Time In Camp

Though it was leaf-bare, this particular day was slightly warmer than most during the season, with few specks of white fluff blocking the sun. It was about the time of sharing tongues, though the air was still cold and brittle.

Overall it seemed as if Thunderclan seemed to be getting used to Skyclan being around; It wasn't a big clan, as well did they hunt and fight alongside Thunderclan. Of course there was still a couple of cats not exactly, how you say, "buddy-buddy" with them yet. After all...Skyclan was a rival clan until they showed up bleeding, begging for help right in front of the confused Thunderclan warriors' eyes. It had been explained later that rogues had driven Skyclan out, and although this was none of Thunderclan's business, Lionstar the Thunderclan leader had decided to let them stay for a while, at least until it was safe for them to return home. The way the golden tom had simply allowed them into his camp was a little strange, acting as if he had little yet at the same time much interest in what was going on. The truth was, he found strength rather than weakness in letting the injured clan stay with his own. They gave him information, as well as making the clan look bigger, stronger than others. For this both clans were well off so far, with patrols out daily and warriors prepared for anything these rogues may suddenly throw at them out of nowhere.

But enough of that. Today was a simply, calm day in camp for both clans. Some cats may be asleep still, while others may be chatting about patrols for the day, others murmuring about themselves in small groups about the rogues along with ideas they may have to use against a sudden ambush, if it were to happen.

Lionstar himself was simply sitting by his den, watching the two clans move about with almost-normal clan routines, though still alert and cautious, as if expecting a fierce, blood-thirsty killer to drop don on them any moment they took their eyes away from a patch of grass or certain wobbly tree branch. Some times, the Thunderclan leader thought the tension was so thick, he could feel it in the air when he was hunting or patrolling with his clanmates.

Either way, they were prepared, even on this easy-going, normal day in camp.

"Hello, Lionstar." Embershade greeted the leader, padding out into the sun-filled camp. She sat down in an equally shady-equally sunny spot.

Lionstar perked his ears and looked over. "Oh, hello to you as well, Embershade." He calmly greeted the warrior. "It's a fine day today, as far as leaf-bare days can get."

"Yes, yes it is." The she-cat agreed. "What are you up to?" Embershade asked.

Flamestar padded into camp, dropping a freshly-caught thrush on the fresh-kill pile. He sat down and looked over. "Decent hunting out there." He commented, nodding to the thrush. "Probably the warmest leaf-bare day I've seen!"

"I thought the hunting should be harder... But I guess with the sun out, our prey has come to enjoy it. That makes leaf-bare way easier." Embershade pointed out.

Lionstar nodded in greeting to Flamestar. "That's good. When I see Mosspelt, I'll let him know to send a Hunting Patrol out. We should take advantage of the 'extra' prey while we can." He meowed in agreement.

Embershade stretched out in the sun, the sun hitting her fur. "Right now, all I want to do is relax." She meowed.

Lionstar snapped his head around to glare at her sternly. "It's leaf-bare. Prey is scarce, and it's rare to see a day like this. Not to mention there are blood-thirsty rogues running around, yet you want to relax?" He meowed, surprisingly calm despite the look he was giving her.

I don't know!" Embersahde replied jumping to her paws, her eyes wide with terror. "I didn't mean to-” She cut off, looking down at her paws.

Lionstar sighed. "It's fine. I'm afraid the season along with the growing tensed thoughts of the rogues has pushed us quite a bit." He admitted, looking up at the sky once more. "It makes me wonder what Starclan thinks of this."