ThunderClan Camp

ThornStar slowly wandered into the clearing, positioning herself on the highrock she let out the fimilar call of a meeting. "All ctas old enough to catch their own prey gather under the highrock for a clan meeting."

Fadedmoon nervously lowered herself to the ground her ear back with confusion at the unexpected meeting her leader called. Her pelt began to bristle.

The young she-cat gaxed down at her warrior, her haunting green eyes plowing into her. "There is no cause for alarm!" She hissed akwardly. "Sheath your claws."

The she-cat dipped her head, her face growing hot with embarresment as she allowed her claws to refrain from damaging the smooth terrian.

ThornStar's ears flattened as she took in the small form slowly relaxing. "My dear," she stammered. "Have you been having dreams?" She asked recalling once again how perfect this cat suited the medicine cat position.

"N-n-no." Fadedmoon studdered. "No, ThornStar. Not at all."