

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╓ t h i s t l e f i r e
╟ tom ○ 20 moons ○ warrior
╟ location ○ in camp
╙ tagged ○ brightcloud; sycamoreriver

Thistlefire turned his attention to the delicate mew of Brightcloud that sounded only a few lengths away and he looked to the mottled she-cat. She dipped his head politely to her, surprised she had even said hello. Most cats saw Thistlefire as much too intimidating for their taste and found his harsh shell impossible to get past though he was pleasantly surprised by those who gave him a chance and would find him to be rather charming.

"Good morning," Thistlefire countered the she-cat's words, "The weather is cooling so I'd say it's an okay morning." Thistlefire's voice was heavy with sarcasm as he spoke to the pretty she-cat playfully. He gave her a friendly smile and turned his attention to Heatherstar as she called for the meeting to commence. After a single glance, the tom returned to staring at his paws, not wanting to give his mother the impression that he was at all listening to her.
Sycamoreriver had joined the pair as well and he nodded to the tom who took his place beside them. Thistlefire didn't quite know what to say from here as though he listened as Heatherstar spoke, never looking up at the she-cat.

At the names of the cats being called for the gathering, Thistlefire nudged Brightcloud as she was called by Heatherstar, "Congrats, it'll be an interesting one." Thistlefire purred to the she-cat with a smile across his maw, listening as she finished with Jaywind's name. Thistlefire bristled, not hearing his name and he unsheathed his claws, latching them into the dirt beneath him. He said nothing, only letting his anger subside as he staring intently at Heathestar, now not worried about paying attention and only hoping she'd see the anger in his face.

The meeting drew to a close eventually and Thistlefire's pelt still burning with annoyance at the she-cat leader though he shook his head, knowing there was nothing he could do unless he wanted to cause a scene. He flickered his attention to his brother who had instantly stood and padded away from the conversation he was in just because his mother had approached. The idiot, he can't avoid her forever. Thistlefire sneered to himself, though brought his gaze back to Brightcloud and Sycamoreriver who stood beside him.

[peter parker.]

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╓ j a y w i n d
╟ tom ○ 20 moons ○ warrior
╟ location ○ in camp
╙ tagged ○ berryheart

Jaywind remained lost in thought for some time, not sure to pinpoint exactly what was buzzing in his mind though knowing something was distracting him from reality. Berryheart's gentle voice pulled him from this and he looked to the senior warrior who was approaching. Jaywind dipped his head instantaneously to the tom, followed by a polite, "Good morning." He always enjoyed the company of the warrior and loved the wisdom the two shared. He saw a lot of himself in Berryheart, taken by his outlook on things.

"I'm fine," Jaywind lied as usual, "How about yourself?" He smiled. He had given the same answer every time he was asked that question. He was always fine, well, good. He'd responded that way so much so he had begun to wonder if he was ever anything other than fine, well, or good.
Jaywind made no motion to give Heatherstar her attention as she began the meeting, instead continuing his conversation with Berryheart, "The gathering this moon should be interesting, potentially dangerous as well." Jaywind noted in a grave tone, "I've always been afraid of IceClan in a sense. Every gathering was more nerve wracking than the one before but this one..." Jaywind fell quiet, not wanting to finish his sentence as it implied Sparrowflight's involvement. The tom had drifted off into thought again though was roused by Heatherstar's mention of the apprentice's assessment.
Jaywind let a smile creep across his muzzle and he looked to Berryheart, "You supervised my assessment as well," Jaywind purred, his mind instantly turning back to his days as an apprentice, "You told me you liked how I observed the movement of the prey." The tom chuckled, shaking his head at the thought.

Jaywind listened out of one ear as the meeting came to a close and he let his gaze wander to Heatherstar, who had begun to approach the group. Unease prickled at Jaywind's paws and he stood, nodding curtly to Berryheart, "It was nice talking to you." He ended the conversation abruptly and exited in a quiet fashion as Heatherstar took his place beside Berryheart. Jaywind moved himself to the outskirts of camp, sitting delicately beside the fresh-kill pile as he watched his paws. He wished he had stayed beside Berryheart, the tom's words always comfort to him in his usual nervous state, though his mother had to come along and disrupt this pleasant feeling as usual.

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Brightcloud seemed to light up when he replied. Although she did find him intimidating like most, she found it rude if she had just passed by without a good morning or saying anything at all. There was a glint of amusement in her eyes as he spoke. "I just hope Starclan makes it colder!" She laced her words with as much sarcasm as he did. After a moment, she decided to sit where she was and her tail slowly curled around her paws to keep them warm, which never really did much for the short-furred she-cat. Her attention turned to Sycamoreriver as he approached them, then to Heatherstar as she started the meeting. Although, she did lean over to the tabby tom and whispered a just as cheery, "Good morning," as she did earlier. Now her attention was completely on their leader as she announced the cats going to the gathering.

Brightcloud's whiskers twitched in excitement at the news that she was to go to the gathering. This would be a very interesting one as Thistlefire had said and she nodded in agreement. She was about to say something when she saw Thistlefire bristle and unsheathe his claws as though faced with an enemy. She knew little of his and Jaywind's relationship with Heatherstar, but did know that they were on bad terms. She flicked her tail at the tom and asked with a slightly worried mew, "Are you alright?"

[peter parker.]

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╓ t h i s t l e f i r e
╟ tom ○ 20 moons ○ warrior
╟ location ○ in camp
╙ tagged ○ brightcloud

Thistlefire shook his head at Brightcloud's question, allowing his fur to lie flat, "I knew she wouldn't choose me." Thistlefire muttered, "She thinks I'll cause trouble with IceClan." The tom hung his head in dismay, infuriated by Heatherstar's decision. Thistlefire sank his claws deep into the earth, frustrated by him being confined to camp. He hated that Heatherstar acted like she knew him. He was a troublesome kit though he grew into himself with age, knowledge and cleverness replacing that naive kit that lived within him. Heatherstar would always see the tom as the same young kit who wanted to cause trouble and take his fury out on others though she was the one who made him this way, his explosive emotions the cause of turmoil in his kit and apprenticehood.

"She doesn't know me, she only knows Thistlekit." Thistlefire murmured to Brightcloud before falling silent, not wanting to say anymore about his relationship with his mother to the she-cat. His evident anger was already enough to scare off any other cat though Heatherstar was the only one who could spark this emotion in him and that was clear. He turned to Brightcloud, allowing a calm wave to wash over him as he collected himself.

"Whether or not IceClan causes trouble at the gathering, you have to tell me." He laughed, hoping the she-cat would fill him in on all the drama he'd miss. He had to admit, he was craving IceClan fur. Nothing would satisfy him more than shredding the pelts of the murderers who killed Sparrowflight though he wouldn't voice this as he knew he'd only be silenced, despite the fact the majority of the clan shared this feeling. No FlameClan cat wanted anything to do with IceClan but only those who made their emotions evident were reprimanded, a concept that frustrated Thistlefire.

[coniglia]

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Sootdream ☄
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Age;; Thirty-five.
Gender;; Female.
Rank;; Med.
Crush;; -.
Tag[s];; Heatherstar ; Neritepaw
Location;;
Med. Den >> High Tree.

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Sootdream listened to her leader's words eagerly. Hanging onto each of her
words but worry prickled her stomach when she thought of Iceclan attacking
them when they were gone. If the scenario ever did play out and Flameclan
cats got hurt she wouldn't be there to help them. Swallowing the lump
growing in her throat she began to lick down her fur that had started to
bristle. While she soothed it her pale green eyes looked to her apprentice.
"Good morning Neritepaw," she said gingerly. "Sleep well?" she
asked her apprentice. Today she had made great plans for her apprentice and
her, she'd start the day off by testing her memory and knowledge on herbs
and if there was one she didn't know well Sootdream would assign her to find it,
although she doubted that her apprentice would have any problem. Great pride
began to replace the uneasiness she had heart-beats before as she waited for an
answer from her apprentice. Settling down in front of her apprentice her eyes
flickered around the gathered cats, for a minute her eyes settled upon the black
pelt of her brother before they flickered to Heatherstar and her struggle with her
son as Jaywind stepped away from her to engage in conversation with Berryheart.
There was already enough trouble within the clan, they certainly didn't need the
weight of crimes they never committed against Iceclan. It was all foolishness if you
asked her. Looking back towards Neritepaw she tried not to show her stress.

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Age;; Thirty-five.
Gender;; Male.
Rank;; Warrior.
Crush;; -.
Tag[s];; Thristlefire; Brightcloud;
Sycamorerive
Location;; High Tree.

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Ravenbriar has listened patiently to Heatherstar's words although he didn't
care greatly for any of the things she said. There were only a few words that
stirred him up the slightest and it was all mentions of Iceclan, 'Those filthy
flea-brains!' he hissed to himself as he glanced away from his leader to
look at the gathered cats. His ears flicked though when he heard his name
leave the Molly's mouth. Turned to look back at her with glaring green eyes he
felt annoyance build up in him. He almost missed out on what she said if it
wasn't for a few cats gathering for a patrol. As Heatherstar dismissed them he
lifted himself up onto his paws to search for the patrol cats.

Green eyes landed on the brown and white fur of Sycamoreriver as the Tom
tried to engage in conversation with Thristlefire, one of the sons of their leader
and Brightcloud, one of the many Molly's of the clan. Padding over to them he
only caught a glimpse of what they were talking about."Iceclan wouldn't dare
cause trouble for us if they know what's good for them." he said to the three
cats as he invited himself into their conversation. Disgust showed in his face at
the mention of the other clan as he sat down and began to lick his paw. Wiping
it over his ear he dared one of them to speak against him. Glancing to Sycanmorerive
he smiled, something that always made him look beastly. "Ready for the patrol?"
he asked.

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Age;; Ten.
Gender;; Female.
Rank;; Warrior App.
Crush;; -.
Tag[s];; Autumnflight.
Location;; High Tree.

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Lavenderpaw sat proudly by herself, her green eyes reflecting Heatherstar's
large figure as she spoke to the clan, telling them of events to come. An ocean
of emotions swelled in the silvery cat as she held onto her leader's words. They
were her rapture in the great world and it didn't matter what was happening to
her as long as she had the Molly leading her, at least that's how Lavenderpaw
felt. The only time she'd ever be disobedient would be when it came to the life
of another cat and that was something the young cat promised herself when she
first met her leader. When her name fell of off Heatherstar's name she couldn't
help the shiver slightly as a chill of excitement ran down her back, quickly her
gaze wavered from the high tree and traveled to Crowpaw, a fellow apprentice
she'd have to take the assessment with. "The assessment..." Lavenderpaw
whispered under her breath in awe. Suddenly she felt nervous and restless as she
shifted her weight from paw to paw, rocking like a bird floating in the water. But
she didn't dare look for the guidance of Autumnflight until the meeting was
dissmissed but even then she felt herself frozen in place as worry consumed her.
'What if she failed? Could you fail? What if Heatherstar never trusts her again?'
Suddenly her legs were racing to search for her mentor and her comforting words.

[Medd]

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Wrenwhisker - Flameclan - 30 Moons - Warrior - Tagged; Tagged - Location; camp

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Wrenwhisker noted the leader's smile and her shoulders relaxed slightly, a tense leader never made for a good speech. A small smile formed and her eyes blinked with interest as she listened to Heatherstar's words. The warrior nodded occasionally in agreement to what her leader had to say, however, remaining cautious about what she may say next. The mention of the gathering sent a nervous ripple through her pelt and she glanced away for a few seconds, breaking eye contact with the other cats surrounding her. Wrenwhisker smiled briefly at a couple of the warriors who had been mentioned and she relaxed once more. This time, she wouldn't be attending the meeting, for which she was partly greatful. Promptly, she graciously dipped her head in acknowledgement. A sense of pride came upon Wrenwhisker, as Heatherstar continued. Although Wrenwhisker was confident that Echopaw wasn't fond of her, Wrenwhisker couldn't deny the young cat's skill and capability that she showed. Although Heatherstar didn't nod towards Wrenwhisker, she didn't notice, as she was too interested in what she had to say next. Wrenwhisker felt slightly deflated, although she hadn't been chosen for the gathering, she would have liked to attend the patrol. As the leader dismissed the gathering, Wrenwhisker dipped her head and smiled, protecting the clan was all that mattered. No matter how.

Glancing around the camp, Wrenwhisker realised that she was openly alone. Unusual, seeing as she was surrounded by her clanmates. Thoughts running through her mind, her empty eyes glazed over the clearing and she felt a light wind brush past her shoulder. Noticing Brightcloud and Thistlefire not too far off, she approached them slowly, scuffing the ground quietly. "Do you mind me joining you two?" She asked, hoping not to seem rude or nosy towards her clan members.