Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Jul 7, 2010 19:15:32 GMT -6
That had taken much longer than she would have liked. It would have been easier if Ravenstar brought the four kits to Fourtrees so they wouldn't have had to go all the way back to WindClan the second time, but she supposed if that had happened, Specklestar would have had better motive to attack right then and there. She wouldn't have been able to put up much of a fight against the WindClan and RiverClan patrols, but maybe it was better not to tempt her in the first place. Ah well. What's done is done and Willowstar was just glad to finally be back home.
She padded into camp, in a much better mood now that she was on familiar ground and the issue of the badly behaved kits was behind her. Now she could get to introducing the Clan to their two new members and going back to her regular routine. She headed straight for the Highstump, leaped up and called the familiar words across camp, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join for a Clan meeting!" As she waited for her cats to gather from where they lay in camp and from their dens, she realized that this would be unexpected and most of them might not know why they have two new kits all of a sudden. It had been a surprise to her as well and she had agreed to the offer without thinking it over, but she was sure her Clan would agree that two new warriors could never be passed up. And they had RiverClan blood, after all.
"I know many of you don't know what's going on." she began once most of the Clan had gathered and quieted. "This morning I was met by a WindClan patrol who offered to give two of Rivermist's kits to RiverClan. The original plan was that they would be split two ways between ShadowClan and WindClan, but Ravenstar decided to separate them four ways instead. I went with Ravenstar to Fourtrees to inform Specklestar of this. Then went back to WindClan and got these two." she gestured to the two she-kits. "I expect for everyone to make them feel at home here. I have great expectations for them so treat them well.
"ShadowClan will probably be on the aggressive side now, and they have good reason to. We don't share borders with them but be prepared in the event that you do encounter them. It's better to be safe than sorry. I have confidence in this Clan that we'll be able to defend ourselves from ShadowClan if something happens. Don't worry yourselves, just be aware of the possibility of something happening."
She didn't want to continue rambling or worry her Clan of the possibility of a fight with ShadowClan. It probably wouldn't happen, but she felt the need to warn them just in case. Drawing the meeting to a close, Willowstar leaped down and padded back toward the new kits, aware that they probably wanted to know where they would be staying for the next three moons. "Come with me, I'll show you the nursery. You'll have plenty of time later to get to know your way around here." she mewed briefly, then set off toward the nursery.
By the time Brackenpelt had returned with the border patrol, Willowstar still hadn't returned. On edge and unable to relax, he had begun to pace around camp and then finally settled down to groom his fur. But he still couldn't stop wondering what had been so urgent that Willowstar had to leave without telling anyone what was going on. Some secret meeting between leaders maybe, in which case he was curious but knew he shouldn't snoop. Finally he had decided to eat and was able to get his mind off of the situation until he saw Willowstar's patrol finally arriving back in camp.
He noticed right away though, the suspicious scent of WindClan that still hung on the patrol. He noticed the two kits that were with them and his eyes narrowed. What was going on now? He stared after Willowstar and watched as she called the Clan meeting, then waited until she would explain. While he wasn't very pleased with outsiders coming into the Clan and calling themselves RiverClan cats, a smirk grew on his face when he thought of the trick that was pulled on ShadowClan. They were probably furious, and the big warrior suddenly couldn't wait to see if they would do anything about it. A battle would definitely be interesting, even if it was against the largest Clan in the forest. Things had been quiet for too long.
Silverstripe emerged from the warriors' den as he heard Willowstar call the meeting and looked curiously at the two new kits. Since when had this been decided? This was certainly a surprise, having two new Clan mates all of a sudden. They were two more mouths to feed, and the young warrior was already estimating how much more he would have to hunt during the day. But maybe it wasn't a bad thing, the two could be good warriors eventually. He watched Willowstar lead the kits toward the nursery and made a note to tell Dewleaf about the news in case she hadn't heard the meeting. He would have to go meet the kits later, but not until they were settled in.
Things had been dull in camp while Rabbitkit had been waiting for the cats to return. He had tried to come up with something fun for he and his brother to do but always ended up just lounging around camp wondering what Willowstar and her patrol were doing. When they finally returned he shot up and bounded over to the patrol, barely noticing Willowstar calling the meeting. "What's going on?" he asked wide-eyed when he saw the kits. "What are they doing here? Are they from another Clan?" He looked up at Leopardfang, wondering if he knew what was happening.
Fishing had been a lot different than he had expected. Shellclaw taught things... differently than Puddlepelt did, but it was sure fun. They gray tabby had been soaking wet by the time they returned to camp, but had a small fish to show for his effort, caught by Shellclaw's new hunting method. He enjoyed training with his new mentor, and for a while almost forgot that Puddlepelt was his mentor. Once she was recovered she would probably keep training him, and that almost made him a little sad. That didn't mean he still couldn't take tips from Shellclaw, did it?
He was placing his fish on the fresh-kill pile when he heard the meeting. Had he missed something while he was gone? Graypaw watched the two WindClan kits, noting how scared and lost they looked. He felt sorry for them and wondered if they would get used to living in RiverClan. Unsure of what to do now, he sat by the fresh-kill pile quietly, then went to work smoothing down his wet fur.
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