Sitting at the entrance to camp, Froststar waited impatiently for her apprentice to wake and crawl into the dim morning light, flicking her tail in irritation. Wake up, RiverClan. Hurry.. Jeez. Froststar wasn't particularly a morning person, and was never up this early, but she hadn't been able to sleep all night. So now she was jittery and a bit hyped up on her last bit of energy. Nightmares and fear had plagued her that night, so she merely tossed and turned, coming up with battle strategies here and there. Finally she had come to one conclusion- RiverClan would need to be strong, and ready. The river already protected them, yes, but what they needed... was able paws. So there she sat, finally giving up and calling out Willowpaw's name, ignoring the aggravated looks from her still resting clanmates.
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forever nostalgic