This is a future story! To be used when we've run put of ideas. Don't post!! Thanks:).
Morningstar padded confidently down into the clearing, leading her warriors. StormClan cats were waiting for the Gathering to start. Scents mingled as they cautiously approached each other, still wary from last moon's Gathering. There had been no border disputes; the warriors did not attack each other; but still, they kept their distance.
Morningstar went over to Dappledstar and sat down beside her. They waited in silence for FireClan to arrive. Morningstar watched Dappledstar cautiously; her beige, grey, and light orange pelt glimmered in the moonlight. Morningstar felt a strange familiarity with Dappledstar; there was something about her, there was something about her pelt, her smell...
Just then, FireClan cats burst into the clearing with wild eyes. Morningstar's thoughts were whipped away as the warriors called out frantically. One voice rose above the others. It was Rowanfur, StormClan's deputy. His voice was calm and smooth.
"What's the matter?" he meowed simply, as if he was bored. Passing FireClan warriors gave him a desperate look, but no one answered his question. Pretty soon he yowled again, this time much louder: "What's going on?!"
The frantic cats stopped all at once, looking at Rowanfur with fear. One of the cats, a white she-cat with one black ear, padded shakily up to Rowanfur. Her fur was matted with blood, and she smelled like...
"Badgers have attacked our camp!" she yowled.
((By the way, Cinderpool, Frostsong and Featherwhisker were all there ))
Morningstar padded confidently down into the clearing, leading her warriors. StormClan cats were waiting for the Gathering to start. Scents mingled as they cautiously approached each other, still wary from last moon's Gathering. There had been no border disputes; the warriors did not attack each other; but still, they kept their distance.
Morningstar went over to Dappledstar and sat down beside her. They waited in silence for FireClan to arrive. Morningstar watched Dappledstar cautiously; her beige, grey, and light orange pelt glimmered in the moonlight. Morningstar felt a strange familiarity with Dappledstar; there was something about her, there was something about her pelt, her smell...
Just then, FireClan cats burst into the clearing with wild eyes. Morningstar's thoughts were whipped away as the warriors called out frantically. One voice rose above the others. It was Rowanfur, StormClan's deputy. His voice was calm and smooth.
"What's the matter?" he meowed simply, as if he was bored. Passing FireClan warriors gave him a desperate look, but no one answered his question. Pretty soon he yowled again, this time much louder: "What's going on?!"
The frantic cats stopped all at once, looking at Rowanfur with fear. One of the cats, a white she-cat with one black ear, padded shakily up to Rowanfur. Her fur was matted with blood, and she smelled like...
"Badgers have attacked our camp!" she yowled.
((By the way, Cinderpool, Frostsong and Featherwhisker were all there ))