Rain pattered on the forest floor, covering everything with a misty white. Midnight drew closer, and a group of cats clustered together in a soggy clearing. One of them cried out, “This should not be our new camp! Everything is soggy! If my kits are born here, I swear to Starclan I--” A cream tom padded forward, and put his tail on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Blazemoon, you must understand, that every day, we get closer to the death of SkyClan. We need to find a place to stay and stay there. If this isn’t the place, have any suggestions?” Blazemoon stayed quiet, looking down at her rounded belly, and sighing. “I just don’t want our kits to die…” The cream tom smiled, his tabby tail swishing in the rain-soaked air. “I will do everything in my power to protect them” Blazemoon looked at the cream tom, love shining in her eyes. “Thank you, Hayshine,” She purred. “Our kits will be very proud to have a father like you, maybe one day, you will be Moonstar’s deputy.” Hayshine looked embarrassed, “I don’t expect that…” He meowed, flustered. Blazemoon shrugged, her amber eyes glowing with affection. A silver tabby padded up, and small kit not far behind her. “We won’t stay here for long,” She told the young queen, who then sighed with relief. She heard a squeal of delight and turned to the young kit to see her pouncing on Moonstar’s tail. “Smallkit!” Blazemoon scolded lightly. “Give Moonstar a break!” The small silver tabby looked up innocently. “Why Blazemoon? Mama doesn’t mind!” Moonstar sighed, her deep blue eyes shining in the afternoon rainy light. “Smallkit doesn’t understand the difference between rain and sun,” She meowed, looking back at the young little prancing kit. She turned around, and headed away, towards the place that used to have a leaders den. She cautiously padded inside. Blazemoon watched, sighing. “Will SkyClan ever find the right place?” she wondered out loud. Hayshine thought for a moment. “Yes, all clans do. Remember stories of the great journey of ShadowClan, RiverClan, ThunderClan, and WindClan?” Blazemoon wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I’d rather not, but yes” Hayshine shifted uncomfortably. “Then, do you remember that they had to search far and wide to find the lake? It took them a whole year to find it! But they didn’t give up, and they persisted, and they found the lake, and that is what SkyClan is going to do!” Blazemoon nodded reluctantly, “I feel as if our kits deserve better, Hayshine, Gingerberry said they would be coming soon, and what if we are on the move when they come? Where would we stop?” Hayshine shrugged helplessly, and sighed, looking at the rain-soaked camp. Everything had just, collapsed when the rain had started, and the remaining SkyClan cats were trying to patch it up. A young apprentice raced past Blazemoon, holding a few twigs in her jaws. Hayshine called to the apprentice, “Sightpaw! Do you mind getting some dry moss? I thought I saw a clump over that direction,” He flicked his tail to a pile of moss in the back of the clearing. The grey she-cat, Sightpaw put down the twigs, and nodded, “Sure, Hayshine!” She pranced away to the pile, and brought the dry moss back, “What are you going to use it for?” She asked curiously, her head tilted to one side. Hayshine flicked his tail, “You will see,” she dipped her head, and padded back to the twigs, picking them up, and heading to where the other apprentices were working. Hayshine turned back to Blazemoon, “Help me put this around camp, in the wettest spots,” Blazemoon nodded, following him to a tree trunk, and placing som dry moss there. They worked until the moon was half-way up in the sky, and admired the work they had put in. The camp was covered in a thick layer of moss, the rain had stopped, and the moss had soaked up most of the extra wetness. Blazemoon studied camp closer. There was a small stream running through the center of camp, separating the camp in two. On one side, there was a patched-up nursery, which, she reflected, she would sleep in when closer to kitting. Next to it was the almost finished apprentice den, the walls of the fern den were covered in twigs, and new ferns, making it less easy to get smothered by rain. Across the small stream was the leader’s den, it was made of a tree with a hollow in the center, making enough room for two cats to sit comfortably together. Next to the leader’s den was the elders’ den, Peakmoon was sitting outside, patching up the walls, but drowsing also. On the other side of the leader’s den was the warriors’ den, where the warriors would sleep, it’s fern covering was the least protective, and it was the least finished, but every cat knew that the warriors didn’t mind, and the ones that did had the sense not to complain. She smiled, this looked like a good home for SkyClan, and if they moved on, she still didn’t know where they would go.
Ty for reading :3
