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[attr="class","anncontent"]The exploration groups have returned, and a meeting is called to discuss what's been discovered...
The scouting parties returned at separate intervals. It was no surprise that the cats sent to explore the moors were the first to arrive and report back. Cloudthroat, with his half-tabby-mask and his calm, sharp eyes, approached Owlstar first. ”Is there somewhere we can talk more privately?” Even as the large tom’s voice resonated through the crowded oasis center, more voices were piling in, announcing to the mass of Clans.
”Dapplefire’s group is back!”
“I see Whitehawk and the others too!”
“What happened? What did you find?”
Cloudthroat’s pelt prickled, discomfited by the sudden surge of questions being pelted from every which way - both at him, at those who had gone with him, and the returning scouts who had yet to even set foot inside the oasis.
The now painfully familiar form of Skyteller broke through the crowds like a log floating downstream, parting the water easily. ”You’ve returned. Please, you may use my den to discuss what’s been discovered. My Lead Cave-Guard will ensure we are not disturbed.” Skyteller beckoned them all with a dip of his head:
Cloverstar, Owlstar, Ebonyheart, Brackenstride and Silverstar followed the large ginger healer.
Cloudthroat’s Report:
“We are fortunate, Owlstar. Much of the moors we once knew managed to survive the earthquake. The moorland is split by a deep rift in the valley, though we found a reliable crossing point. Our old camp is gone, no question. But we discovered a series of rabbit warrens that could serve as a new one.” Cloudthroat’s gaze stayed trained upon the aged leader, and he did not mince his words as he added, “The sun stones survived as well. We discovered a few prime locations for hunting, but water is somewhat scarce. We found a grassland pool that will serve as a drinking source. However, two of our party branched off and discovered a dangerous set of springs.”
Only the minutest trace of irritation flitted across Cloudthroat’s maw before he regained his composure. Regardless of the manner in which it had been discovered, Thunderheart had come back with vital information. Information they needed to pass on. “It will require further investigation, but I believed them when they told me it was not safe. The most stable water source in the area is a small pool not far beyond that, before we run into the lakeland area.”
The sturdy warrior straightened, dipped his head first to Owlstar, then Skyteller, and then to the other gathered, ranked cats, before positioning himself near the exit. He had not been invited to linger, and he didn’t feel it was the best use of his time to do so, anyway. One ear pivoted to catch additional information, or a final order from Owlstar.
Whitehawk’s Report:
The large white tom waited silently for Cloudthroat to finish his report, ears flicking occasionally at the other’s words. When the other white tom finished speaking and his eyes fell on Whitehawk, the single-eyed tom nodded briefly, turning his gaze to the Leaders before him.
“Where Cloudthroat’s patrol found one half of the gorge, I believe my patrol found the other half. A large portion of the area we explored was gorge, though we did find a large split in it where there was an island-like plateau sticking up from the middle. It would take some adjusting, but I believe that that island could potentially serve as a future camp; there is a way to climb up the side of it that I don’t believe would be difficult for many.”
He took a moment to recall the other important spots they had found that would be noteworthy. “We found one main water source, found at the bottom of the gorge, actually. One of the first places of interest we found. It was a small waterfall, I believe in the middle of where the river in Treeclan once was, and it forms a stream at the bottom.”
He glanced momentarily towards Brackenstride, who still stood among them, before he turned to the others. “We also found a crossing point to get from one half of the gorge to the other. A tree bridge...I believe it was previously an important landmark in Treeclan’s territory.” There was an uncomfortable prickly feeling that danced beneath his pelt at the mention of the bridge. There was something unsettling about referring to the old tree as a bridge, for he had learned that that tree had been quite important to Treeclan when it stood. As a previous Stoneclan cat, it felt wrong for himself to speak of the tree, but in this situation it was his responsibility to report all of the findings.
“Aside from those main three features, much of the land that we found was forest, including a good portion of the bottom of the gorge, as well as a small section of plains. We did find a...peculiar meadow...full of bones...but as far as I could tell it was nothing more than that. We didn’t scent or sense any particular dangers on our journey, so I believe the portion of the valley that we explored is safe.”
With this, he gave a small bow to the Leaders before he stood back, then looking to the final patrol lead, Dapplefire.
Dapplefire’s Report:
Dapplefire’s tail swished back and forth with impatience as Whitehawk delivered his report, her pale amber eyes betraying her anticipation. When he finally stepped back and melded into the crowd of gathered cats, she instantly took a pace forward, meeting Cloverstar’s gaze steadily. “RainClan’s territory was almost completely flooded.” She informed the leaders, refusing to mince her words to soften the blow. “The island camp and most of its surrounding forest are underwater. There’s an island in the center of the lake which appears to have escaped the floods, but only the strongest swimmers of our patrol were able to reach it.” One calico ear twitched, mindful that the attention of every cat at the meeting was locked on her. “I doubt it could serve as a sturdy camp. There isn’t a chance a single kit or elder could survive that distance. Not even those of us from RainClan.”
She recalled every pawstep of their journey through the irreversibly reshaped valley, reviewing each mental note she had made as she spied potential areas of interest. “Some sections of river remain, branching off from the lake and splitting off into streams. Most of NightClan’s territory survived the damage, but the marshes appear more waterlogged than before. There’s more marsh than pine forest.” A look of gratitude passed over the molly’s face. She was pleased they were not in RainClan’s situation, faced with a shrunken territory and not enough space to support one Clan. “Our camp is gone. Ambush Pond expanded during the flooding, and it has entirely consumed what was left of our home.” She paused. “However, we came across a hollow that I suspect was uncovered by the floodwaters. It is spacious, and well-insulated with mosses and ferns. With a bit of work, I think it could shelter a large number of cats.”
The news was hitting hard, Dapplefire could sense it. The loss of camps, of homes where generations of cats had been born and raised, it was affecting them all deeply in private ways. It could be felt in the silences between words, the unspoken flashes of pain in the eyes of some. She took a breath before she continued. “Myself, Brookfall and Waverunner split off and discovered what had happened to StarClan’s claws.” She said, keeping her voice even and steady. “The stones have collapsed on top of eachother in the water, forming a shelf. There’s water pouring over it; it’s shallow enough for even a young cat to wade through.” She flicked an ear. “I’m not sure if it’s still suitable for gatherings, a longer investigation will likely need to take place. We had to pass through to meet up with the others swiftly.”
She considered what she said next carefully. “The patrol found a cavern with a newly formed waterfall dropping into it. It seems like a potential source of water for the hotter seasons, but dangerous. From the looks of it, getting out would be incredibly difficult and require a lot of strength. I feel apprentices and fresh warriors should keep their distance from it.” She concluded her report with a nod to Cloverstar and sat back, wrapping her mottled tail around her paws.
“In conclusion,” Cloudthroat picked up where the NightClan cat had finished. “The valley can’t support all five Clans. Not anymore. Not without conflict.”
Owlstar Speaks
Owlstar listened closely to each cat's report of what was left of the valley in the wake of the quake. Ever quiet, ever observant with a blank expression and watchful amber hues, the eldest of the cats gathered waited for the time to part her whitening maw to speak in her noted raspy tone.
"This is not the first time our clans have had to come together, and it probably won't be the last. Perhaps, it is time for five to become less." Her reasoning was sound, based on past history from the clans moving from home to home to home moons before they had even settled into the valley they once knew.
Besides, would it be a bad thing if Lightningclan gained more paws?
"Cloudthroat said the Moors were mostly intact, I see no reason why Lightningclan couldn't return to their home - however much it has changed…" Her gaze shifted to Cloverstar, the newest leader of Nightclan who seemed to have… a different aspect about her than those before her. "What do you think of the idea?"
Cloverstar Speaks
No cat had known what to expect when the patrols returned from the valley, and part of her had been steeling herself to hear the worst - that they might have to journey to find a new home after the earthquake destroyed theirs. Truthfully, Cloudthroat’s statement brought some relief - the territories weren’t completely unlivable. She could work with that.
Cloverstar eyed the LightningClan leader thoughtfully. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but there were complications. “TreeClan and StoneClan are leaderless,” she said, gaze flicking to Brackenstride and Whitehawk, “but that doesn’t mean their Clans should be disbanded. Do you really see TreeClan and StoneClan giving up their identities to become part of NightClan, LightningClan, or RainClan?”
Brackenstride Speaks
"TreeClan is strong enough to get past this," Brackenstride snapped, his expression tense as if he could shove those words back down Cloverstar's throat. The very thought of TreeClan crumbling made his blood turn to ice.
A disapproving noise and flicking tail caught his attention. Silverstar, looking as if he had perhaps aged the most in the wake of this disaster, spoke up. "You heard their reports. The valley has decided for us. It can't sustain five Clans. We can't afford to waste precious lives fighting over limited land. New valley, new Clans. We can't waste what's left of Greenleaf waiting for StarClan to send a sign. We divide ourselves into three groups, depending on where we think we can thrive best."
Brackenstride's eyes narrowed, attempting to follow Silverstar's train of thought. "Yet we have three cats with multiple lives. Owlstar will go to the moors, obviously. And then you and Cloverstar are going to do what? Get into a pissing contest over the lake?"
Silverstar fixed him with an impatient, irritated look. "I will help those that want to settle in the marshes, but afterward I will no longer consider myself a leader."
This revelation sent ripples of shock through the gathered cats. Silverstar seemed unmoved in his resolve. Only Dewfrost and Rustpaw perhaps knew how much he had already given up for the Clan. "When the time is right, I will give back my remaining lives."
With Emberlight choosing to stay with the Tribe, and RainClan's familiar territory no more, clinging to old habits were going to hinder rather than help.
Owlstar Speaks
The eldest of the group was quiet, those wide yet unreadable hues watching each cat in turn. She was lucky, her clan's open and spacious territory had been saved and they were free to return to the changes within the moorland. Cloudthroat had delivered incredible news that raised her spirits and would raise those of her clan.
Yet, where did that leave the other four who seemed forced to merge with the changing of time. Cloverstar was young and potentially headstrong, and it seemed like Silverstar had his plans in order for the merging of Rainclan and Nightclan. An interesting mix for sure that the old Molly would be keeping a close watch on.
Amber pools shifted to Brackenstride and Whitehawk, the two representatives for the leaderless clans of Treeclan and Stoneclan. Once both rivals and border-mates with Lightningclan now merged together by means of survival and nature.
Owlstar flickered her long tail ever so slightly to bring attention to herself before her whitening muzzle parted. "Your father's spirit lives in you Brackenstride, and he would be proud of the dedication you are showing to your clan." Her raspy voice was calm as she spoke before letting her gaze shift to the one eyed tomcat of Stoneclan.
"Ebonyheart has appointed Whitehawk as the temporary deputy from what I understand, perhaps the two of you can work together to settle your clanmates into their new home until she has a sign about a new leader?" It was merely an option, one to give in an attempt to soothe nerves and irritation that the whole thing seemed to cause many of the fleeing cats in the valley.
But now was not a time of strife, it was a time of renewal and survival, and teamwork most of all.
The scouting parties returned at separate intervals. It was no surprise that the cats sent to explore the moors were the first to arrive and report back. Cloudthroat, with his half-tabby-mask and his calm, sharp eyes, approached Owlstar first. ”Is there somewhere we can talk more privately?” Even as the large tom’s voice resonated through the crowded oasis center, more voices were piling in, announcing to the mass of Clans.
”Dapplefire’s group is back!”
“I see Whitehawk and the others too!”
“What happened? What did you find?”
Cloudthroat’s pelt prickled, discomfited by the sudden surge of questions being pelted from every which way - both at him, at those who had gone with him, and the returning scouts who had yet to even set foot inside the oasis.
The now painfully familiar form of Skyteller broke through the crowds like a log floating downstream, parting the water easily. ”You’ve returned. Please, you may use my den to discuss what’s been discovered. My Lead Cave-Guard will ensure we are not disturbed.” Skyteller beckoned them all with a dip of his head:
Cloverstar, Owlstar, Ebonyheart, Brackenstride and Silverstar followed the large ginger healer.
Cloudthroat’s Report:
“We are fortunate, Owlstar. Much of the moors we once knew managed to survive the earthquake. The moorland is split by a deep rift in the valley, though we found a reliable crossing point. Our old camp is gone, no question. But we discovered a series of rabbit warrens that could serve as a new one.” Cloudthroat’s gaze stayed trained upon the aged leader, and he did not mince his words as he added, “The sun stones survived as well. We discovered a few prime locations for hunting, but water is somewhat scarce. We found a grassland pool that will serve as a drinking source. However, two of our party branched off and discovered a dangerous set of springs.”
Only the minutest trace of irritation flitted across Cloudthroat’s maw before he regained his composure. Regardless of the manner in which it had been discovered, Thunderheart had come back with vital information. Information they needed to pass on. “It will require further investigation, but I believed them when they told me it was not safe. The most stable water source in the area is a small pool not far beyond that, before we run into the lakeland area.”
The sturdy warrior straightened, dipped his head first to Owlstar, then Skyteller, and then to the other gathered, ranked cats, before positioning himself near the exit. He had not been invited to linger, and he didn’t feel it was the best use of his time to do so, anyway. One ear pivoted to catch additional information, or a final order from Owlstar.
Whitehawk’s Report:
The large white tom waited silently for Cloudthroat to finish his report, ears flicking occasionally at the other’s words. When the other white tom finished speaking and his eyes fell on Whitehawk, the single-eyed tom nodded briefly, turning his gaze to the Leaders before him.
“Where Cloudthroat’s patrol found one half of the gorge, I believe my patrol found the other half. A large portion of the area we explored was gorge, though we did find a large split in it where there was an island-like plateau sticking up from the middle. It would take some adjusting, but I believe that that island could potentially serve as a future camp; there is a way to climb up the side of it that I don’t believe would be difficult for many.”
He took a moment to recall the other important spots they had found that would be noteworthy. “We found one main water source, found at the bottom of the gorge, actually. One of the first places of interest we found. It was a small waterfall, I believe in the middle of where the river in Treeclan once was, and it forms a stream at the bottom.”
He glanced momentarily towards Brackenstride, who still stood among them, before he turned to the others. “We also found a crossing point to get from one half of the gorge to the other. A tree bridge...I believe it was previously an important landmark in Treeclan’s territory.” There was an uncomfortable prickly feeling that danced beneath his pelt at the mention of the bridge. There was something unsettling about referring to the old tree as a bridge, for he had learned that that tree had been quite important to Treeclan when it stood. As a previous Stoneclan cat, it felt wrong for himself to speak of the tree, but in this situation it was his responsibility to report all of the findings.
“Aside from those main three features, much of the land that we found was forest, including a good portion of the bottom of the gorge, as well as a small section of plains. We did find a...peculiar meadow...full of bones...but as far as I could tell it was nothing more than that. We didn’t scent or sense any particular dangers on our journey, so I believe the portion of the valley that we explored is safe.”
With this, he gave a small bow to the Leaders before he stood back, then looking to the final patrol lead, Dapplefire.
Dapplefire’s Report:
Dapplefire’s tail swished back and forth with impatience as Whitehawk delivered his report, her pale amber eyes betraying her anticipation. When he finally stepped back and melded into the crowd of gathered cats, she instantly took a pace forward, meeting Cloverstar’s gaze steadily. “RainClan’s territory was almost completely flooded.” She informed the leaders, refusing to mince her words to soften the blow. “The island camp and most of its surrounding forest are underwater. There’s an island in the center of the lake which appears to have escaped the floods, but only the strongest swimmers of our patrol were able to reach it.” One calico ear twitched, mindful that the attention of every cat at the meeting was locked on her. “I doubt it could serve as a sturdy camp. There isn’t a chance a single kit or elder could survive that distance. Not even those of us from RainClan.”
She recalled every pawstep of their journey through the irreversibly reshaped valley, reviewing each mental note she had made as she spied potential areas of interest. “Some sections of river remain, branching off from the lake and splitting off into streams. Most of NightClan’s territory survived the damage, but the marshes appear more waterlogged than before. There’s more marsh than pine forest.” A look of gratitude passed over the molly’s face. She was pleased they were not in RainClan’s situation, faced with a shrunken territory and not enough space to support one Clan. “Our camp is gone. Ambush Pond expanded during the flooding, and it has entirely consumed what was left of our home.” She paused. “However, we came across a hollow that I suspect was uncovered by the floodwaters. It is spacious, and well-insulated with mosses and ferns. With a bit of work, I think it could shelter a large number of cats.”
The news was hitting hard, Dapplefire could sense it. The loss of camps, of homes where generations of cats had been born and raised, it was affecting them all deeply in private ways. It could be felt in the silences between words, the unspoken flashes of pain in the eyes of some. She took a breath before she continued. “Myself, Brookfall and Waverunner split off and discovered what had happened to StarClan’s claws.” She said, keeping her voice even and steady. “The stones have collapsed on top of eachother in the water, forming a shelf. There’s water pouring over it; it’s shallow enough for even a young cat to wade through.” She flicked an ear. “I’m not sure if it’s still suitable for gatherings, a longer investigation will likely need to take place. We had to pass through to meet up with the others swiftly.”
She considered what she said next carefully. “The patrol found a cavern with a newly formed waterfall dropping into it. It seems like a potential source of water for the hotter seasons, but dangerous. From the looks of it, getting out would be incredibly difficult and require a lot of strength. I feel apprentices and fresh warriors should keep their distance from it.” She concluded her report with a nod to Cloverstar and sat back, wrapping her mottled tail around her paws.
“In conclusion,” Cloudthroat picked up where the NightClan cat had finished. “The valley can’t support all five Clans. Not anymore. Not without conflict.”
Owlstar Speaks
Owlstar listened closely to each cat's report of what was left of the valley in the wake of the quake. Ever quiet, ever observant with a blank expression and watchful amber hues, the eldest of the cats gathered waited for the time to part her whitening maw to speak in her noted raspy tone.
"This is not the first time our clans have had to come together, and it probably won't be the last. Perhaps, it is time for five to become less." Her reasoning was sound, based on past history from the clans moving from home to home to home moons before they had even settled into the valley they once knew.
Besides, would it be a bad thing if Lightningclan gained more paws?
"Cloudthroat said the Moors were mostly intact, I see no reason why Lightningclan couldn't return to their home - however much it has changed…" Her gaze shifted to Cloverstar, the newest leader of Nightclan who seemed to have… a different aspect about her than those before her. "What do you think of the idea?"
Cloverstar Speaks
No cat had known what to expect when the patrols returned from the valley, and part of her had been steeling herself to hear the worst - that they might have to journey to find a new home after the earthquake destroyed theirs. Truthfully, Cloudthroat’s statement brought some relief - the territories weren’t completely unlivable. She could work with that.
Cloverstar eyed the LightningClan leader thoughtfully. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but there were complications. “TreeClan and StoneClan are leaderless,” she said, gaze flicking to Brackenstride and Whitehawk, “but that doesn’t mean their Clans should be disbanded. Do you really see TreeClan and StoneClan giving up their identities to become part of NightClan, LightningClan, or RainClan?”
Brackenstride Speaks
"TreeClan is strong enough to get past this," Brackenstride snapped, his expression tense as if he could shove those words back down Cloverstar's throat. The very thought of TreeClan crumbling made his blood turn to ice.
A disapproving noise and flicking tail caught his attention. Silverstar, looking as if he had perhaps aged the most in the wake of this disaster, spoke up. "You heard their reports. The valley has decided for us. It can't sustain five Clans. We can't afford to waste precious lives fighting over limited land. New valley, new Clans. We can't waste what's left of Greenleaf waiting for StarClan to send a sign. We divide ourselves into three groups, depending on where we think we can thrive best."
Brackenstride's eyes narrowed, attempting to follow Silverstar's train of thought. "Yet we have three cats with multiple lives. Owlstar will go to the moors, obviously. And then you and Cloverstar are going to do what? Get into a pissing contest over the lake?"
Silverstar fixed him with an impatient, irritated look. "I will help those that want to settle in the marshes, but afterward I will no longer consider myself a leader."
This revelation sent ripples of shock through the gathered cats. Silverstar seemed unmoved in his resolve. Only Dewfrost and Rustpaw perhaps knew how much he had already given up for the Clan. "When the time is right, I will give back my remaining lives."
With Emberlight choosing to stay with the Tribe, and RainClan's familiar territory no more, clinging to old habits were going to hinder rather than help.
Owlstar Speaks
The eldest of the group was quiet, those wide yet unreadable hues watching each cat in turn. She was lucky, her clan's open and spacious territory had been saved and they were free to return to the changes within the moorland. Cloudthroat had delivered incredible news that raised her spirits and would raise those of her clan.
Yet, where did that leave the other four who seemed forced to merge with the changing of time. Cloverstar was young and potentially headstrong, and it seemed like Silverstar had his plans in order for the merging of Rainclan and Nightclan. An interesting mix for sure that the old Molly would be keeping a close watch on.
Amber pools shifted to Brackenstride and Whitehawk, the two representatives for the leaderless clans of Treeclan and Stoneclan. Once both rivals and border-mates with Lightningclan now merged together by means of survival and nature.
Owlstar flickered her long tail ever so slightly to bring attention to herself before her whitening muzzle parted. "Your father's spirit lives in you Brackenstride, and he would be proud of the dedication you are showing to your clan." Her raspy voice was calm as she spoke before letting her gaze shift to the one eyed tomcat of Stoneclan.
"Ebonyheart has appointed Whitehawk as the temporary deputy from what I understand, perhaps the two of you can work together to settle your clanmates into their new home until she has a sign about a new leader?" It was merely an option, one to give in an attempt to soothe nerves and irritation that the whole thing seemed to cause many of the fleeing cats in the valley.
But now was not a time of strife, it was a time of renewal and survival, and teamwork most of all.
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