Gathering Dark [ShadowClan Meeting]

[Willow]

Night was falling fast, silverpelt already glowed bright in the sky. The days were growing shorter and shorter and the weather, colder and colder. A chill wind blew across the swampy territory of ShadowClan, only partially caught by the bramble walls of the camp. Clouds were visible in the darkening sky. Shadows of grey upon black.

Willowstar's thoughts were as dark as the sky above as she stared into the heavens. Yellow eyes were clouded and stormy as her thoughts swirled around in her troubled mind. The events of the last gathering were still heavy in her mind. War was coming, but when and where, she did not know. What front would she attack? ThunderClan, those weak, cowering cats to the south? Or RiverClan, the rivals for WindClan's territory to the west?

Whever she attacked, it would be soon. The longer she waited, the more time she gave her enemies to prepare. It was time to address the Clan. Willowstar stood and stretched before padding to the rock formation from which she called Clan meetings. With a single, graceful movement, Willowstar ascended the stones and stood for a moment, observing the going-ons of her dusk-shrouded camp. Despite the dark, most warriors were still awake, eating and sharing tongues.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a Clan meeting!" the familiar words rolled easily off her tongue as she called her Clan to her.

The lithe leader stood and waited as the feline shapes moved from their places all around the camp to convene beneath the stones. None of them looked puzzled, they had all been anticipating this meeting for days. Not yet had their leader mentioned the gathering, it was time she did. Time she announced her plans.

[{Otter}]

The words roused the small apprentice from her comfortable dreams. Fawnpaw lifted her head and glanced around the dark apprentice den, listening to the stirring of her fellow apprentices. She was surprised that she wasn't the last one out--usually Stagpaw was the first one at any meeting.

There was no question as to why Willowstar had called a meeting. There had been no more mention of the challenges set down at the past Gathering, a gathering which Fawnpaw had attended with nervous excitement and in which she had not spoken a single word or understood everything that had happened. Surely Willowstar would explain now. Maybe...maybe they wouldn't fight. Maybe they wouldn't have to. Fawnpaw didn't like the idea of trying to hurt any of those cats she'd seen at the Gathering. Some of them had seemed unkind, of course, but it wasn't like she wanted to hurt them....

The air was cold and icy as she stepped forth into the leafbare afternoon, and the small apprentice could not suppress a shiver as an icy wind cut through her short, soft tawny fur. Like most cats, she didn't appreciate leafbare. The grass was crunchy and covered in frost as she padded to the group of stones, atop which her leader and mentor stood. The quiet apprentice sat silently and waited for the rest of her Clanmates to appear. Where was Stagpaw? She was surprised he was not already here, staring up at Willowstar with his big eyes.

((Eh, crappy, sorry))

[Willow]

The night was cold, the moon was already shining in the darkening sky above. It bathed the creamy pelt of a female warrior in silvery light as she stepped from the warriors' den. Lilypelt had been enjoying a nap before her night-time patrol before she heard Willowstar's call pierce the frigid air. The she-cat stretched her paws out in front of her, arching her back in a long, luxurious stretch as her jaws opened in a wide yawn. Her eyes were half-closed with sleep as she padded into the clearing.

Warriors and apprentices crowded around the stone formation upon which Willowstar stood. Lilypelt's green eyes grew slightly more alert as she focused on her leader. So, finally they would be told what ShadowClan's plan of attack was. Lilypelt herself had not attended the last gathering, but she had heard plenty of details from the other warriors. She had gathered that the peace was about to be shattered in the forest yet again. Their lives had become a story of battles, of blood, of hatred. There was little else to life anymore.

It was that accursed moorland. It was the source of all this hostility, all this malice. If only WindClan were still there, occupying their old territory. Maybe then the Clans would not be going for each others' throats over the vacant territory. But, as it was, each Clan wanted to reign supreme over the rabbit-filled moorlands. Lilypelt let out a soft sigh as her sleepiness left her and her gaze sharpened on Willowstar. She would order them to fight, no doubt. She was proud, Willowstar, too proud. She would never back down, not even in the face of certain death.

But would Lilypelt fight if her leader ordered it? Fight over land that was not theirs and contained only stringy rabbits as a prize? She was not sure.

[tenacious]

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a Clan meeting!"

Oh, great StarClan! He had a reputation to uphold; he was generally the first cat to arrive at Clan meetings, looking up at Willowstar as if she was about to tell him if he was going to live or die. Intense, curious…but, now…oh, now she had to call a meeting, when the young tom looked like some sort of ruffian! He let out a huff as he sat upright in his nest, having fallen asleep the moment he had come in from wandering around outside the camp. Stagpaw looked down at his pelt; his chest fur was streaked with mud and, after flicking an ear experimentally, the tom concluded that he had somehow gotten moss in his ears. He huffed again, “Mouse-brained moss- doesn’t need to stick to my ear. It can stick to my pelt if it really has to be all clingy,” the tom muttered in between licks as he washed the mud from his chest fur. His ears continued twitching; the moss was irritable.

Only after he had cleaned all mud and debris from his pelt did Stagpaw shake his head viciously, sending the moss fluttering to the chilled earth. Then, the tom stood, arching his back in a stretch. He wondered what Willowstar wanted to tell the Clan; there had been a Gathering and Fawnpaw (lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky cat!) had gotten to go along. While wandering around camp, Stagpaw had, indeed, heard mutterings, but the tom hadn’t asked any cat. It was Leaf-bare and cats were grouchier. He didn’t want to get his pelt clawed off due to mouse-brained questions. After shaking his legs, Stagpaw padded out of the apprentice den, his eyes searching for Fawnpaw. She wasn’t too hard to find and the stocky tom grinned as he hurried towards her, nearly running into Lilypelt. “Sorry!” he mewed quickly, though he did not pause until he reached Fawnpaw. Then, the tom flopped down on his rump and looked over at his sister, eyes twinkling, “You bet me. Lucky day for you.”

[Willow]

Willowstar'syellow gaze scanned the gathered cats critically. Where was Duskfrost? She shrugged ever so slightly. No matter, her deputy already knew her thoughts, he didn't have to be here. Wind ruffled her short fur as she stood tall atop the boulder. She waited a moment for the cats to settle down and began speaking when they were all looking up at their leader expectantly.

Her voice was strong and loud, carrying easily over the leaf-bare wind. "You all know what happened at the last gathering. We staked a claim on WindClan's land as did RiverClan. However, the cowards of ThunderClan have chosen to abstain from this fighting." She paused and let her eyes drift over her Clan again before continuing. There were some who would disagree with her next words, but that was no matter. They would follow her into battle regardless.

"Upon returning from the gathering, I thought long and hard. Why do we need WindClan's rabbits? We don't, they are stringy and hard to catch. We can let RiverClan wear out their paws on the moors only to come home empty pawed. We will not fight for WindClan territory either." Willowstar let a smirk spread across her face as yowls of protest and outrage came from the cats. She laughed inwardly.

"Quiet!" the leader yelled, silencing the outrage. "It is true we will not fight for WindClan territory. But we will fight, my Clan. Yes, we will fight those who back down from a challenge. We will bring the challenge to them." She grinned and raised her voice to a triumphant yowl. "We will fight ThunderClan for their own territory!" She did not mean all of it, it was not her intention to drive ThunderClan out, only to teach them a lesson and steal some of the territory across the Thunderpath. Easily accessible through the tunnels.

[tenacious]

Stagpaw thought Willowstar would go on telling her Clan a quick overview; how they would strike RiverClan. But the she-cat’s words surprised him and surprise flooded the young cat’s eyes. They would not fight for the moor? They would back down? He dug his claws into the ground and let out a slight mew of protest; perhaps it was wrong to do so, being only an apprentice, but Stagpaw couldn’t help it! He spoke out when he thought something was wrong- there was nothing else to it. And this…this was wrong. They had to fight for the moorland; it had prey, they could learn how to hunt the rabbits just as well as WindClan once had! Was Willowstar going senile?

”Quiet!” Willowstar yelled and Stagpaw immediately fell silent. He was opinionated and outspoken, yes, but he would not anger the ShadowClan leader. He frowned in confusion as she went on; they would fight…but who? Her next words made Stagpaw’s eyes widen with alarm. Fighting for a territory no Clan had yet claimed was one thing! But stealing territory from ThunderClan…He looked over at Fawnpaw for a quick second before sweeping his gaze across all the other ShadowClan cats. Where was Duskfrost? What did the surly deputy think of this?

Stagpaw dug his claws into the ground. He did not find it right to fight ThunderClan for their territory- what if RiverClan teamed up with them? The water cats would probably love to fight against the Clan that had backed down from the challenge with the moor. Then again…if RiverClan stayed out of the fight, their Clan would go without injuries. They would be stronger and they’d have extra territory. This would end in nothing but disaster! Even if ShadowClan took some territory! He wanted nothing more then to object, but Stagpaw bowed his head and remained silent. If he had to, he would fight, only because he was unwilling to watch his Clan possibly lose and think, “What if I had helped?”

[dewcloud]

DEWCLOUD

Dewcloud was not a punctual cat. This meeting was no exception. She was organizing her herbs meticulously, burying the catmint she had taken from the roots of the Burnt Sycamore so as it wouldn't freeze. It wasn't as good as fresh catmint, no; however, a cat ill with whitecough or greencough wouldn't mind if it was a little stale. She was content with doing this for a while, her dappled ginger and brown paws working confidently with silent vigor. She'd recompense for the herbs she'd taken for herself. Her expression soured in a mite bit of self-disgust. Bored and unwilling to visit that, she decided to explore the rest of the camp.

A meeting? Why are we having a meeting? What needs to be discussed? She flicked her ears, wondering what that Willowstar had to say now. She privately thought Willowstar was a little naive - of course, Willowstar was many moons older than she, but even to Dewcloud's irrational mind her logic often seemed skewed. Perhaps it was just her. The tortoiseshell she-cat flicked her gaze across the camp, assessing the situation with concentration. It wasn't often she took care to the activity that surrounded her. Then again, it wasn't often the scenario was so easy to read. She vaguely heard Willowstar's commanding voice ring through the camp, entering the ears of the gathered members as if it were some sort of omniscient force that refused to be ignored.

"-- we will fight, my Clan. Yes, we will fight those who back down from a challenge. We will bring the challenge to them." Dewcloud idly watched her smirk as she yowled a cry made to summon the enthusiasm and fighting spirit in her Clan. "We will fight ThunderClan for their own territory!"

Silence, like the calm after a blizzard swept across the forest and blanketed the ground in snow. She sighed. It wasn't often she meddled in Clan affairs - I'd like to think I'm above that, thanks - but this was ridiculous. She had never really liked Willowstar, but she did have a sliver of respect for the powerful she-cat...even if it was only because she was her leader. Dewcloud had never been the type to expect others to follow her, to care deeply enough to yowl self-importantly like that through the camp for all to hear. No shame, no fear of judgement - it's not that Dewcloud was lacking in self-esteem, but she was a little less hierarchy-minded than that. Maybe it was the feeble amount of understanding the two had for each other's business that created the friction. Then again, she was the leader, and Dewcloud's business was hers as well...

Speak up, quietly express displeasure? Remain aloof? Generally the decision was to remain aloof, because the happenings in the clan were typically not of interest to her and that's just how the pebbles would fall. She, after a bit of light pondering, decided on the former choice. What's life without standing up for your beliefs, Dewcloud?

She padded up to the front of the mass of displeased and excited war-mongrels alike. They were equally easy to maneuver through. She grinned, despite herself. She relaxed her shoulders as she sat, curling her white-tipped tail over her feet as she sat casually. She wondered lightly whether or not Willowstar had a choleric temperament that would flare at her if she spoke against her, but the period of slight unrest was transient.

"Why would you attack ThunderClan for that? I understand that you're going with your instincts - I suppose. However, what's that going to solve? Anything at all?" While not often the voice of reason - quite the opposite, actually - her typically distant voice echoed with an authority that usually did not visit her at appropriate times.

WORDS: 606.
MUSE: Medium-lowish and from nowhere
OOC: Looks longer than it is, and I tend to ramble while shortish on muse. xD Sorry.

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[{Otter}]

In all truthfulness, Fawnpaw was lost. She sat by her brother and stared blankly at Willowstar and Dewcloud and any other cat that spoke up. She was confused. At the Gathering, Willowstar had seemed so eager to take WindClan's territory. She seemed so satisfied with fighting RiverClan for control. So why was she changing her mind and turning her sights on ThunderClan? What had ThunderClan done to provoke her to this? She just didn't get it.

Stagpaw seemed to be following the flow perfectly well, though. Her brother was perfectly attuned to the politics of Clan life. He was the one who had to explain these things to her, and she was glad to have him. However, he didn't look satisfied. Fawnpaw glanced at her brother and clearly saw his frustration and disapproval. Great StarClan, was he about to say something? Surely he wouldn't! What right did they, two new apprentices, have to speak against Willowstar?

Tawny tail shifted to touch Stagpaw's side, but it turned out she didn't need to worry. Her brother stayed silent, and Fawnpaw released a soft breath of relief. Good StarClan, this was crazy. What was going to happen to ShadowClan? At least Dewcloud was speaking out--Fawnpaw envied her courage.

[Willow]

Lilypelt watched Willowstar through narrowed eyes as the ShadowClan leader announced her intentions of leaving WindClan's stringy rabbits to RiverClan. The pale she-cat blinked but then nodded amidst the cries of outrage around her. There was sense in Willowstar's words. Who really wanted to chase around rabbits on the moor all day when frogs were so much easier? Not Lilypelt.

But Willowstar was not done. There was a smirk, almost evil in nature, on the leader's face. She looked incredibly smug as she went on proudly. Lilypelt smirked faintly as well at the arrogance of their leader. It was similar to her own pride. With a small spark of understanding, Lilypelt focused on what the tabby was announcing. Attack ThunderClan? Lilypelt stared, dumbfounded for a minute. Then the smirk returned.

Lilypelt had never claimed to be an exceedingly loyal cat, her romance with a RiverClan tom had proved that. However, on this matter, she agreed with her headstrong leader. If they truly wanted prey, ThunderClan's lands were far superior. Not to mention those yellow-bellied cowards needed a taste of the battle they were trying to hide from. She jumped to her paws as mews of dissent began to come from the other cats. Fawnpaw and Stagpaw looked unhappy. But they were apprentices, they wouldn't dare speak.

It was Dewcloud, their medicine cat, that voiced her disapproval. Lilypelt tipped her head to one side as she looked at the she-cat. Since when did she try to see actual reason? Everyone knew that, however skilled she might be, Dewcloud wasn't all there mentally. The creamy warrior definitely hadn't expected her to speak out on this matter.

Unafraid to add her opinion to the matter, Lilypelt stood tall and looked up at Willowstar. "I agree with Willowstar!" she called out about the mutters all around. "What use are WindClan's stringy rabbits? We'll be so worn out chasing those things that we'll have to eat them right there on the moor to keep up our strength and bring nothing back to the kits and elders. However, ThunderClan's prey is easier to catch and more suited for our hunting style. And," she added with a significant look in her gleaming eyes. "They have hid from battle for far too long. Let Elkstar face a real challenge for once and see how she stands up to the pressure then."

She took her seat again, lips still curved in a smirk. The same arrogance her leader had was shining through on the pale she-cat. Lilypelt held her head high, immune to any comments her Clanmates might throw at her. She had learned long ago that the opinions of others did not matter.

[Willow]

Yellow eyes blazed as Willowstar watched the reactions of her Clan. She had expected some disagreement, but not this much. Were they forgetting who they were? Forgetting they were proud, strong warriors? How could her Clan not see the sense in her plan? If she forced Elkstar into the battle, ThunderClan could end up fighting a two-front battle. If they lost land to ShadowClan, they would have no choice but to challenge RiverClan for WindClan territory. Their young leader could finally have a taste of what real leadership was.

Her eyes were slits as she waited for the muttering and growling to die down. Then a voice rose about it all. Dewcloud. Did she have some advice from StarClan on this matter. Willowstar turned her head to look at the tortoiseshell she-cat, eyes questioning and hopeful now. But as the young cat spoke, the fire was ignited again in the grey female's eyes. She had never known Dewcloud to speak out like this.

Willowstar bared her teeth, about to respond when another voice issued forth from the gathered cats, causing the leader to pause. This time it was a warrior, Lilypelt. Willowstar looked at her quizzically. She knew her ties to ShadowClan were not strong and that her pride and vanity surpassed even her own. It was not at all surprising that she spoke up. However, her words were surprising to the ShadowClan leader.

The pale warrior was backing her up. Willowstar let a smug expression fall back on her face. Her least loyal warrior, one who had no faith in StarClan, agreed with her. Why did no one else?

"Quiet!" she growled again, her tone harsher this time. Willowstar stood on the edge of the boulder, tail straight up and head held high. She scanned her Clan with eyes of yellow fire once before going on in a commanding yowl. "Do none of you think? ThunderClan is remaining out of this battle. Why? Elkstar claims a pacifist reason. But is there something deeper? Perhaps ThunderClan is weak, unable to extend their borders. Maybe they are also unable to defend them. When we take parts of their land they will be left with two choices: Drive us off or go into WindClan territory. And if they do not manage the first option -- as they should not -- they will try for WindClan. Then they will be fighting a two-front war. Eventually, they will forget about us in the preoccupation with RiverClan. And there we are, victorious with little bloodshed while the other two Clans scrabble over a few stringy rabbits."

Argue that. she silently dared them.

[dewcloud]

DEWCLOUD

All eyes were on Dewcloud, it seemed. Annoying. As she swept the surrounding area slowly, trying to read everyone that didn't back their gaze down as soon as she looked them in the eye. She was surprised to see that the response was generally positive. The only active supporter of Willowstar's plan - other than herself, of course - was an anomaly of a little cat. She seemed dull, like she was just repeating what Willowstar had said and not really agreeing; however, Dewcloud remembered that the beautiful she-cat didn't believe in StarClan and how she privately admired her courage in being so open with it. She can't be that stupid; maybe group discussion just isn't her forte. Dewcloud herself sometimes didn't believe that her moonstone-sent dreams were reality - or that anything she percieves is reality, at times - so it must take a lot of strength to be so set in StarClan's nonexistence. Oh yes, wasn't she pregnant once? Did they die at birth or something? I can't recall their names...

What was her name again? Lilyfur? Lilytail? Common suffix...I want to say Lilypad, but that's probably not right; Willowstar wouldn't do something so lame. She isn't a sadist, I don't think. Just hungry for a little bit of action, is all. Well, now she is. Why would she be hungry for action when she gave an apprentice their name? Well, unless the apprentice was very boring. Then again, I don't know what Willowstar considers boring. Maybe she-cats like Lilypad are boring to a seasoned leader...but she's not all that seasoned, right? Born much before myself, but...not the leader in my mother's mother's time, I don't suppose. Not even for most of my mother's time, to think on it. She's less experienced than she gives herself credit for.

Dewcloud didn't want to waste breath responding to Lily-whatever as she thought, knowing that anything she said would be challenged by Willowstar and then restated by Lily-whatever. She looked at her leader expectantly, knowing that it was probably about time for her to say something in return. Things didn't seem to be going her way, and the more she defended herself the more tension would hang in the air.

"--Do none of you think? ThunderClan is remaining out of this battle. Why? Elkstar claims a pacifist reason..."

Dewcloud stopped listening after that, letting Willowstar's spiel fade out like the hum of a bee would after it had flown around your head for some time. She didn't want to swat at the bee, not wanting to get stung. The proper course of action would be to ignore, and ignore she did. She knew she didn't want to hear anything about Willowstar's pointed dislike of harmony or listen to her reinforce what she already knew: Willowstar did not care about much aside from her own personal affairs. Anything for ShadowClan, no matter the casualties suffered elsewhere. Ew.

She walked back into the crowd after she was done, tail high. She had accomplished something inwardly - she knew what she found wrong with Willowstar. That was enough to raise that dappled tail high in the air, in a display of confidence that was a mite out of place considering she didn't even begin to repute her claim that Willowstar was being irrational.

The she-cat sat down neatly and began to absently groom her fur. I deserve it, after all.

WORDS: 544.
MUSE: I'm very in-character. I started trying to write it from "I". xD So...high muse! Lots of italicized thought.
OOC: Dewcloud's slipping

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[Willow]

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[atrb=background,http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r230/Mica556/willowtablebg.png] Willowstar’s gaze passed again over her gathered Clan. There was little response to her words. The cats were silent, even Dewcloud who had challenged her originally. So, they cannot find a good argument to my logic now, can they? she thought with a smug expression on her tabby face. The ShadowClan leader raised her eyes skyward, looking at the darkening heavens. It was late and the moon was almost non-existent. It was time for rest, time for recuperation. They would attack at sunrise. Her warriors needed their sleep. “We attack at sunrise!” she declared loudly for all to hear. They had to be swift or Elkstar might begin to suspect something. They had to catch ThunderClan unawares. An early morning ambush would do just that. “Our target is the land around the Snakerocks. It is not overly coveted by ThunderClan, but when they have lost it, they will realize just how much they truly needed it.” She stood upon the boulder, tail erect and pale eyes glowing. Her cats were strong, but so were ThunderClan’s. This would be no easy battle, she knew that much. But she also knew that they had a good chance at victory so long as they executed the plan correctly. And she would make sure they did. “Remember, we are warriors. We do not kill needlessly. We will not get innocent blood on our paws. We are not ruthless. Also, we are not martyrs. If the battle turns ill, if you are overwhelmed, run back. Do not get yourself killed out there, do you understand?” She doubted her Clan was stupid enough to stay and fight a losing battle, but she had seen such heroics before. It got you nowhere. If it was a martyr’s death you hoped for, then maybe that was the way to go, but for average cats, running was the best course of action. It was not a cowardly response but a logical one. She herself would run back to camp if there was no hope. However, Willowstar would stay until the end. She had lives to spare, her cats did not. “I will lead the patrol. Wolfclaw, Lilypelt, Crowfrost, Swampclaw and Mottledhawk will come with me. I will not take untrained apprentices into this battle, you shall remain in the camp with Blackmoon and Dreamfeather.” Pale yellow eyes clouded as she left out a name. Duskfrost. Where was he? She shook herself and stared off into the distance. “Duskfrost will remain behind as well, if ever he shows up,” she added softly. If he did not turn up soon, she would have to come up with a solution. After all, she couldn’t lead without a deputy. “Rest now and eat.” She leapt down onto the cold ground and nodded to her cats, telling them silently that they were dismissed. Her tail dragged slightly as she headed towards her den beneath the roots of a great oak tree. Her mind was preoccupied with the disappearance of her deputy and the coming battle. Tonight, Willowstar would be unable to sleep. ___________________________________ words xx 508 audience xx ShadowClan music xx Humanoid -- Chevelle comments xx Table! =D

[tenacious]

Ooc: -steals table- You saw nothing!

Bic:
Sunrise. Swampclaw flicked an ear as he listened from his spot by the warrior’s den, far away from the majority of his Clanmates. He rarely interacted with them and the mottled tom saw no reason to do so now. His yellow eyes traveled up to the darkening heavens and they narrowed; would StarClan be angered? Surely not! ShadowClan needed territory and ThunderClan needed to be taught a lesson. His claws sank into the ground, a reaction to the butterflies flying in his stomach. Not necessarily nerves, but a mixture of fear and some other unknown emotion. If StarClan was angered, Swampclaw figured his Clan would pay dearly. The ferociously loyal tom allowed a snarl to slip between his clenched teeth before he returned his attention to Willowstar, as she was speaking once more.

Snakerocks would be a good target and the early morning attack would catch ThunderClan off guard- their warriors would be slow to react, Swampclaw suspected, without a proper warning. He flicked an ear as his leader continued on, hissing slightly. He would never kill another warrior, nor would he ever harm an apprentice or kit, but wouldn’t turning back, if the battle got bad, make them the cowards? In Swampclaw’s opinion, it would.

ThunderClan must never view ShadowClan as cowardly, Swampclaw thought, tail lashing.

Excitement flooded the tom’s eyes as he was chosen to go on the patrol. When Sunrise came, Swampclaw would be more then ready. The tom flexed his muscles before standing and turning around, slipping silently into the shadows of the warrior’s den. He would need to rest and catch up on his sleep, unless he wanted to wake up tired and have his tail kicked.

[blackie]

Crowfrost let out a breif nod. Boy did this situation sound familar. However it was not her leading the patrol over there this time. Mallowfang was dead however. Nothing could go wrong this time right? All that could go run was a serious injury no cat would die at sunrise would they? She could only hope that this would be true."Right...Of course Willowstar..." Her eyes were filled with battle hatred already however most of this fight would not be for territory in her eyes. She would be fighting for her parents. She hoped that she would get her claws on the cats that killed them. That is however if they were still alive.....


Her eyes fell on Wolfclaw. This time he would be going with her. This time she would not have to promise someone her return. If she died she died. Perhaps she would die with some honor to her own clan. One could only hope."Do we have a set strategy...or are we just attacking?" Crowfrost asked. She flicked her ears and looked over to Wolfclaw. Then to the nursery where her sister was, and over to another part of the clearing where her brother was sitting. She had something to fight for...this time...