Post by SpoodleDoodles on Mar 11, 2013 19:52:32 GMT -6
The sun was beginning to rise beyond the horizon, the orange light tinting the overhead clouds in rose. The frost that had coated the ground was beginning to thaw, the first signs that newleaf were at long last on the way. The warmer morning was bringing the warriors out earlier, their snow-covered forms rising int he clearing they slept in. With newleaf came hope. Hope for warmer days, hope for at last, something to hunt on the moors. For more then a season now, there had been nothing to find. Nothign at all. If it wasn't for the prey deliveries from the other Clan, WindClan would be a bunch of frozen, starved bodies by now. As it was, sickness was breaking out, the Medicine Cat was still an apprentice, and to top it all off, ThunderClan had dared to send spies onto the moors after having the gall to deny WindClan prey.
The guards outside the entrance to the prisoner's cave stirred, looking more alert as a russet form passed by, his white-tipped tail curling slightly in the air. He still needed Fernpaw's official report, but it had been two days now since the capture of the spies, and a plan for action had become paramount. Would he let ThudnerClan get away with this? Redstrike had been wrong to harm the prisoners, but the feelings behind it had been honest. The whole Clan was looking to him for leadership now, and he was not going to disapoint. He had to protect them from Greenstar. He crossed the clearing and the stirring warriors, heading towards the jagged rock that served as an announcement post. With a single, smooth leap, he cleared it to the top, waiting on the frost-covered top until the new sun touched his black-tufted ears.
"Let all cats old enough to run the Grey Moors gather beneath the Eminent Crag for a Clan Meeting!"
To those who might not have noticed, Foxstar was different from before. He was not staggering, nor was he clutching the rock for dear life. For once, his head was clear, though his body was weak. His secret? He had gone to Thrushtalon before dawn, woken the annoyed tom and told him to stuff him with every strengthening herb possible. Thrushtalon had done so, and said he'd probably be good until sunhigh, which was all the time Foxstar needed. The russet leader knew he'd be far worse after the effects of the herbs subsided, but they would do their job for now, and the Clan would be stronger for it. His emerald eyes flickered across the cats gathering below him, looking at the faith and hope glowing in their eyes as they saw their leader looking as he was meant to, tall and proud against the sky and fading stars.
Now was the time.
Ooc: Several major announcements here, make sure you post! For time reference, this is taking place two days after the capture of the ThunderClan prisoners.