Camp Clearing

[*~Trent~*]

Most activities happen here, like clan meetings.

[*~Trent~*]

Silverstar padded out of her den, and stretched in the light. She stood up straight to her full height, and surveyed the campsite clearing, decided which cat to take hunting. She walked up to Whisperingsoul, deciding it was about time to go hunting with her old mentor.

"Hey, Whisperingsoul. Would you go hunting with me?" Silverstar asked. Even though she was leader, and could order this cat to go hunting with her, it didnt feel right to order around her mentor, the cat that trained her, who was responsible for Silverstar making it this far.

[Bubbles]

Whisperingsoul turned, seeing her old apprentice. She nodded her head respectfully. Her previous apprentice was a bit of a merciless and cruel cat, so she wanted to avoid being on the leaders bad side. "I would be honored to hunt with my apprentice again," she said. She turned her head, and licked the fur smooth on her dark silver shoulder. She stood up, ready to go. "lead the way," she offered.

[*~Trent~*]

** to the pine forest! **

[Narcissa]

**Oh, Trent I asked this on Nightviper's form, but you probably didn't see it so I'll ask again; Can he be Silverstar's father?**

[*~Trent~*]

** yep he can be her dad. sorry, I kinda just skim over forms to make sure everything necessary is filled out **

[Narcissa]

**It's fine, haha!**

Groaning and creaking, the scruffy black tom stretched out in the center of the clearing. His fur was ruffled, almost greasy, and tangled. Nightviper, the tom, was obviously not one to groom himself. Arthritis had taken his old bones, and he could barely stretch to groom himself. It was doubtful, anyway, that any cat would even try to tell him to clean himself up. Or try to do it themselves, as that would earn them a nice scar. The Elder was bad-tempered as a warrior, and just has gotten worse, without kittypets availabe for torment. Apprentinces would do, however.

[*~Trent~*]

Silverstar strolled back into camp, her clean coat shining in the light. Her blue eyes scanned the clearing. She saw Greytail, her medicine cat. She strolled over, noticing an anxious expression on his face.

[SomebodyDude]

"Silverstar I had a dream last night"Greytail unhappily blurted out. His tail flicked back and forth nervously for a few seconds before he caught her eyes and quickly talked agian"It does not prove good to us."His fur was almost on end, his ears flicked back and forth disgruntedly.

[Bubbles]

Whisperingsoul strolled into the clearing after Silverstar, heading the opposite direction, to the fresh kill pile. She neatly placed her rabbit on top of the pile, and pulled out a small mouse from the bottom of the pile. Better not let it become crowfood, it looked old, and she needed a snack. She flicked her ears in the direction of her superiors, but sighed. Her old ears couldn't hear. Oh well. She walked away, looking for a cat to entertain herself with.

[*~Trent~*]

Silverstar instantly perked up, standing up straighter, her ears pricked forward. "What was it?" she asked in a hushed tone. She glanced around the clearing, nervous for listening ears. "To my den," she ordered, and slunk off to her den, disappearing into the darkness.

[SomebodyDude]

"Yes Silverstar",The large white and grey tom mumbled back. He could feel something wrond with the past few days and his dream had proved his theory of something wrong. It had utterly disturbed him. He trotted to the den, calm as che could be under what he had saw.

[*~Trent~*]

Silverstar sat down, and wrapped her long tail over her delicate gray paws. "So what did you see?" she asked curiously.

[SomebodyDude]

"The four trees in the snow. Then I saw Boldstripe[making random name for the medicine cat before Greytail]. I followed him to my den, where he said that we will need the streagth of the starclan soon. He was gone into snow flakes soon after."The white medcine cat explained. He stared at his paws. Still completely unsure of what the dream ment.

[*~Trent~*]

Silverstar squinted, a nasty habbit she full-filled whenever she was confused. 'Hmmmm' she sighed. Than she snorted, and let out a laugh. "Ha! What power does Starclan have?" she joked, releasing that she didn't have much faith in her warrior ancestors. Just a bunch of clumsy old dead cats in her opinion. But if that belief appeased her clanmates, so be it.