All credit to this writing goes to Sundance, Wolfpaw, and Hawksky, as well as the other authors of the TS chapters
Please use this as reference when creating your graphic novel part! You may omit parts that do not keep the plot moving but please stick close to the story!
TSGN PART 1
She purred in approval. “Nice catch!”
Copperclaw’s expression was not a look of satisfaction though. Her legs trembled slightly as if the ground was shaking below foot. Her amber eyes were balls of fear. “Badger!”
The creature lumbered towards them. Its black eyes showed no emotion, but were focused intensely on Copperclaw and her. Considering its large size the badger headed towards them quickly, its teeth brought back in a growl that rumbled so loud it seemed as if it could shake the forest. Blood stained its paws, which told Dawnmist this was the same badger that had attacked the rogue. This must be its territory!
“Run!” Dawnmist yowled, racing towards the log. Copperclaw immediately dropped her catch and sprung foreword, her long legs covered a great distance as she followed after Dawnmist.
Water trickled over Dawnmist’s paws as she leaped onto the hollow log first. Her footing suddenly slipped though and she almost went barreling into the water. She shrieked in surprise, trying to stop herself from falling. Copperclaw shoved into her side, helping to balance her. Dawnmist rooted her claws into the moss. “Thanks!” she panted.
The badger had caught up with them and flung itself onto the log. She could see its muscles rippling beneath its fur as it chased after them. Its jaws snapped through thin air; razor sharp teeth ready to tear flesh and fur.
Dawnmist skidded across the log as far as she could, but the badger was still on their heels. She glanced back at Copperclaw who had turned around to slash at the beast. She watched as the badger’s jaws locked down on Copperclaw’s tail. It would be surprising if anything remanded but a stub afterwards. “Copperclaw!” She gasped.
The brown tabby she-cat tried to fend off the badger still. Dawnmist quickly turned ahead, but when she took another step a load crack split through the air. She was frozen in fear. The log was going to break. They would fall into the fast river!
Dawnmist lowered herself so Copperclaw could leap over her and make it to shore first. “Jump!” She yowled.
Copperclaw swung around to look at Dawnmist who was just dodging the badger’s massive paw as it aimed for her head. The she-cat leaped forward without question, flying overhead. Dawnmist didn’t have time to see if she landed safety. The badger advanced towards her now instead, all its paws firmly on the log.
She knew the tree trunk was going to break at any moment. Dawnmist’s nerves pulsed with fear as she waited for the badger to leap towards her. As planned it charged forward, letting out a long bellow.
Dawnmist dodged just in time, watching as the badger landed on a weak point in the bark. She heard an earsplitting crack as the log shattered and went tumbling into the river. The badger yelped and extended a paw towards her, as if trying to drag her with him. The beast only managed to grab a pawful of gray fur though as it crashed into the river with the trunk.
TSGN PART 2
Exhaustion filled her lungs, but she managed to take one final leap to shore, landing beside Copperclaw. Her heartbeat was so loud it drowned out every other sound. She let it be her lullaby as she lay down and regained her breath.
Dawnmist woke up a few minutes later, her energy restored. Beside her Copperclaw sat cleaning her tail, which only had clumps of fur remaining and a gash from where the badger had injected his fangs. If we’re going to form a clan then I’ll have to be medicine cat. I know the herbs, but what if I can’t identify one? Will Copperclaw’s tail become infected?
She shook her head, clearing away any clouds of worry that lingered around her thoughts. “How long have I been asleep?” She asked, smiling. The moon was out and Silverpelt was shining, but now darkness became their enemies. At least now while their sight was limited their hearing and smelling would come in handy.
“Just a few minutes,” Copperclaw meowed anxiously, adding: “But I decided to explore while you were asleep. Just ahead is a gorge! It’ll be our new home!”
“Did you see if there were dens?”
“Yes! I spotted a few dens, but we’ll have to make sure their suitable. It smelled faintly of badger, but the scent was stale.” She flicked her tail, flinching as if she forgot her injury. “Let me show you!”
Dawnmist followed excitedly after Copperclaw. Tussocks formed a barrier around the bank so she stomped them down with Copperclaw’s help. Ahead was a wide stretch of moorland, which only took moments to cross. Half way through the bare landscape they both broke into a run, fueled by anticipation. We’re almost there!
TSGN PART 3
“Here we are.” Copperclaw stopped abruptly at the quarries peak. Dawnmist reached foreword to gaze down at the camp. Far below lay a clearing, but darkness sheltered most of the dens. Sharp rocks could be seen jutting out of the quarry walls, but for the most part things seemed perfect.
“Is there a way to get down there?” She pondered, eyes sparkling with happiness. Bordering the bottom of their camp was a forest, where she could hear crickets chirping their nightly song.
Copperclaw nodded and lead them carefully down a pathway, but by the time they reached their new camp entrance they were both exhausted. The deputy glanced back at her tail often as if she was being bitten by flea’s second after second, while Dawnmist dragged her paws, still tired from their encounter with the badger.
“We should find a den to sleep in for the night. We can collect moss tomorrow and search for others.”
Copperclaw’s words were a relief as Dawnmist entered the clearing. Although she was amazed by the gorge, sleepiness tugged at her eyelids. Tomorrow they would have another adventure.
Wordlessly, Copperclaw began to head into one of the caves, positioned at the bottom of the gorge. The light-brown she-cat turned her head slightly to nod at Dawnmist, in both respect and satisfaction. “Goodnight.”
Dawnmist smiled in return. She waited till her friend had left before collapsing upon a jagged rock. Her silver pelt was bathed in moonlight as she gazed up at the stars. “Why are we here?” She wondered to herself, blinking back tiredness. So many questions whirled around in her mind; they were like a boulder weighing down her thoughts. “Please give me a sign StarClan…”
Her words were met with silence. Dawnmist let out a long sigh that echoed through the camp. “Goodnight world.” she whispered. As she drifted into slumber dreams began to form, one was so short it was only a simple word, yet it clung to her memory the most. Unite.
TSGN PART 4
Wolfpaw opened her eyes . . . It was nighttime and the forest was alive around
her, sharp and rich in scent and sight. She felt a chill wind rush across her, and she shivered.
It had been minutes since she had awoken in the forest, minutes since she had discovered what happened to her.
But now, as she re-awakened, she was ready to proceed in light of her new situation.
She had panicked at first, but now she barely felt any panic. She needed to find somebody or something that would tell her what she was doing here.
Her paws were sore from earlier’s pointless running, so she walked slowly. The forest had a very thick ground, and it felt muddy. Had it rained?
Suddenly, a flock of birds flew rapidly through the air. Wolfpaw blinked at the strange sight. The birds appeared to be scared.
What are the birds flying away from? she thought.
She heard a deep, menacing growl behind her, and she started running in the same direction as the panicked birds. Was there something behind her?
She kept on running, until she smelled something . . . strange.
She sniffed; the scents here were, in a way, familiar. There had been cats here, definitely cats. She sniffed again, two cats, with familiar scents.
But there were other scents around her. One that she recognized belonged to a badger. The lumbering black-and-white had obviously put up a fight because one of the other scents was . . . blood.
Her eyes widened at the scent but nothing was fresh. There was a lot of badger scent. This must’ve been it’s territory. What happened to it?
She looked around her. A fast-flowing river was on the right, the rush of the water sounding like a low melody. The scent of badger, it trailed right into it.
As Wolfpaw stared, she tried to picture what had happened. There had been a fight here. She was sure of that.
The badger was pushed into the river, she observed, so the cats . . .
She tried to find their trail, a sign that the cats hadn’t gone into the river with the badger. She purred as she realized their scent trail led far away from there.
Should I follow their trail?
The scents were familiar. Maybe they would know what was going on. There was the chance that she was imagining the familiarity, but she doubted it. Besides, she had no idea what else to do. She also noticed a small thorn patch next to her, but it seemed to be irrelevant to everything else.
Just as she decided to set out on the trail, she heard a loud yowling behind her. It was a caterwaul of triumph. Wolfpaw panicked, shock rooting her to the ground. She was able to move swiftly, hiding seemed like the best thing to do in this situation. But where would she hide?
There! The badger den! She was sure it was empty and the scent would protect her. She jumped inside and fought the curiosity to face the yowling cat.
TSGN PART 5
But as the cat moved into view, she had to swallow back a gasp.
The cat had long, reddish-brown fur with a few tabby markings. Pale amber eyes shone above a pure black nose, and a fresh scar was sliced on one of her ears. But this cat also wore a familiar scent.
Wolfpaw was surprised that something about this cat was more familiar than the other’s she had scented earlier. But, she didn’t have the same feeling of trust. She had made up a story from the scents she had smelled, but wasn’t sure if the story was accurate. It seemed like the best theory the scents could add to. If she trusted that story, this cat might still have an air of hostility.
The cat’s ears suddenly pricked, and she sniffed the air. She ran away, heading after something only she could see.
As soon as she was sure the cat was gone, Wolfpaw went back to investigating.
I’ll follow the trail, but what if I go the wrong way?
She knew that was a possibility, that she would slip up. She strained her senses, flattening her ears and thinking of only the two cats. She was sure she had the trail, as clear as a map in her mind.
But as she walked forward, nothing looked like the map in her mind. She was sure she was still following the trail, but these two cats had done more than she expected.
She came to a gorge, a gorge that Wolfpaw could swear these cats had intended to use as a camp. There were dens, and she could put a proper Clan name on every one of them.
This is where the scent trail ended.
How do I get in?
She didn’t know if the cats would even be down there, but she knew she had to try. Where was the entrance?
It took her longer than she expected to find a neat pathway that seemed to stretch to an entrance. As she finally made it there, dawn had approached, turning the sky rosy shades of pink and orange.
She was very tired, but strangely scared. What if she had gotten the whole idea wrong and there were no cats here? Or worse, what if the cats were hostile?
She wasn’t sure what to say first, or how to approach a cat, if there were any cats. She didn’t have to. Just then a silky-furred, silver-gray tabby stepped out of one of the dens.
Wolfpaw was not prepared when the cat turned around and saw her, eyes sparking with confusion.
Now, as Wolfpaw saw this cat, she realized she was very familiar. The scent was almost exactly like her own. But the other cat didn’t seem to recognize her at all.
Now Wolfpaw really needed to remember this cat. What was her name? She was sure she knew . . .
“Dawnmist?” Wolfpaw was surprised to hear herself speak, but the cat was even more surprised. Not because Wolfpaw was there, but because she knew her name. This was good. Wolfpaw wasn’t alone anymore. The rest of BlogClan must be here too!
“Who are you?” Dawnmist asked. She didn’t seem hostile and her eyes seemed to carry no expression at all.
“Wolfpaw!” Wolfpaw mewed.
Dawnmist blinked then she yowled out a name, “Copperclaw!”
At the signal, a brown tabby she-cat appeared from one of the dens. Wolfpaw gasped at the sight of Copperclaw.
The deputy of BlogClan!
TSGN PART 6
Copperclaw’s expression was blank as she stared at Wolfpaw.
“That’s Wolfpaw,” Dawnmist meowed, “she found our camp.”
At the sound of Wolfpaw’s name, hostility faded from Copperclaw, left with more confusion. “How?”
“I followed your scent trail,” Wolfpaw recalled what had happened. “I was next to this river and your scents were familiar. I decided I would follow.”
Copperclaw nodded. “You’re a very good tracker.”
Wolfpaw was surprised to hear the deputy praise her, but she had more questions that she was hoping could be answered. Dawnmist was the medicine cat. Had StarClan talked to her?
“What’s going on?” Wolfpaw asked. “Do you know why we’re here?”
Dawnmist gazed at the sky, now fully into dawn. “I think StarClan wants us to start a Clan, they want us to unite.”
At the end of Dawnmist’s words, they all heard something.
Turning around, Wolfpaw saw a familiar sight, a strong cat with thick reddish-brown fur.
Did she . . . follow me?
Wolfpaw instantly tensed and she noticed how Copperclaw unsheathed her claws and the back of her fur sparked with hostility. Wolfpaw was small, an apprentice, and she didn’t appear as a threat. That must have been why she wasn’t attacked in the first place. But a full-grown, strong and long-clawed cat posed as a huge threat.
But Dawnmist, Dawnmist seemed calm, mystified even.
“Who are you?” Copperclaw hissed.
TSGN PART 7
She started to approach them, and Wolfpaw found that the cat was even more familiar than Dawnmist had been.
As soon as she spoke they all froze.
But that means that she’s…
Copperclaw lost hostility in a second, her eyes shining. Dawnmist kept the same expression.
“Copperclaw,” Cakestar meowed, “did you find this camp?”
“She did,” Dawnmist answered for the stunned deputy.
“I see, you’ll make a good deputy.”
Copperclaw was still frozen but she managed to nod. Wolfpaw was just wondering, how did Cakestar known that they had to start a Clan?
“We were planning to start searching for cats today,” Dawnmist meowed, “but are you tired?” She turned to Wolfpaw, “Are you?”
Wolfpaw had been tired for a while, exhausted even. She nodded.
“We’ll start searching at sunhigh.”
They settled into a den and Wolfpaw immediately felt sleep claim her. As the dreams began to stir inside her they seemed to carry messages, but she was still confused for what was to come.
Wolfpaw was still sleeping by the time sunhigh came, she was awoken by the chatter of
the cats outside. She could tell they were getting to work; Cakestar was taking charge as leader and Copperclaw was getting into her role as deputy. But there were only four cats, and no patrols yet.
TSGN PART 8
Wolfpaw got onto her paws and stretched, stifling a yawn. She hadn’t slept for long but she felt fully rested and a purr escaped her throat.
“Wolfpaw, you’re up,” Copperclaw meowed.
“Let’s start searching, we need to make a proper Clan,” Cakestar declared. “Dawnmist, Wolfpaw, you start searching in the forest. Copperclaw and I will go search around the gorge.”
Wolfpaw followed Dawnmist out through the entrance and into the forest. Dawnmist told the story of what happened when she woke up, the badger and Copperclaw. Wolfpaw’s story from the scents wasn’t far off from the actual event. Wolfpaw herself didn’t have much of a story to tell but she noted how she had seen the panicked birds earlier and how she had seen Cakestar before. They didn’t talk much after that, they kept their eyes and ears focused for other BlogClan cats that might be around.
Wolfpaw was uneasy when they entered the forest. She had never really liked the place.
“I was happy when I left here, too,” Dawnmist told her. She suddenly froze, “wait.”
The silver tabby pricked her ears and her eyes shined with an alert. Wolfpaw copied her, there was something suspicious ahead.
“This is about the place where the birds panicked,” Wolfpaw remember out loud. “I didn’t go any further in.”
There was a scent coming closer, a bitter and unwelcoming scent. Wolfpaw backed away slowly as she heard rough footsteps up ahead. They needed to get out of here!
“Foxes!” Dawnmist yowled.
Fighting wasn’t a skill for either of them. Dawnmist was a medicine cat, why didn’t Cakestar send Copperclaw with Wolfpaw and her? She realized with a guilty feeling that her leader had made a mistake.
They hadn’t run far enough and the smell of fox was deathly close.
Without thinking, she turned around. Two foxes were standing right in front of them, with dusty red fur and gray around their face. Their dark eyes seemed unearthly and their jaws looked powerful. These foxes were ruthless.
Wolfpaw shrank back but the foxes looked like they would attack any moment.
Suddenly, another cat charged into view.
“Copperclaw!” Wolfpaw meowed in surprise, “what are you doing here? Where’s Cake-”
Just then, the foxes charged, cutting off Wolfpaw.
TSGN PART 9
Instantly, she unsheathed her claws. She knew fighting would be useless, Wolfpaw was not a fighter. It was Copperclaw who would save them.
The light brown tabby charged forward, straight onto the biggest fox. As blood began to stain her paws she let go. The fox wasn’t done yet.
Dawnmist seemed to be a quick-thinker despite not being a fighter and used the skill she had. The badger fight was a quick save, but was there something around here that could . . . Wolfpaw’s thoughts were interrupted by a swipe of claws. A terrible pain swept through her but she was surprised that the fox hadn’t gone right ahead and ate her. She turned around and jumped, escaping the fox’s jaws by a mouse-length.
Copperclaw sprang onto Wolfpaw’s attacking fox and sent a scar right through it’s neck. The first fox had fled.
When she regained ground she noticed something. Copperclaw hadn’t come alone, three unknown cats had come with her and they were now helping to fight off the fox.
Are they from BlogClan?
There was no time to sit and wonder. Where could this fox . . . there!
A huge patch of brambles was not far from them. If they could manage to get the fox over there then it would fall straight into the patch.
“Dawnmist!” The medicine cat was helping to fight the fox off. The cats didn’t seem to be struggling but neither them nor the fox were winning.
Wolfpaw pointed her ears towards the bramble bush and Dawnmist nodded, understanding the idea.
It all happened quickly after that. The cats tried to steer the fox over but it was smart, realizing quickly that the cats planned to drag it to it’s doom.
Suddenly, Copperclaw took a final swipe to the fox’s neck and in an instant it fell silent. Wolfpaw’s plan never needed to be put in action.
Copperclaw was triumphant and Wolfpaw tried her best not to be scared. The fox needed to die, if they were to survive that is.
“Where’s Cakestar?” Wolfpaw asked, it was the first thing she wanted to know.
“She’s sent me here I-”
Just then, they all heard a rustle up ahead. Wolfpaw tensed, what was it now?
The rustle was coming close but it stayed only as a sound, without a scent or an appearance. It was coming closer, and she couldn’t detect if it was hostile or not.
The cats unsheathed their claws, preparing for another fight as Wolfpaw wondered what would face them next.
TSGN PART 10
When Hawksky awoke, she had no idea what had happened. Last night, she didn’t fall asleep sprawled on the forest floor, yet that’s how she woke up. She also remembered being much, much taller. Oh well, that didn’t matter. She gazed into the forest. She could hear yowling nearby, cries of pain and anger. Hawksky slowly processed what that would mean for her; danger.
“Hello?” Hawksky yelped.
No reply came. She could only hear the sounds of a nearby battle. She sniffed the air quickly. There was a strange scent mixed with a familiar one. The scent she already knew was the scent of a cat, though now it was much, much stronger. Last time she had smelled it, she had been whispering to her best friend.
“Hello?” Hawksky tried again. Once again, there was no answer. Frustrated, Hawksky started to pad over to the noise. She crouched, snaking past bushes and trees. Her new fur and paws made it much easier to feel the forest around her.
Soon, the roaring of battle stopped. Hawksky froze, flicking her new tail. It brushed against the bushes. Squeezing her eyes shut, Hawksky held her breath. She could sense tension, thick in the air.
Silence made Hawksky’s ears ring. Flicking one ear irritably, Hawksky slowly rose up. She peeked above the bush, surprised to see a patrol of cats, poised to attack her.
Hawksky opened her jaws to speak, but closed them again when no words came out. She swiftly counted each cat. She tried to ignore the dead foxes. There were exactly six cats. They outnumbered her easily.
Suddenly, one of them spoke. She was a lovely she-cat with brown tabby fur. Brilliant green eyes made Hawksky flinch away as they bore into her icy blue ones.
“Who are you?” Her voice was full of authority. It was obvious that this cat was the leader of the group.
“I-I’m…” Hawksky struggled to remember her name. “Hawksky.”
The cats relaxed, the leader gazing more thoughtfully at Hawksky. “Hawksky?”
“Yes.” Hawksky nodded. “That’s my name.”
Dipping her head, the she-cat smiled. “I’m Copperclaw. This,” she dipped her head to the beautiful silver she-cat next to her, “is-”
“Dawnmist!” Hawksky gasped. “So… you’re… BlogClan?” Eyes round as moons, Hawksky tried to take in each and every cat. She couldn’t remember most of them. The small she-cat who gazed curiously at her was unfamiliar to Hawksky.
“I’m Wolfpaw.” The apprentice explained, noticing Hawksky’s not-so-secret curiosity mixed with frustration.
Hawksky nodded. “Right… Wolfpaw… I’m so sorry! Ok. Copperclaw, Dawnmist, Wolfpaw.” She would remember that. She had to. This wasn’t just another group of people she should know. This was BlogClan.
Copperclaw nodded. “Yes.” She flicked her tail, and each cat gazed at her.
“We need patrols. It’s obvious that more BlogClan cats are out there. We need to find them and make sure the territory is safe.”
Hawksky nodded, ears pricked.
“Wolfpaw, Hawksky, Dawnmist, and Rainbowheart. You find more warriors. Everyone else, come with me.”
TSGN PART 11
Dipping her head, Hawksky padded over to her patrol.
Wolfpaw and Dawnmist smiled in welcome to Hawksky. Rainbowheart, however, was focused on something else. She gazed behind Hawksky, eyes narrowed.
Hawksky glanced behind her. She couldn’t see anything, so she parted her jaws. A strange scent floated into her mouth.
Dawnmist flicked her tail. “Ok, lets go sweep the forest. We should find some cats by the time we return to camp.”
Nodding, Hawksky fell in the back of the patrol. Rainbowheart and Wolfpaw talked in hushed whispers to each other, glancing at Hawksky every so often. They would also gaze into the forest. Sometimes, they would pause, mewing to Dawnmist about a scent.
There weren’t many things to see. Sometimes, they’d see mice and birds. Other times, the patrol would stumble across a stray twoleg.
Hawksky sighed, looking at her paws. Suddenly, she froze.
“Do you smell that?” She hissed, lashing her tail. “It’s a cat scent.”
Dawnmist stopped, gazing at Hawksky. She sniffed the air, flicking her ear thoughtfully.
“You’re right. It’s another cat. Rainbowheart, Wolfpaw, you look on that side of the forest,” she flicked her tail to the left. “Hawksky, you and I will watch the right side until the scent becomes more clear.”
Nodding, Hawksky glued her eyes to the trees on her right.
Continuing on, the cats found nothing for a long time. Suddenly, there were two scents. Just like that, one cat became two.
Hawksky darted into the forest, leaping into a holly bush. She hissed as her paws connected with fur. She bowled over the cat, pinning her to the ground.
The surprised feline thrashed, but Hawksky held her firmly to the ground. Getting a better look at her, Hawksky made out a silver-and-white tabby she-cat with blue eyes.
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A sudden weight on Hawksky made her lose her balance. She fell on her side, snarling at the first cat.
She whipped around to see a dark brown spotted tabby with silver-flecked dark blue eyes. She hissed, clawing at the younger cat’s eyes, yowling as a sharp pain shot through her shoulder.
And then the rest of the patrol was there. Wolfpaw dragged the second cat off of Hawksky, freeing her. Hawksky helped the apprentice to pin down the young she-cat, hissing and snarling.
Dawnmist and Rainbowheart had no troubles getting the other she-cat down. Soon, the party held the cats firmly in place.
“Who are you?” Dawnmist demanded.
“I’m R-Rainpaw!” The first she-cat yelped.
The second one hissed. “I’m Owlpaw.”
The patrol swapped glances before they agreed in silence to get off the two apprentices.
“I’m Dawnmist. This is Rainbowheart, Wolfpaw, and Hawksky.”
Hawksky dipped her head. She gazed at the two young cats. They must be BlogClan. She raised her tail, smiling faintly.
“We are from BlogClan. We’ve been searching the forest for our scattered clanmates.” Dawnmist gazed at them. “Rainpaw, Owlpaw, would you join us?”
“Of course!” Rainpaw purred.
“Definitely!” Owlpaw agreed.
“Hawksky, you fight very well. Rainbowheart, you’re very good at tracking. And Wolfpaw,” Dawnmist gazed at the young apprentice. “You’ll make a mighty fine warrior someday.”
Turning back to the two apprentices, Dawnmist added, “Rainpaw, Owlpaw, welcome to BlogClan.”
Owlpaw and Rainpaw purred, their whiskers trembling. Hawksky gazed at them happily; these must be her friends! Her cheerful eyes locked with Owlpaw’s for a mere second before they flickered to Rainpaw’s.
Hawksky was hardly bigger than them. But she already knew she was small. She flicked her tail in welcome.
“Let’s get back to the camp,” Dawnmist mewed.
“Yes, Dawnmist.” Hawksky dipped her head, and the group headed back to their newest home.
TSGN PART 13
Why am I in a forest? And why do I have fur…?
I’m a cat!
I scanned my surroundings, curious. Something was obviously wrong. People don’t just magically turn into cats overnight. Well, I guess now they do, I thought. It was the strangest sensation of the most normal thing: it felt like everything was alright; no tug at my chest, no tight feeling, everything felt normal. Yet it felt abnormal…
I have to stop thinking. I’m confusing myself, I thought.
Right as I went to get up and explore my surroundings, I heard the soft murmuring of a near group of cats. Oh no, I thought. What if I’m on their territory, and they’re coming to fight me off?
I went towards the sound, then asked softly, “Hello?”
The faint sound of pawsteps stopped as a group of cats came into view. “Hello,” a she-cat with pale amber eyes said. “I am Cakestar, leader of BlogClan. I’m guessing you are part of BlogClan as well?” The she-cat’s eyes had a gentle, kind look. She seemed nice, as well as most of the other cats. I gave my tail a happy flick.
“I’m Brightshadow,” I told the leader.
“Oh!” she mewed. “Well, you might as well join us. We think all the cats of BlogClan are scattered over the forest. Dawnmist, here,” the she-cat flicked her tail towards a silver tabby, “thinks that StarClan has sent us to start a Clan.” Cakestar paused, then continued, “I’ll explain it all later,” this time to everyone.
I flicked my tail in response. “Okay. And yes, I will help you find the rest of our Clan.”
We padded across the damp floor of the forest. I could hear leaves rustled in the trees, the occasional snapping of a twig, the scurrying away of a squirrel that had been startled by the faintest of noises, and the lovely singing of the birds.
“What is going on…?”
“I have no idea.”
I heard the quiet meowing of cats, a fox-length or two away, behind a clump of bushes.
“Cakestar,” I mewed, “I think I heard some cats back there.” She stopped, as well as the rest of the cats did. “Probably some cats in our Clan.”
“Well, let’s go get our new clan mates,” she responded. “Lead the way, Brightshadow.”