// tagging @BERRYHEART and @RACCOONSTRIPE because they were with her!
Her paws ache from the trip, but she and her sons know that this is just the beginning of what the day will bring. They can waste no time while the dogs continue to live on their riverbank. So, they rush. They clamber down from Highstones, the newly named Howlingstar bearing eight more lives than she did the night before. She'd only been able to share a small moment of sentiment with the two with her, a nuzzle, an assurance their father in StarClan loves them and their niece thinks of them, before she is hurrying. Down the rocky slopes, across the thunderpath, through the hollow with the four towering oaks, across the creek that splits their territory. When they finally arrive back home, the sun is high in the sky and exhaustion is written across the new leader's face. She hasn't even had time to wrap her head around the night she just had. She saw so many loved ones, so many faces lost to the stars. She'd cried, embraced, accepted their gifts with gratitude and grief. Now, she must heed their advice and lead her clan with strength and love. She must protect them and to do that, there is a danger that must be rid immediately, before another apprentice is maimed.
She pads into camp with her head held high and a fire of determination in her tired eyes. She is Howlingstar, leader of ThunderClan, named by Emberstar and gifted with nine lives. And she is about to ask her clan to go to war.
She has no time to chat with the friends that begin to approach and greet her. There is no time to waste. Her pace picks up and she bounds up the boulder until she stands at the peak, tail lifting high in the air with pride as she calls out, "ThunderClan! I have been to the Moonstone and received my nine lives. I am called Howlingstar now, and I mustn't waste time." She scans the growing crowd with haste, clearly nervous about what is to come. "You've had your night to rest. We cannot let those mutts continue to terrorize us. We can't let them get another chance when they've already almost taken Wildpaw from us! When they've already taken Emberstar from us! We drive them out at dusk! These beasts are not to be underestimated; we will need nearly every capable warrior and apprentice."
She pauses, breaths coming quickly as she gets worked up to urge her clanmates to fight. "I call upon you all to fight with me to rid these dogs from our side of the river! I know they do not camp on our territory, but we have no choice! Those who claim the land will do nothing, so we must! Who will fight?"
Her paws ache from the trip, but she and her sons know that this is just the beginning of what the day will bring. They can waste no time while the dogs continue to live on their riverbank. So, they rush. They clamber down from Highstones, the newly named Howlingstar bearing eight more lives than she did the night before. She'd only been able to share a small moment of sentiment with the two with her, a nuzzle, an assurance their father in StarClan loves them and their niece thinks of them, before she is hurrying. Down the rocky slopes, across the thunderpath, through the hollow with the four towering oaks, across the creek that splits their territory. When they finally arrive back home, the sun is high in the sky and exhaustion is written across the new leader's face. She hasn't even had time to wrap her head around the night she just had. She saw so many loved ones, so many faces lost to the stars. She'd cried, embraced, accepted their gifts with gratitude and grief. Now, she must heed their advice and lead her clan with strength and love. She must protect them and to do that, there is a danger that must be rid immediately, before another apprentice is maimed.
She pads into camp with her head held high and a fire of determination in her tired eyes. She is Howlingstar, leader of ThunderClan, named by Emberstar and gifted with nine lives. And she is about to ask her clan to go to war.
She has no time to chat with the friends that begin to approach and greet her. There is no time to waste. Her pace picks up and she bounds up the boulder until she stands at the peak, tail lifting high in the air with pride as she calls out, "ThunderClan! I have been to the Moonstone and received my nine lives. I am called Howlingstar now, and I mustn't waste time." She scans the growing crowd with haste, clearly nervous about what is to come. "You've had your night to rest. We cannot let those mutts continue to terrorize us. We can't let them get another chance when they've already almost taken Wildpaw from us! When they've already taken Emberstar from us! We drive them out at dusk! These beasts are not to be underestimated; we will need nearly every capable warrior and apprentice."
She pauses, breaths coming quickly as she gets worked up to urge her clanmates to fight. "I call upon you all to fight with me to rid these dogs from our side of the river! I know they do not camp on our territory, but we have no choice! Those who claim the land will do nothing, so we must! Who will fight?"