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[center] Their race back to camp went by in a heartbeat. She was too concerned with the uncertain fate of her Clan to realize how far they had ran, or how tired she was. She stopped a few tree lengths outside the entrance to camp and watched as Blackpelt raced ahead of her and crashed through the barrier yowling concernedly about his herb store. She sat down to catch her breath and compose herself. She would soon address her Clan as a StarClan approved leader, with 9 lives and the holy guidance of their ancestors. It was just past moonhigh and Fernstar gazed upwards towards the stars. It seemed as though the cold of leaf bare made them shine even brighter than they did during new leaf. She closed her eyes and remembered the cats she had seen during her ceremony. Ivypool, Oakheart, Leafpool and Violetshine; they were all so amazing and wise. She was sure it had been an experience she would never forget.[/center]
[center] Opening her eyes, she let out a sigh and stared at the ground, her brows in a furrow. [color=3CB371][i] Why did Blackpelt start meowing on and on about his herbs when I asked him what he saw? I'm sure it was clear I meant the events he saw in our [b]camp[/b].[/i][/color] She wondered if she could have been more clear than she had been, but she couldn't understand why the context around her requests had gone unread. Anxiety spiked in her pelt as she wondered if this would be a repeating problem with her medicine cat. [color=3CB371][i]What if one day the Clan is in danger and I have questions for Blackpelt about messages from StarClan that he doesn't answer correctly? The fate of the whole Clan could be put in danger.[/i][/color] Snapping out of her thoughts, she shook the anxiety out of her pelt and got to her paws. She had been so deep in thought, she didn't notice her paws had gone numb from the deep snow they had been submerged in. Licking each of her pads in turn, she padded towards the camp entrance and finally pushed through.[/center]
[center] Surveying her camp, she noticed Spidernose, Stormheart, Sunfur and Stonefall sitting in a group not too far from the entrance. [color=3CB371][i]It looks like they were about to leave camp to go hunting. I couldn't encourage it more.[/i][/color] Glancing around the camp, her encouragement was validated by the absence of a fresh kill pile. [color=3CB371][i]Why was this not done sooner?. . .[/i][/color] Moosepaw and Honeypaw were crouched outside the Warriors den, their heads low and close together. They seemed to be whispering to each other. Fernstar's tail twitched in amusement. [color=3CB371][i]What are those apprentices up to? Kits will be kits, I suppose.[/i][/color] She tilted her head in confusion as she noticed Duskwing, crouched outside the nursery, with a particularly paranoid look on her face. She seemed to be hypervigilant, [i]tense[/i]. [color=3CB371][i]I must find out what this is about.[/i][/color] Her paws kicked up snow as she hurled herself onto the Highstump, and yowled with a newfound sense of authority, [color=3CB371][b]"Let all cats gather below the Highstump for a Clan meeting!"[/b][/color] She waited to speak until all her cats were gathered below her, and her chest swelled with pride. Her Clan was being guided by StarClan now. They could survive. They [i]would[/i] survive.[/center]