The sun was now fully out of its hiding spot as Boone crept down the tree. He had decided to follow the stream north, the upstream direction. Every so often the strange scent of cats appeared on a tree, or the occasional water reed.(Waterclan Territory.) "What on Earth..?" Boone's head was spinning with thoughts. They must be the forest cats! His heart lept with excitement as he pressed on, hoping to see one for himself.
Brackenstar sighed with relief as the gathering was finally over. He had been longing for his den that was neatly pressed with moss and silky feathers. "Sunclan! With me!" He called out to his clan members, jogging into the trees. The familiar terrain of Sunclan was now visible, the only place Brackenstar would ever call 'home'. "Get some rest. I am proud of all of you for staying patient for so long," the leader mewed gazing at his warriors that began to crowd around. With that he turned and entered his den, ready for the sweet dreams to lure him in.
"Well, that was interesting," Duststripe remarked looking at the apprentice beside him. The sound of Shadowstar's voice rang in the air, signaling his clan mates to follow. "I must be off." He started to follow the Moonclan warriors around him when a strane feeling began to hold him back. "...But maybe we will meet again soon," he whispered over his shoulder, smirking when he met Morningpaw's gaze.
The tom had only drempt of his days as a meer apprentice, learining the way of the warrior code. It was the best sleep he had received in moons, since it was not interupted by the strange ghostly cats who pleaded to have them in their training. Just as he was exiting the den to start off the morning, the shouts of Shadowstar made him freeze in his tracks and scan the clearing. His eyes followed a black pelt dashing away into the forest, but then set upon one of the apprentices who lay hopeless in the middle of the camp. Blood trailed from its body, as the clan began to huddle around the apprentice to see what damage had been done.
