Stonefall: WillowClan Camp
Finally, one of the stranger cats spoke, the skinny black tom lowering himself in a submissive stance as he did so. Stonefall relaxed a little bit as he spoke. Clearly, the three cats had faced a terrible time and had stumbled upon WillowClan’s camp in their hasty attempt to survive, which was something that Stonefall could understand.
At one point, all of the Clan cats had once been out on their own, in some form or another. So it stood to reason that these three were as well.
”I’m sorry to hear that you’ve faced such a tough time with those raccoons,” he meowed, his voice softening a little. He wasn’t ready to tell them about how few they were right now, though, because even though he trusted them, that was Clan business.
Not theirs.
”We can empty out a den for you to rest in. You can stay in our Nursery, and rest for the night, and we’ll keep guard of the camp to be sure no raccoons follow you. Duskwing, take guard at the camp entrance, please. I’ll watch over the Nursery so that our guests can rest safely,” he finished, gesturing towards the Nursery for the stranger cats, so that they would know that’s where they could go.
And he padded over to Spidernose, leaning into meow quietly in her ear, rubbing his side against her a little, ”I need them to think we’re together so I can talk to you in private,” he meowed softly, giving her a little lick on her neck, wishing that he was doing this for real, hoping that maybe in the future he could. ”I want you to guard the Warrior’s den tonight, but from the inside entrance. Honeypaw and Moosepaw are in there and I want them to feel safe. Okay?” and he pulled back, touching his nose to her flank once more.
”You ready to go to the Nursery?” he asked the stranger cats, directing his question to Felix, who seemed to be the primary speaker for the group.