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"starclan welcomes you, tornstar.", a steady voice murmured.

the tom jerked awake, feeling as though he could run for eternity. eyes glittering with determination, he stood, flexing his claws as he stretched. a new era had finally began for tornstar, named for his torn paw-pads as he traveled far to start a new life. with a quick shake, he trotted out of his makeshift den. the dense forest surrounded him. a lot of work would need to be done for a proper camp, but he knew he couldn’t do it all on his own.

first things first, a border. no worthy clan had unsure borders. determination guided the tom, feeling as though he was jogging on clouds. not much exploration had been done, but he had a few markers in mind already. the early morning sun peeked through the snowy trees, warming the toms long pelt. the cold, snowy weather was nothing new to the tom. he’d been raised in a similar territory.

new smells filled tornstar’s nose. he had laid out most of the new territory, his paw prints following him. there was only a small section left, and he had let his guard down for the most part, not expecting anything to happen. however, a loud rustle caught his attention. eyes narrowing, he stood tall. before he knew it, a smaller, white cat stumbled out of a bush to his left. the unfamiliar she-cat quickly caught her balance, looking up to the large tom. "h-hello? who are you? i’ve never seen you around before..", she meowed warily. "coldstar.", he meowed firmly, "and you?". "coldstar!", the molly exclaimed, "are you a clan leader?". tornstar grinned. "of course. a new clan, coldclan, and you’re in my territory.", he said. "this isn’t something i’d usually offer to a rogue like you, but i’m in need of clanmates, are you willing to join, or should i show you what you’re missing?", he laughed, teeth glinting. the she-cat’s eyes widened, "of course!", she smiled, ignoring the tom’s passive-aggression.

the sun began to set by the time tornstar arrived back to camp, two new cats by his side, and two pieces of fresh-kill in his jaws. a day of success. the cats he had recruited seemed to be quite opposite. pollenpounce was a smaller, happy-go-lucky, cat, more fit for hunting. auburnwing was serious and pokerfaced, perfect for a guard. pride swept through the tom. the clan was growing even faster than he’d thought. as they arrived to the camp, he dropped his prey. "work needs to be done. before it’s dark, we shall start to prepare our dens.", he stated. the two she-cats nodded in agreement, setting off to search for materials that would suit a cozy den.