The room where it happens (Closed)

Goldeneye padded out of camp alongside Ivystar, Jaystream, and Cloudstone, private matters needing immediate discussion. Goldeneye helped select a secluded patch outside of camp that was close but no cat could possibly hear them over the rush of the water that surrounded the camp protectively. The young medicine cat did not wish to go to war and was willing to propose that she head to all the other clans and ask for their assistance, the could not afford a full out war anymore, they did not have the resources for it.

As he was ordered, the deputy followed his leader in silence to the outsides of the camp, still a bit saddened by Brightpaw's death and the sorrow of his family. He settled down with the other three cats and he looked for a second at both medicine cats. It was obvious that the issue to discuss was the lack of herbs and the rise of predator's attacks in their lands. What would be their solutions to this problem? Goldeneye wasn't exactly the she-cat that would choose war when there's a chance to resolve a problem peacefully. Riverclan was dealing with a hard time and he was scared to lose more clanmates, more friends due to these hardships.

He really hoped that somehow they would end up deciding that the best to do for the well-being of the clan was to request other clan's help. Skyclan seemed to be good toward them but they were also Thunderclan's ally. Thunderclan and Windclan weren't an option. Shadowclan was a mystery.

Settling by a swift flowing shallow creek, Ivystar sighed and released the tension in her body that she'd hidden from her clan. Each day bro"ught her a new headache, more mouths needed to be fed than there was food and foxes ravaged their lands for scraps. And now they were out of herbs, what little SkyClan had given them wasn't enough.

"I know what you two wish to say. But I've already thought it through and seen it fall apart. SkyClan has given us all they can, ThunderClan has no herbs, and ShadowClan is no more ally than enemy. Does anyone have any other suggestions besides attacking WindClan for the weak hope of gaining herbs, because I'm not seeing anything." There was no beating around the bush, she was frank and honest with her counsel, too tired to play games. She wanted another way, something that wouldn't put them all at risk, but StarClan above, it seemed they were stuck between a rock and a hard place.