Fernstar: WillowClan Camp
Fernstar's ears pricked at the sound of her name from the returning patrol, and she was suddenly perplexed at the scent of a strange cat as well. Glancing quickly at Blackpelt, she said sternly and quietly under her breath, "We'll talk more about this later. I want to know everything and every CAT you saw. It is VERY important that you remember. Return to your den; we'll be leaving soon. Jumping down from her den, she padded across the camp in darkness until she reached the center of camp where Brambletail, Spidernose and Redleap were standing, a strange skinny tom in tow. Cautiously, she circled the tom, sizing him up. Clearly he wasn't much of a threat. . . His pelt was matted and unkempt, he looked like he hadn't eaten in a moon and it was obvious that he was anxious. "Did you find him on our territory?" Fernstar asked as she faced her warriors. Honestly, she was surprised this skinny tom had even made it this far into the dense forest without freezing to death or getting picked off by something. He must have come from somewhere close by surely?
Her paws itched underneath her with desire to begin her journey to the Moonpool and a patrol bringing a strange cat back to camp was not something she wanted to worry about while she was gone from camp. To keep her Clan safe, she needed to get to the Moonpool and receive her nine lives from StarClan. She could protect them from anything then. . .