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The Rise of WillowClan

It's been unusually quiet the last few days. . . Everyone still here? :)

Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

Riversong: MistClan Camp

Riversong stretched and shook the sleep from her pelt as she rose from her nest in the warrior's den. She noticed she was the last to leave the den and padded quickly out into the camp to find everyone gathered beneath the Poolstone. From glancing around at her Clanmates, she knew what had prompted the occasion; it was time for Skykit's apprentice ceremony. She purred in amusement thinking about the kind of apprentice Skykit was going to be. That kit is going to scare away every piece of prey in the forest for moons before he learns to control himself. Looking around at her fellow warriors, she knew that any of her Clanmates would train Skykit to be the best warrior he could be; but she secretly wished it would be her that Shadestar picked to mentor the rambunctious kit. Truly, she would love to spend her time teaching Skykit discipline, self control and loyalty to his Clan; instead of sitting around wringing her paws. She knew that her disciplined, controlled and watchful demeanor would lend very well to Skykit's opposite and would give him a strong example to follow. However, she had to admit to herself that other than wanting to be Skykit's mentor for her Clan's sake, she also felt it would be good for herself as well. She needed to be HERE, present with her Clanmates and devoting her attention to them, instead of being trapped in her thoughts day and night. Other than her remarkable hunting skills, Riversong felt that she hadn't really done much to earn her place in her Clan and she wanted to change that. Putting fish on the fresh kill pile does not a warrior make. . . she thought to herself with insecurity.

Realizing she was doing it again, she licked her paw and drew it over her eyes in an attempt to wake herself more, and directed her attention to the Poolstone where Shadestar was looking down on the nervous kit with amusement and pride. Her paws itching with nervousness, she glanced carefully in Cloudstep's direction and tried to keep her pelt flat as she sauntered up a little closer to him and wrapped her tail around her paws. As her tail came over her paws, she stumbled slightly and made sure her paw landed on top of his, only for a heartbeat. "Sorry. . ." she purred as she regained her posture and looked up at Shadestar, making sure to watch for Cloudstep's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

@Ambra Yeah I will be. Yesterday was a HELL of a day for me. I was on and off planes from 6am to 10pm and I was so exhausted and sore I slept like the entire day today basically. But I'm awake and recharged now so I should have a post up either today or tomorrow!

The Rise of WillowClan

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. . .

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Maplestream: WillowClan Territory

Maplestream watched the small patrol turn back towards camp, the small skinny stray at their heels, looking about anxiously. She flicked her tail in amusement at the skinny tom's behavior. It was evident that he was not accustomed to wild territory; given away by the shiny kittypet tag hanging from his neck. Fernstar is going to throw that thing into the rapids when she sees it! That's if she thinks he can cut it as a Clan cat. . . Fernstar was very receptive to accepting new cats into WillowClan, especially in this harsh of a leaf bare; but Maplestream knew her selection wasn't at all random or unconditional. Accepting a cat into the Clan who could not pull their own weight could be just as damaging as not having enough cats. The last thing the Clan needed right now was another mouth to feed who wasn't helping to feed other mouths.

Looking down as the patrol left, she wondered if she should follow them back to camp and see how Fernstar was going to deal with the newcomer. But she quickly jerked her thoughts away from the newcomer; her task was more important. It was important that she completed her task; not just to spare herself the anxiety, but for Fernstar's safety as well. Her Clanmates would wonder where she had gone, but she couldn't be concerned about that now. It would only be a day or two; and she needed to keep her friend safe. Making sure the patrol was out of sight and noticing the direction of the wind, she quietly jumped down from the tree she was in and looked around. She could see where the glade of tall trees thinned out onto flatter land and approached the rapid nearest to camp. She would make her way in that direction. When Fernstar leaves with Blackpelt at dawn, they will almost certainly follow the rapids. It's the easiest way to explore territory and makes it harder to get lost. I need to make sure not to let my scent linger for too long. . . Padding sideways into a cluster of bushes, she found a pile of wet leaves. Much to her disgust, she knew the musty smell of the damp dirt would be an excellent way to hide her scent. She flopped down and rolled over on the pile a few times making sure to dampen all her fur. Shaking her pelt and cringing at the scent, she broke into a run following the edges of the rapid. She would be back before anyone noticed she was gone. . . she hoped.

Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

@Ambra Not gonna lie, kind of intimidated by how long everyone else's posts are xD

The Rise of WillowClan

@sassy1085 That's sad to hear considering I just posted the beginning of the main plot point tonight. It was just about to get exciting

The Rise of WillowClan

Somewhere on WillowClan Territory. . .

Folding his ears back and squinting his eyes against the wind, the skinny black tom snaked quietly over the short grass and stopped quickly by the roots of a large tree, lashing his tail in frustration. He glanced behind him to make sure his patrol was close behind. A strong brown tom and a pure white she-cat crested the slope and stopped alongside the black tom. Opening his jaws to taste the air around him, his ears perked at the scent of cats nearby. They were close. "Why do the winds never blow in one direction on this strange land?!" he hissed. The many rapids and tall trees provided very strong and unpredictable winds that changed direction frequently. How do these cats catch any prey here? he thought irritably. Every piece of prey in the forest would scent you before you could get a paw close! I can't imagine how they're hunting enough to feed themselves in THIS leafbare.

He snapped his head back in the direction of his patrol as the white she-cat raised her voice. "I hear voices from over there!" The she-cat pointed with her muzzle in the direction of a row of large cedar trees that faded into more dense bushes and longer grass. The tom growled with satisfaction and began quietly padding in the direction of the cluster of voices. The white she-cat and the brown tom followed close at his heels. None of them had eaten for sunrises. They were exhausted. But they knew why they were here. We found them. . . He smirked.

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@sassy1085 Are you still here?

Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

Yeth!