🕺🕺🕺 LETS GOO this is finally done HAHA //
Mistpaw started to reply but was interrupted by Squirrelstar's greeting. She looked up as the RiverClan leader made her way to the tree. "I've got to go back to my Clanmates." She said, turning back to Skunkstripe. "I'll see ya around!" With that, she padded away to find Owlheart.
Skunkstripe twitched her tail, giving a quiet goodbye.
Now she sat alone. The dark pelted molly gazed around, many cats interacting during the peaceful truce.
It was only a few moments when suddenly a cat called her name and sat down beside her. Skunkstripe gazed over as Mothflight, a greyish she-cat, and one of her mates, Blueblaze, a blue tom with shocking red stripes, both sat down beside her.
It wasn’t long before Mothflight started a simple conversation with her.
"The gathering will start soon, Squirrelstar likes to start it almost as soon as she arrives." She said, watching the large ginger she-cat stride through the crowd towards the tree.
Springheart let out a small, “huh.” it wasn’t confused sounding, a little amazed if she was being honest.
“She’s still like that? I mean, it's nice to know that not much has changed with me being stuck in the nursery and all.” she chuckled, “And, she really seems to be excited. Perhaps her kits finally became warriors?” She remembered the big battle, one of Squirrelstar’s kits, Milkpaw, had passed and according to witnesses, was unfortunately killed by Whitestar's claws.
’That fox-hearted, snake-tongued, kit killer… He’s rotting in the darkest corners of the dark forest… I just know it.'
Springheart watched forced her fur to lie flat at the thought. Watching as Squirrelstar talked with Grovethorn, who sat where the deputies sat between the large, gnarled roots of the tree the leaders sat on.
Squirrelstar smirked before she dipped her head respectfully. She turned away as her deputy, Silversong, sat next to Grovethorn. Squirrelstar, despite her age, didn’t even seem to struggle as she leaped high and took her spot beside Shadowclaw. Well, Shadowstar?
Springheart assumed he was now Shadowstar.
Hawkwillow whined as Barkclaw started to push him towards the group of warriors but started walking there on his own with minimal force. He looked over his shoulder, "Please come with me-"
Barkclaw opened his maw to speak before he sighed, nodding. He stood up and padded next to his littermate, “alright, lead the way, you love-struck mouse.” he purred teasingly.
Stormpaw was walking around the gathering, Squirrelstar had made her entrance very clear, but he was eager and determined to make some new friends from all the clans before the gathering ended.
He had befriended a couple of RiverClan apprentices, Shypaw and Pondpaw. Pondpaw was very energetic and just like his name suggested, Shypaw was quite shy. Stormpaw hadn’t even heard the curly-furred speak the entire time he had talked to the two sleek-pelted apprentices.
He sighed as he neared a corner of the island and sat down, he had a pretty good view of the gathering, many groups of cats sat together talking. All of the clans were mingling together and ShadowClan was the topic of every conversation within earshot.
’Maybe I’ll make friends with a ShadowClan apprentice!’ The dark brown tabby tom thought excitedly. He gazed around, maybe he could befriend the gray molly he saw walking beside Gingerflake? He looked around the island, trying to find some young-looking cat to talk to. Even a young warrior would work, for StarClan’s sake! Then he paused, suddenly feeling worried.
What if he ended up talking to a cat that wasn’t even real? He shook his head, letting out a quiet sigh. He didn’t want to risk it.. he already did it once, a couple of times really, but the most recent time was a couple of days ago.
He was eating a rabbit right before bed as he had been on patrols all day and he was starving.
He remembered what the cat looked like. It was a dark-furred tom with long limbs and black tabby striped legs.
Stormpaw had pushed the sandy-brown rabbit towards the long tom and said that he could finish it, the tom just looked at him and Stormpaw repeated himself. It was only seconds later that the tom had disappeared into thin air, and Stormpaw realized it was another spirit.
The WindClan tabby could only huff at the memory; maybe he could hang out with Mistpaw, or some other cat. Maybe he would visit the RiverClan apprentices again. ‘ask how fish tasted.
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Hopefully, there are no typos. Grammarly says i don't have any misspelled words so i think I'm good. Forgive me if there are any sentences that don't make sense- I've re-read this like- 18 times while listening/watching Mapleshade MAPS— //
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