Speckled's Ceremonyyyyy

Froststar crawled out of her den and looked around the clearing, twice as busy as normal. The fact that ShadowClan was also there made her a bit upset- this was a RiverClan ceremony, after all. Then again, it would be a way to show ShadowClan that her clan was just as strong. She turned to face the willow tree, crouching down before leaping up on to a large branch. Digging her claws into the bark, she looked around before calling for a meeting, her voice strong and ringing above the clan.

Reedheart poked his head of the den at Froststar's call, pushing out of the crude looking entrance and out into the clearing. It seemed like ShadowClan loved to complain about everything in RiverClan, the dens being one of their main targets. The young warrior honestly couldn't see the problem. Pretty shells and rocks lined the nests, the dens were water tight, and they floated when the water rose.

Of course, no one told ShadowClan that the water rose.

Reedheart pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he walked up to the base of the willow tree, looking up at his leader from the ground as he curled his tail around his white paws.