[h2][center][b][i][color=3CB371] Fernstar: WillowClan Camp [/color][/i][/b][/center][/h2]

[center] Fernstar awoke and shook the cold out of her fur before jumping down to the forest floor only to be shocked once again by the sharp cold of snow on her pads. This leaf bare was the harshest she had seen in many moons and it was difficult to keep warm, even inside her den sheltered from the wind. [color=3CB371][i] If only StarClan had blessed me with a thicker coat. . . [/i][/color] As she padded towards the dead tree stump in the middle of camp, she took in the quiet of the forest; it was barely dawn and not even the birds had woken from their nests yet. The hunting patrols would need to be strong this morning, as the fresh kill pile was looking pitiful; a stale mouse and a single starling laid inside the hollowed log that protected the pile from the elements. They would need at least 10 more pieces of prey in order for everyone's bellies to be filled. After the hunting patrol was sent out, she would stay around camp looking for more undergrowth to pad the den walls. Maybe one of the apprentices could help her. [/center]

[center] Fernstar leaped onto the stump. [color=3CB371][b] "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around for a Clan meeting!" [/b][/color] The warrior's den rustled as Duskwing, Stormheart, Spidernose and Sunfur emerged into the clearing. The apprentice's den rattled as Hawkpaw exploded through the fronds, eyes bright and eager as always; Cinderpaw following more cautiously after. When there were enough cats in the clearing, she began speaking. [color=3CB371][b] "Good morning everyone. I would like 4 cats to go on a hunting patrol this morning; Duskwing, take Moosepaw of course, as well as Spidernose and Sunfur. Bring back as much as you can, make two trips if you have to. Stormheart, take Hawkpaw and Brambletail to mark the borders. I will remain close to the camp with Silverpaw and Cinderpaw to find more padding for the dens." [/b][/color] The patrols disbanded and Fernstar padded towards the medicine cat den to speak with Blackpelt about his herb store. The cold leafbare could bring illness such as greencough or whitecough, so the Clan would need a well stocked herb store. Fernstar grabbed the starling from the fresh kill pile and headed into the medicine cat den, intending to share the prey with Blackpelt. [/center]