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The Rise of WillowClan

Fernstar: WillowClan Camp

Fernstar's ears pricked at the sound of her name from the returning patrol, and she was suddenly perplexed at the scent of a strange cat as well. Glancing quickly at Blackpelt, she said sternly and quietly under her breath, "We'll talk more about this later. I want to know everything and every CAT you saw. It is VERY important that you remember. Return to your den; we'll be leaving soon. Jumping down from her den, she padded across the camp in darkness until she reached the center of camp where Brambletail, Spidernose and Redleap were standing, a strange skinny tom in tow. Cautiously, she circled the tom, sizing him up. Clearly he wasn't much of a threat. . . His pelt was matted and unkempt, he looked like he hadn't eaten in a moon and it was obvious that he was anxious. "Did you find him on our territory?" Fernstar asked as she faced her warriors. Honestly, she was surprised this skinny tom had even made it this far into the dense forest without freezing to death or getting picked off by something. He must have come from somewhere close by surely?

Her paws itched underneath her with desire to begin her journey to the Moonpool and a patrol bringing a strange cat back to camp was not something she wanted to worry about while she was gone from camp. To keep her Clan safe, she needed to get to the Moonpool and receive her nine lives from StarClan. She could protect them from anything then. . .

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Maplestream: WillowClan Territory

Maplestream watched the small patrol turn back towards camp, the small skinny stray at their heels, looking about anxiously. She flicked her tail in amusement at the skinny tom's behavior. It was evident that he was not accustomed to wild territory; given away by the shiny kittypet tag hanging from his neck. Fernstar is going to throw that thing into the rapids when she sees it! That's if she thinks he can cut it as a Clan cat. . . Fernstar was very receptive to accepting new cats into WillowClan, especially in this harsh of a leaf bare; but Maplestream knew her selection wasn't at all random or unconditional. Accepting a cat into the Clan who could not pull their own weight could be just as damaging as not having enough cats. The last thing the Clan needed right now was another mouth to feed who wasn't helping to feed other mouths.

Looking down as the patrol left, she wondered if she should follow them back to camp and see how Fernstar was going to deal with the newcomer. But she quickly jerked her thoughts away from the newcomer; her task was more important. It was important that she completed her task; not just to spare herself the anxiety, but for Fernstar's safety as well. Her Clanmates would wonder where she had gone, but she couldn't be concerned about that now. It would only be a day or two; and she needed to keep her friend safe. Making sure the patrol was out of sight and noticing the direction of the wind, she quietly jumped down from the tree she was in and looked around. She could see where the glade of tall trees thinned out onto flatter land and approached the rapid nearest to camp. She would make her way in that direction. When Fernstar leaves with Blackpelt at dawn, they will almost certainly follow the rapids. It's the easiest way to explore territory and makes it harder to get lost. I need to make sure not to let my scent linger for too long. . . Padding sideways into a cluster of bushes, she found a pile of wet leaves. Much to her disgust, she knew the musty smell of the damp dirt would be an excellent way to hide her scent. She flopped down and rolled over on the pile a few times making sure to dampen all her fur. Shaking her pelt and cringing at the scent, she broke into a run following the edges of the rapid. She would be back before anyone noticed she was gone. . . she hoped.

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@Ambra Not gonna lie, kind of intimidated by how long everyone else's posts are xD

The Rise of WillowClan

@sassy1085 That's sad to hear considering I just posted the beginning of the main plot point tonight. It was just about to get exciting

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Somewhere on WillowClan Territory. . .

Folding his ears back and squinting his eyes against the wind, the skinny black tom snaked quietly over the short grass and stopped quickly by the roots of a large tree, lashing his tail in frustration. He glanced behind him to make sure his patrol was close behind. A strong brown tom and a pure white she-cat crested the slope and stopped alongside the black tom. Opening his jaws to taste the air around him, his ears perked at the scent of cats nearby. They were close. "Why do the winds never blow in one direction on this strange land?!" he hissed. The many rapids and tall trees provided very strong and unpredictable winds that changed direction frequently. How do these cats catch any prey here? he thought irritably. Every piece of prey in the forest would scent you before you could get a paw close! I can't imagine how they're hunting enough to feed themselves in THIS leafbare.

He snapped his head back in the direction of his patrol as the white she-cat raised her voice. "I hear voices from over there!" The she-cat pointed with her muzzle in the direction of a row of large cedar trees that faded into more dense bushes and longer grass. The tom growled with satisfaction and began quietly padding in the direction of the cluster of voices. The white she-cat and the brown tom followed close at his heels. None of them had eaten for sunrises. They were exhausted. But they knew why they were here. We found them. . . He smirked.

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@sassy1085 Are you still here?

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Yeth!

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Hey everyone! Keep a close eye on the IC in the next couple days. This entire time has just been character development. . . The REAL fun is about to begin ;)

The Rise of WillowClan

Fernstar: WillowClan Camp

Fernstar's fur lifted along her spine and her eyes widened. Her thoughts raced as she got to her feet and began pacing back and forth in front of Blackpelt, trying to think of how this could be possible. My Mother told me the Dark Forest was destroyed in the Great Battle. . . How could it be resurfacing? The Dark Forest can't exist without StarClan; so why wouldn't they have prevented it? Are they powerful enough to stop it? She tried to smooth her fur and sat down to address the medicine cat. "How did you hurt yourself? What were you doing there?" In her anxiety, she began to wonder if Blackpelt truly WAS being followed by the cats of the Dark Forest, or if he was CHOOSING to be there. . . Medicine cats were the only ones who could visit the Dark Forest in their dreams as well as when the journeyed to the Moonpool; but she wondered why Blackpelt would have any reason to be going to the Dark Forest willingly? Shaking herself free of her thoughts, she gazed at Blackpelt, waiting for his response. Her journey to the Moonpool might be even more important than she had originally thought. . .

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Riversong

Age: 30 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: MistClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Long-haired sleek blueish grey she cat with a white muzzle, white paws and white flecks on her ears and tail tip with deep blue eyes
Personality: Quiet and mysterious, she is very observant, but not in an anxious way. She knows how to use her looks and charm to her advantage and has a very easy time getting other cats to like her. She is flirtatious, curious and intelligent. Her biggest flaw is her tendency to get tunnel vision. When fighting for or pursuing something she wants, she easily loses sight of other important things around her and has trouble keeping her priorities straight.
Biography: Born in the midst of a Twoleg city and spending very little time with her Mother, Riversong had to learn quickly how to get enough food to survive and stay warm in any way she could. As she grew, she realized that Twolegs were VERY easy to charm into giving her what she needed. Rubbing herself against legs and meowing the sweetest meows, she was always warm and properly fed, bouncing from Twoleg den to Twoleg den. However, as she grew into a proper she-cat, she started yearning for more cats like her. So, she taught herself to hunt and started venturing further and further from the Twoleg village she was born in. She finally stumbled upon the cats of MistClan, and finally felt like she could make a happy home among them
Apprentice: None
Mate: None
Kits: None

Petalwhisper

Age: 60 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: DuskClan
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: Orange and black tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and green eyes
Personality: Practical and wary, some would say she is cold and does not show her feelings very well. Her biggest concern is protecting her Clan, by any means necessary and making sure the Clan is strong at all times. She is strict but also rewards good deeds and skill with lofty esteem
Biography: Having been a stray since she was kitted, Petalwhisper needed no help learning how to hunt and fight by the time she made her way into the tunnels of DuskClan. Born in the wild, she spent almost no time with her Mother before being thrown out of the nest and told to fend for herself. With no one to protect or feed her, she nearly died on multiple occasions, only being saved by stray cats that took pity on her, or Twolegs leaving food out for her. As she grew, she began to hear talk of Clans of cats who took care of each other and defended their territory and she felt as if she could finally have something to fight for. Showing her fierce hunting skills and amazing practicality, she quickly showed her worth and was eventually appointed deputy.
Apprentice: None
Mate: None
Kits: None