The sun was going down. It had been little over two moons since they've come down to the new territory. Goldenstar, an orange tabby, padded onto a boulder from which he could oversee the entire camp. They still needed a name for the rock, and if it didn't come to the Clan soon they'd be stuck with Gathering-boulder. The camp was still a work in progress, the nursery was set up, using several sticks and small logs to create the shell, they had added leaves on top to insulate it. The elder's den wasn't quite ready, having only the sticks and logs set up, and the apprentice's den lacked half of its protective leaves. But the warrrior's den was perhaps the furthest from being completed, its only protection against the weather were the logs. This was TreeClan, they belonged in the forest. Even if the old forest was savaged by fire, this forest would be their home for moons to come, and they would make the best of it. Nothing could stop them from living here, not badgers, not foxes, not even DarkClan.
"Goldenstar!" A cat meowed from behind him, padding onto the rock, as if to test its stability.
"No, Amberpool, I haven't got a name for the boulder, I think it'll be stuck with Gathering-boulder." He responded coolly. He twitched his tail in annoyance, it was the seventh time the medicine cat had come asking for a name!
The small brownish-pelted tom turned to face Goldenstar and twitched his tail. "That's not what I have to talk about. It's more important!" He meowed importantly, then added somberly, "The fate of TreeClan depends on it."
AN: Hi! So I've deleted all my old stories, and created this new one, it's intended to be longer and better!
PS: Warriors is not my intellectual property, all the cats in here may occasionally have the same name - that is an accidental coincidence.