Rippedsky sat near the edge of the clearing as he watched the clan go about daily life. Everything was buzzing with activity. Unlike it being the urgency of leaf-bare, this was the excitement of newleaf. Kits were experiencing the warmth for the first time, apprentices were starting their training, and older cats were thrilled at the prospect of more prey. Hunting had started becoming easier again. It had been a long winter for all of them. Quite a few cats had been lost for various reasons. Breezewhisker had decided to leave, Eagleheart had been lost, and Snowstorm slain in the battle with Bear. However, everything had died down. Skyclan wasn't quarreling with any other clans at the time either. Instead of seeing it as boring, Rippedsky was enjoying having the freedom to train an apprentice right now and help run clan life. A contented sigh broke from his throat as he scanned the clearing.
The sun sat low in the sky, turning everything a mild orange. Prey had been caught for the day. Patrols were organized and done. Gorsepaw and him had time to go our for a little bit. For the most part, the day was done. It seemed like forever that he had simply had time to relax. The tom's tail tip flicked lazily. He half hoped that some of his clanmates, before they settled down, would stop for sharing tongues. He loved spending time with his clanmates. Despite the few unsure glances, most of them had warmed up to him. And even though Windclan blood flowed through his veins, this was his family.