Being able to see the sacred place her medicine cat was leading her made Fernstar's stomach turn with nervousness, but remembering why she was here gave her the strength of a badger as she ascended up the giant rocks, getting closer and closer to StarClan; to her ancestors. Before she knew how long they had been climbing, she was already clearing the last ledge that separated them from the Moonpool. Feeling a little unsure of herself, she flicked her tail towards the jagged crack in the mountain, signaling for Blackpelt to enter first. When they had been completely swallowed by the mountain, Fernstar noticed that almost every shred of moonlight had disappeared. Her paws faltered on the uneven ground and she stumbled, barley catching herself before her muzzle hit the cold stone. Straining her hearing in compensation for her other senses, she began to hear the faintest trickling of water a few tree lengths ahead of them. The cave began to brighten, almost in a curtain like fashion and moonlight spilled onto the stone leading up to the Moonpool. She slowly approached the edge of the pool and when she lifted her head, she was greeted with an awe inspiring swath of stars.
Often nights after her Clanmates had nestled into their dens for the evening, in the silence of the forest Fernstar would sit atop the Highstump in the center of camp and gaze up at the stars, trying so hard to connect with the ancestors her mother had spoken so highly of when she was a kit. These cats with the stars in their pelts had shaped what Clan life had become for the five Clans by the lake all those moons ago; and she wanted nothing more than to understand and have their blessing to be a leader. Drawing in a long breath and forcing the fur on her pelt to lie flat, she gazed across the pool at Blackpelt and sunk down into a crouching position, as close to the water as she could get. "Blackpelt? What happens now?. . ."
He hops up the last few rocks, and pads quietly through the darkness, walking forward as if he's been here a thousand times. He blinks when the light suddenly hits his eyes. He looks at the Pool, a perfect mirror of the sky above them, and takes in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He then crouches down, and whispers, "Drink a few drops. You'll fall asleep soon after, and when you wake, you'll be with Starclan. It will likely be overwhelming, but remember to keep breathing. They're here to guide you, not scare you. Join me as soon as you feel ready." He then kneels down, and laps up a few drops, curling up on the cold stone and falls asleep almost immediately.
Among the stars
He blinks awake, and stands up, looking around, surprisingly calm and collected, and lets out a deep breath. He smiles, and his eyes gleam. "Hello, members of Starclan. I am Blackpelt, Willowclans medicine cat, and blessed with the ability to see into the world of the past cats. This is Fernstar, or, she will be, if you accept her as our leader. We are honored to meet you at last." He dips his head to them. "Please grant my leader nine lives so she may serve her clan, and by those means, serve Starclan."
As Maplestream raced urgently back to camp, she began to wonder if leaving camp without warning her Clanmates the way she did was a good idea. She knew the camp was vulnerable right now with their medicine cat and leader gone, but she needed to make sure the journey to the Moonpool was going to be safe for Fernstar. Stonefall could watch over camp with Duskwing and Spidernose right? She knew Moosepaw was only an apprentice but he was big and would make a formidable opponent in the event of a battle. Honeypaw was, well. . . small. She was sure she hadn't been gone that long, and maybe no cat had missed her yet. As she exited part of the denser forest on the edge of WillowClan territory, she started being able to hear the cold, roaring rapids in the distance. She winced and her skin jumped to life as her pads touched the bone chilling cold of the slabs of stone bordering the water. Anxiety prickled her pelt as she realized how slick the surface of the rocks were. It was the dead of night and every inch of the forest was shrouded in snow and ice. If she slipped and fell into the rapids, she would almost surely die.
She stopped in her tracks as she caught the scent of Sunfur and Stormheart laced along the rocks. Did they come looking for me? She could tell the scent was recent, and she wondered if they were still wandering the forest searching for her. She lifted her head and called out through the silence of the forest. "Sunfur? Stormheart? Can you hear me?" When she got no response, she picked up her pace and continued towards camp. When she finally reached the territory nearest to willowClan's camp, her heart began to race when she realized the strange scents she had smelled earlier had grown more than twice as strong. Was the camp in danger? Had the Clan been invaded? There was no more time to waste. She was certain her Clanmates were in danger, and she suddenly hated herself for leaving camp without Stonefall's permission and without warning. If there's been a battle if will be my fault. With the force of a cat twice her size, she burst through the dense undergrowth at the camp's entrance and scanned the edges of camp, her thoughts racing with panic. But she realized, the camp was quiet. Scanning the edges of the camp, she noticed Stonefall heading towards the nursery, three cats she had never seen before in tow. Were these the strange cats she had scented on the way here? What did they tell Stonefall? She tried to relax her haunches and urgently padded up to Stonefall. With a more than obvious cautious look at the three strangers, she blurted out, "Stonefall! I'm sorry I snuck away from camp, but there's something important I need to discuss with you, right away."
Duskwing nodded her head in response to Spidernose's pointed look. She settled in and wrapped her tail around her paws, ready to keep watch for the entire night if she had to. She wasn't about to let some odd strangers hurt the only real family she'd ever known. Stonefall had taken the three to the nursery, a good enough spot since they didn't have any kits in camp and it was far enough from the entrance that if these raccoons did somehow follow the scent to camp they'd have enough time to get out a prepare for a fight. Maybe when Fernstar got back and it wasn't the middle of the night they could talk to them and figure out what exactly they were doing here. Sure many of them came to Willowclan as strangers, but never in a group.
Her ears pricked slightly as she began to hear the sound of rushing pawsteps heading towards the camp. It only sounded like one so not either of the patrols that were sent out and she didn't hear any telltale noises of a raccoon, fox, or some other dangerous creature. She stood and went to sent the air as a form barreled through the entrance in front of her and she yowled in surprise; leaping backwards with fur bristling and claws unsheathed before she realized who it was. Maplestream had made a beeline for Stonefall, but she couldn't help but pad towards them. She could tell the other she cat was nervous and it made her pelt begin to stand on end. "What happened? Sunfur and Stormheart have been out for ages now trying to find you."
Stormheart just twitched his whiskers at Sunfur's questioning. He was mostly just talking out loud, its not like he had any idea at all what was going on with any of this. They had no idea who these strange cats were or if they somehow could have been watching from a distance or had figured out there was a clan in the woods. Maybe he was just being a bit paranoid but these outlandish ideas had saved his life more than once before he'd stumbled across Willowclan. He genuinly hoped nothing he'd been thinking was true and that Sunfur was right.
He kept an eye out through the trees as Sunfur looked around on the ground. He was starting to get chilled and tired, they'd been up for what felt like moons so he was grateful when Sunfur suggested they go back to camp. "I agree. Even if they are just lost I'd rather not risk anything. Especially since Blackpelt and Fernstar are both gone. If someone gets hurt we'd be in a bad spot." He followed quickly after the orange tom trying to keep the nerves he felt at bay. Nothing should have happened to anyone at camp. The warriors that were there were still strong and if there weren't that many of these strangers then they shouldn't have trouble with a fight if it came down to it. That didn't stop him from quickening his pace a bit and hurrying back.
Stonefall padded towards the Nursery, ears flicking behind him to be sure that he heard the three strangers following, grateful to see Spidernose approaching the Warrior’s den to stay with Moosepaw and Honeypaw. Duskwing was watching the camp entrance and all felt, for a moment, like it would be calm until Fernstar and Blackpelt returned.
But then he heard Duskwing yelp behind him and he whirled, claws out, hackles instantly raised only to see Maplestream pelting towards him, her eyes frantic. He glanced at the three strangers, his mind trying to catch up with even more information being thrown at him. For a brief moment, he wanted to sink into the feelings of anxiety that were coursing through him. But he didn’t have time for that. This was his Clan, his home, and he was charged with their safety.
So he would protect them.
“Duskwing,” he meowed, straightening up a little, not letting Maplestream answer Duskwing’s questions. “Please escort our guests to the Nursery and guard them there. Maplestream and I are going to talk.” He knew that Duskwing was, once again, trying to help but it felt like she was trying to step into the role of Deputy in place of him. He knew that she’d been a Warrior longer, knew that she’d been a member of WillowClan longer than him, and was starting to worry she had doubts about Stonefall’s abilities.
Which didn’t help his own doubts at all.
So he gazed at Duskwing until she nodded and then turned to Maplestream, padding across to the other side of camp, away from the prying ears of the strangers.
“First of all, Maplestream -- it was wrong of you to sneak out like that without telling me, and there will have to be some kind of discipline,” he meowed. His tail flicked a little in agitation as he sat his big body down, positioning himself so he could keep an eye on the camp while listening to her, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Warrior’s Den, where Spidernose and the two apprentices were tucked away. “But we have more important things to deal with right now, so tell me -- what’s going on?”
Honeypaw had woken, feeling a little groggy, to Moosepaw’s nudging. But before she could really understand why he was waking her, Spidernose was entering the Warrior’s den, talking softly to reassure the two apprentices. Honeypaw’s nerves instantly sparked, her small tail shooting straight up as she practically sprinted to crouch in between Spidernose and Moosepaw, looking up at her mentor with wide, unblinking eyes, feeling comforted by the two bigger cats’ bodies. “Why are you watching us? What’s going on?” She glanced up at Moosepaw, wondering if her fellow apprentice was as worried as she was. Probably not, though. He was big and practically a Warrior already, while she was...small. And definitely not even close to a Warrior, much to her frustration. She wanted to lean into his warmth but wasn’t sure if it would be welcome, so kept herself tucked closer to Spidernose, just glancing up at him a little anxiously as she waited for her mentor to answer.
The bulky apprentice glanced back at Honeypaw as she was slowly woke up. Through the narrow opening of the warriors den entrance, Moosepaw could hear Spidernose approach. She spoke reassuringly to the two of them, sounding calm and collected. He was always impressed by how well warriors handled unique situations, and their ability to improvise. Moosepaw learned quickly during his apprenticeship that they weren’t perfect, but he still had a massive amount of respect for them. Honeypaw moved closer to Spidernose, probably for warmth. The bulky tom could see Maplestream rushing into the camp, and found that interesting. The new apprentice asked what was happening and Moosepaw decided she deserved to know. Without thinking, he spoke up.
"There seems to be outsiders in the camp. Rogues, of some sort." Moosepaw’s voice was a bit strained He glanced at Spidernose with an inquisitive look. "That's all I could gather. Was there more?" Moosepaw felt like something was off about this. It might be paranoia, it might be rational, but it felt unrealistic to devise which of the two it actually was.
“Shhh, it’s alright. It’s gonna be okay.” the cream and brown she-cat murmured soothingly to Honeypaw as she felt the smaller apprentice huddle up against her, her fur spiked on end with fear. The warrior didn’t say anything right away, not wanting to worry them further, and ducked her head to rasp her tongue gently across the top of her apprentice’s head, smoothing back some of the fur.
Her ears swivelled as she picked up the familiar voice of their missing Clanmate, and she couldn’t help but sigh in relief, a small bit of the tension in her shoulders relaxing. “Maplestream’s back.” she announced to the two apprentices, trying to keep them optimistic. Moosepaw didn’t buy it so much, it would seem, and as the tom answered the question instead, Spidernose was forced to do the same. “Y-Yes. Some rogues came bursting into the camp a little while ago. Claimed they’d been attacked, but something seems a bit...off, about their story.” she explained, nudging the top of Honeypaw’s head again in reassurance. “Stonefall wants you and Moosepaw to stay with me, just in case something dangerous happens. Don’t be afraid, we’ll be safe.”
Spidernose didn’t want to give them any more details in case either apprentice got some sort of foolish idea and StarClan forbid tried to confront the rogues, or something like that. She flicked her tail to beckon Moosepaw a little closer to them, hoping the signal would be enough to stop the older apprentice from shoving his way past them and out of the den to investigate for himself. Honeypaw was frightened, and she could use the comfort of the older cats around her, right now. “Come sit closer to us, Moosepaw. We’re going to stay in here until Stonefall tells us otherwise, okay? I need you to be brave and sensible for me, for Honeypaw.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Fernstar closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. She was sure that the warriors of StarClan would be able to sense it if she came to them laden with fear and racing thoughts. WillowClan needs a leader. A leader blessed by StarClan who will serve them for many moons to come. This moment is everything. Across the pool, she saw her medicine cat, his body limp as a piece of fresh kill on the cold stone. She sighed and gazed up towards the sky through the opening in the top of the mountain. The stars glittered against the pitch black sky and she suddenly felt the presence of the ancient warriors her Mother had spoken of. Bending her head down towards the pool, cold shot through her body as she felt the icy temperature seep through her nose. She lapped at the water for a few heartbeats, then realized she had started to feel very dizzy. As she laid her head against the cold stone to steady herself, her paws and pelt began to feel hot and tingly. She winced as the pain grew worse. Her pelt felt as if it was burning, and her head swam with nausea. Eventually, when the pain became too much to bear, she surrendered and let her body go limp as she floated into a very deep and uncomfortable sleep.
When Fernstar opened her eyes, she was standing in a clearing and the sun shone brighter than she had ever seen. Shifting in every direction, she marveled at the giant trees surrounding the clearing and the clear sounds of prey scuttling through the undergrowth. These cats must never be hungry. It seems like it’s always greenleaf here. . . As her thought trailed off, she heard a slight rustling in the bushes and she slowly turned around and locked eyes with a slender silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes. She also noticed that even though her pelt was made of stars, multiple scars from her physical life were visible on her flanks. The she-cat padded forward and sat down less than a tail length away, seeming to study Fernstar curiously. "Welcome Fernsky, my name is Ivypool. In accordance with StarClan’s traditions, we will be calling you by the Warrior name you gave yourself in honor of your Mother, until your nine lives ceremony is complete." Fernsky dipped her head with immense respect in her voice and replied, “Of course Ivypool, I want nothing more than to respect the wishes of StarClan and carry on their traditions.” Ivypool continued. "Including myself, you will now meet other ancient members of the original five Clans who lived in the forest and around the lake so many moons ago. Listen and feel the wisdom they will pass on to you. Learn from their stories and carry this knowledge with you every sunrise you awake in your nest, ready to serve WillowClan as their leader." Upon finishing her greeting, Fernsky watched in amazement as many other cats emerged from the undergrowth and padded into positions surrounding her, forming a ring of mist and starlike wonder. She suddenly realized she hadn’t seen her medicine cat, and pondered where he could be in this dazzling forest. Why hadn’t he appeared in the same clearing as her? Nevermind that right now! she thought to herself. She reconnected her eyes with Ivypool and sat up as straight as she could, with her tail neatly wrapped around her paws.
Breaking the ranks of the circle, Ivypool padded up to her again and touched her head to the top of Fernsky’s. "With your first life, I give you loyalty. During my life in ThunderClan, I found myself being led astray by cats of the Dark Forest, with the promise of making me the best Warrior I could be. But these cats only wanted to poison my heart and turn me against ThunderClan to serve their dark purposes. The battle that unfolded between the Dark Forest cats and the four Clans was the bloodiest they had ever seen, but their victory was great and it reminded them of how strong each Warrior could be if they stayed loyal to their Clans, until their death. May you never forget how much your Clan needs your guidance and wisdom, and may your heart never stray from your Clanmates." Ivypool returned to her place among the others and another she-cat padded towards Fernsky. "My name is Leafpool. I was one of ThunderClan’s medicine cats. This she-cat had a warm softness about her that instantly made Fernsky feel welcomed, and she let a purr escape her throat. With your second life, I give you compassion. Your Warriors may sometimes make decisions you don’t agree with or lash out at you because of aches in their hearts. May you always be able to see through their hurt or anger and show them love." Leafpool smiled at Fernsky then returned to her place in the circle. Next, a pale orange she-cat approached her. "My name is Mothwing, of RiverClan. With your third life, I give you intuition. During my waking life, I was the only medicine cat in the history of the Clans to not believe in StarClan." Mothwing broke eye contact with her and glanced around the circle of starry cats with a smile on her face. "Of course now I see I was wrong, and I am so thankful that StarClan accepted me into their ranks, besides my lack of faith. But while I was alive, I served my leader Mistystar loyalty and gave her guidance that was as truthful as any other medicine cat. May you always remember to look inside yourself and trust what you know is right."
Before Mothwing had sat down in her position in the circle again, a strong dark brown and black tabby tom was padding towards her with his head held high. He stood in front of her without sitting down and said, "I am Tigerstar of ShadowClan. With your fourth life, I give you bravery." As the strong tom touched his muzzle to the top of Fernsky’s head, she felt a surge of confidence and sat up straighter to look him in the eye. "When I became leader, the Clan was falling apart. We were devastated by the impact of Darktail and his rouges, and we lost many Warriors. Agreeing to become their leader and repair the Clan was the hardest task I ever faced. But with my mate and my Clanmates by my side, we repaired the Clan and healed from Darktail’s fury. May you always stand your ground when your Clan faces difficulty, and never weaken your resolve." With a defining lash of his tail, Tigerstar returned to the ranks of the ancient StarClan cats and looked around with his head held high. Padding lightly forward, a pale tan tabby she-cat rested her head on Fernsky's and whispered, "My name is Leafstar, former leader of SkyClan. When my Clan was driven from our home in the mountains, we lost many warriors and I feared the Clan would never recover. But SkyClan was strong, and after long lost kin returned to us, we were able to make a home for ourselves beside the other four Clans at the lake, where we knew we belonged. With your fifth life, I give you resilience. Your Clan will face troubles; battles, sickness and hunger. But as their leader, it is your job to remain strong and use your strength to guide your Warriors through those times. May your heart never grow weary." The pretty she-cat rounded on her paws and trotted back to her place next to Tigerstar and they gave each other a knowing glance.
Fernsky's pelt prickled with anxiousness and excitement. Even though she only had five of the nine lives her StarClan ancestors would give her, she already felt so strong and more dedicated to her Clan than she ever had. She drew in a deep breath as another she-cat padded towards her. Her fur was long and her black and white pelt looked softer than moss in greenleaf. "I’m Violetshine. My heart was full of uncertainty and pain when I was an apprentice in ShadowClan. After being separated from my sister and forced to live in a Clan where I didn’t belong, I knew none of it was right for me. When I discovered my father Hawkwing, the deputy of SkyClan was alive, I knew I needed to be with him. And even though my sister begged me for moons to join her in ThunderClan, my heart was being pulled towards SkyClan and I couldn’t ignore it. With your sixth life, I give you self-awareness. Your Clan cannot prosper if you are not able to know your heart and guide yourself as a leader. May you always look deep into yourself, and never lose your spirit." A sleek furred silver and grey she-cat padded towards Fernsky with a mixture of pride and pain on her face. She looked as if she had regrets in her waking life and Fernsky was eager to hear her story. "I am Needletail. My life as a ShadowClan Warrior wasn’t easy. My Clan was falling apart under the corrupted leadership of Darktail and Warriors were abandoning us seemingly every moon. I regret this with all my heart now but, I was one of them. Darktail manipulated me by making me his senior advisor, and for once in my life, I felt loved. Respected even. I left the ShadowClan camp and became his Kin." She turned her pained expression on Violetshine and let a small smile flash across her muzzle. "I realized how terrifying Darktail actually was when he and his Kinmate Rain tried to make me kill Violetshine in cold blood. I died helping her escape." She hung her head and her pained expression faded as she met eyes with Fernsky. "With your seventh life, I give you judgement. The decisions you make for your Clan are the most important ones you have, and cannot be wasted. Never let pride, pain or desperation cloud your judgement." She padded back to her place in the circle, nudging a dark brown tom aside so she could sit next to Violetshine. Fernsky agreed that was where Needletail belonged.
The brown tom flicked his tail in playful annoyance and decided it was his turn to speak with her. Fernsky couldn’t help but notice how attractive this tom was, and she quickly began to clean a forepaw in embarrassment, hoping he wouldn’t notice. The tom sat in front of her and smiled. "I am Oakheart of RiverClan. Unlike Needletail, I did not grow up with painful hardships. I trained dutifully and cared for my brother Crookedjaw when our Mother Rainflower disowned him. When he claimed the leader position, he asked me to be deputy, but I refused. I was not comfortable having that amount of power. I later fell in love with a ThunderClan Warrior named Bluefur, and she bore my kits. I was heartbroken when she decided to raise them in ThunderClan, and they had no knowledge that I was their Father. But I loved them with all my heart and they later came back to me, after Bluefur surrendered them to assume the deputy position of ThunderClan. And thank StarClan she did. . ." He let his voice trail off, as if he didn’t want to speak of the rest. "With your eighth life, I give you dignity. Your Clanmates need to respect you as their leader, and you need to give them every reason to believe you deserve it. May you always hold your head high and lead your Clan with dignity and grace." When Oakheart touched his muzzle to the top of Fernsky’s head, she couldn’t stop a small shudder. He glanced at her with a proud look in his eyes and returned to his place. The last cat to pad up to her was a small black and white tom. Wasting no time, he sat in front of her and gave her a stern look. After a couple heartbeats, he placed his muzzle on top of her head and said in a low voice, "I am Harestar, and with your final life I give you humility. My leadership of WindClan was during a very difficult time for the Clans around the lake. One of the most evil cats the Clans have ever known severed the connection between StarClan and the living cats and possessed the body of the ThunderClan leader, Bramblestar. For a while, I supported the Impostor because I thought he was restoring the Warrior Code and enforcing it the way it once was. However, I later realized I was wrong, and that like many others, I had been led astray by Ashfur’s manipulative tactics. For the sake of my Clan, I needed to be humble and admit my mistake. As leader of your Clan, you need to realize you will not always be right, and it is imperative that you admit your mistakes when you make them."
As Harestar turned and began to pad towards his palace in the circle once more, Ivypool spoke again raising her voice in a triumphant yowl. "We are honored that you have chosen to revive the traditions of the Warrior Clans, and we grant you the guardianship of WillowClan. All spirits of StarClan now hail you by your new name; Fernstar. Your old life is no more and you have now received the nine lives of a leader. Defend your Clan well and care for the young and old. Honor your ancestors and the traditions of the Warrior Code. Live each life with pride and dignity." The spirits of StarClan howled Fernstar’s new name and she felt a swell of warmth swim through her pelt. When the yowls died down, Oakheart smiled at her and said in a soft voice, "Now go; your Clan is waiting to congratulate their leader." Fernstar dipped her head to Oakheart and smiled at all the StarClan spirits. “I am so thankful to receive your blessing and continue the Clan’s magnificent legacy here beside the rapids. My heart will always be open to your guidance and wisdom.” With more hope in her heart than she had ever felt, she laid down on the soft grass of StarClan’s hunting grounds and closed her eyes.
When she awoke, she was back at the Moonpool, the stars still glistening on the surface of the water. She felt light headed and a little confused, but when she got to her paws, she felt strong and filled with newfound vigor. Straining her eyes against the black, she looked across to the other side of the pool and saw Blackpelt, eyes still closed, dreaming in StarClan. Waiting for him to wake, she folded her paws under her chest and gazed up at the stars through the large gash in the mountaintop. Thank you StarClan. I’m ready.
Blackpelt watches as Fernstar becomes a true leader, receiving her nine lives. He frowns when he sees Tigerstar. I thought you were killed in the Dark Forest..... He licks his paw nervously, and waits quietly for the ceremony to finish. He then waits for Fernstar to wake up, then settles down, watching Starclan for a moment. He dips his head to them, then wakes up.
Blackpelt: Mountain (beyond the borders)
He wakes up, and sighs. He then slowly stands up, and dips his head to Fernstar. "How does it feel to have nine lives?" He smiles, then yawns. "We can hunt on the way back if you'd like." His smile fades slightly, and he walks with her, down the cliff face and onto the barely visible pathway. "I'm glad they accepted you as our leader." He pads along the path, and looks back at her every now and then. "Once we get some more cats to join, I'll need an apprentice. Hopefully they won't share my curse....."
Maplestream forced her hackles to lie flat and parted her jaws, about to answer Duskwing's concerned questions, but was cut short as Stonefall ordered her to guard the strangers in the nursery and summoned her to the far side of the camp to speak. Padding the short distance behind Stonefall, she knew this wasn't going to be good. She knew she had been wrong to abandon camp like she did, but she hoped the Deputy would understand. Her hopes of receiving compassion from the Deputy were dashed as his tail lashed in agitation and his voice dropped like a stone in a lake. She flinched under his words even though she had been expecting them and lowered her head as a gesture of respect. When Stonefall prodded her for information, she raised her head, realizing the importance of the situation.
"On the edge of our territory I came across scents I didn't recognize and there were multiple, all under the same tree. I know kittypets never venture this far into the forest, and we've never come across any rouges or loners either, so I knew I had to come back to camp immediately to tell you and Fernstar." She lowered her meow and her eyes darted towards the nursery. "But I suppose those cats in our nursery right now are the same who's scents I picked up? Did you find out anything about them? What are they doing here?" She couldn't help but wonder where Fernstar was and how long she had been gone. These strangers need to be dealt with Fernstar. . . I don't like this.
The soft light painted the clearing in long shadows, with the reflection of cat eyes the brightest thing he could see. In a hushed voice, Moosepaw heard Spidernose reassure Honeypaw, though that also seemed to fade into the background. The tom watched the newly arrived Maplestream interact with Stonefall, trying to read the body language of the pair. Spidernose’s reassurance about their safety seemed well meaning but empty. Moosepaw wondered why he felt that way, considering his own emotions. Was it meant more for Honeypaw than him? Spidernose was genuinely trying to help Honeypaw feel more safe. That wasn’t the only reason, though he didn’t know the she-cat well enough to ascertain much more than that.
Moosepaw looked at the warrior and watched her flick her tail to beckon him closer. She spoke about being brave and sensible, and he caught on. Had I been thinking of leaving the den and investigating the rogues myself? It's hard to say, but I am tense. Moosepaw let out a sigh to relax himself, and moved closer so that Honeypaw was between him and Spidernose."We'll be fine. We're more than strong enough to handle a couple of scrawny rogues." Moosepaw attempted, but he realized he didn’t actually believe it. It would be much easier once Fernstar, and Blackpelt returned. The bulky tom settled down, tucking his paws beneath himself, and attempted to groom his ever overfluffed chest fur into some semblance of order.