Furzewhisker let out a heavy sigh as she nosed through the sparse collection of herbs she had stored away for leafbare. It was a meager ration compared to what she normally had at this time. Because the Clan was still sorting themselves out, she hadn't had the time nor the energy to gather enough herbs during leaf-fall to prepare herself for leafbare.Icestar had made living in WindClan intolerable.His command was that she-cats needed to begin throwing their weight around by providing for the Clan and having more kits. The problem was, she-cats were far and few in WindClan. Whitebirch had finally moved to the nursery after complaining about constant stomach aches. It wasn't until feeling around that Furzewhisker reached the conclusion she was pregnant, and, at the worst possible time.When Antpaw and Olivepaw had finally earned their warrior names, Olivepaw had immediately moved to the nursery as Olivebranch. Furzewhisker was furious with this recent change of events, because she was

"I don't like this idea anymore than you do, but we have to go through the forest to reach the lake.""What if we get lost going through the forest? It could take days for us to find our way through, and if we're lucky, find the lake.""Even if we did manage to find our way through, there's no telling what we'll find on the way through."Birdpaw winced as she heard the bickering between the ThunderClan cats and the RiverClan cats. Spruceleaf tried voicing her opinion every now and then, but she was lost among the toms who thought they knew best. What annoyed Birdpaw the most was that they were wasting time arguing. They'd tried reaching an agreement the other day, but once they reached the forest, that all changed. Birdpaw could tell from the way his whiskers twitched that Acorntail was unhappy with the idea of traveling through the forest. Only Flamestrike and the other ThunderClan warriors seemed more at ease."This is completely harebrained," Spruceleaf muttered under her breath. S

Smokefrost watched as the snow fell silently on the already frost-stricken forest. Her tail wrapped neatly around her paws while she waited for the rest of the hunting patrol to catch up. After spending nearly half the day looking for prey, she was ready to head back to camp. Her pile of prey had been buried at the base of a birch tree, and she stood not far from where that prey was buried. The others split off into different areas to try expanding their hunting territory. In an effort to find more prey for the ever-growing Clan, Smokefrost knew that they had a better chance in splitting up.She almost purred as she recalled how her warrior ceremony came to be.Many cats had argued that Russetstar was too quick to trust her. Others such as Briarheart and Snowstorm jumped to her defense, reminding them that Smokefrost had earned her place in ShadowClan. She was pleased to see how many cats trusted her. Moons ago, she knew that they wouldn't have done so. Snowstorm was one of the few fr

Fishbrains, Reedriver nearly rolled his eyes as he thought of what had been discussed just heartbeats ago.His mind was still reeling from all of the information Spruceleaf just shared with them. A small part of him refused to admit that he had been mildly interested in what she had to say. After all, sharing the memories of a long-dead cat seemed as fishbrained as it was talking to cats outside his Clan. The more Reedriver thought about it, the more he knew she was chasing bees in her sleep. There was no way in StarClan something like this was possible.He shook his head as he finally reached Frozenfoot. She tilted her head towards the direction of the other three still gathered in the undergrowth. When their sleep had been disturbed, Reedriver decided it was better to make a small nest beside Acorntail in the attempt at hiding what they were really up to.The last thing he wanted was for cats to accuse them of seeing each other, even though that was exactly what they were doing. It

For the first time since they started the journey to find SkyClan, relief swept through Flamestrike. It had been nearly two moons since they started their journey, and he realized with a start how happy he was to be back. The familiar scent of the forest wafted around him, and the moment they were back on ThunderClan territory was when it felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He picked up familiar scents here and there after tasting the air, including those of his mother and his siblings.His thoughts churned with anxiety as he wondered how the Clan had been since they left.When Spruceleaf had explained how Icestar had risen to power and was determined to spread that power across the lake, it sent a ripple of alarm through him. He knew that the Clans had always been balanced in some way or form. Sure, there were times when battle-hungry cats would get out of line. But they were usually taken care of before they could reach the point Icestar had.Maybe that's why w