[right][h1][color=BCE954]Shadestar[/color] [color=848482]&[/color] [color=FBB117]Mottledpaw[/color][/h1] [color=848482][b]MENTIONS:[/b] [i]N/A[/i][/color][/right] [hr] [color=848482]Morning dew dripped from the edges of the reeds that littered the fen, adding a sheen to the fog that hovered above the water. The sunlight caught the moisture in the air and flooded it with a yellow light, much of the territory seemed to be coated in a thin golden mist. It really was a beautiful sight, especially in leaf-fall, when the distant trees turned just as gold or a more dilute brown and red. Shadestar watched from the opening in his den, ducking his head to avoid the water from dripping off from the edges of the reeds and onto his head. He had just groomed-- no need to seem wet in front of his Clanmates, especially on such an important day. There was little movement in the clearing, or at least, not as much as there would be when it was sunhigh. Some warriors clustered around the fresh-kill pile, and he saw that Badgerlurk and Ravensong had brought back a couple of fish to add to the cluster of food in the midst of camp. He smiled lightly. He enjoyed seeing his clanmates work together, even if they weren't from the same litter. Sure, it wasn't like they had any other choice. Lone cats were more likely to get eaten by crocodiles or bitten by snakes, but oh well. It wasn't like anyone in the Clan hated each other, as far as he was aware, and he appreciated them for that. MistClan was the best he's seen it in ages. Even with the murders and such going around. His smile diminished and he found himself growing moody again. Shadestar had done all he could to get down to the root of these strange assassinations, but none of the Clans had any leads. The deaths weren't clean or pretty, either. Every time they found a body, the throat was literally ripped out or they had been mangled with scratches. It was hard to believe that one of these days, an apprentice might not make it back from a hunting patrol, or a warrior might not come back from marking the borders. A chill ran down his spine. [color=BCE954][i]I can't think about this now. Today is a special day, one that's supposed to be filled with happiness. And it's also the half-moon, so maybe StarClan will actually speak to Eelpond or Tinypaw...[/i][/color] Shadestar shook out his pelt and bounded over to the Poolstone before leaping upon it gracefully. [color=BCE954][b]"All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Poolstone for a Clan meeting,"[/b][/color] he yowled. He saw several cats perk up and turn their attention to him before they padded forward, their eyes alight with curiosity. There were some that knew exactly what the meeting was for-- for instance, Mottledpaw who came bounding over to the front with her fur unkept. The apprentice was probably in the middle of washing herself when he sounded his call. [b][color=FBB117]"I think Skykit is gonna get his mentor today!"[/color][/b] Mottledpaw said a bit too loudly as she leaned close to the closest cat. [b][color=FBB117]"Aww, that means that there's gonna be less room in the apprentice's den!"[/color][/b] Shadestar let out a little purr of amusement. His green eyes searched the crowd of cats, trying to find one certain tiny kit that was far too old for his mother's milk. [color=BCE954][b]"Skykit,"[/b][/color] he mewed, waiting for his approach. [/color]