The day meaning was put back into Wolfscar's life was ironically stormy. What started as a drizzle soon became a down pour by mid afternoon. The cats of Rainclan were soaked to the bone and dripping with misery. Worst of all, as the weather worsen; the dens began to fall apart.
"This is all Swiftheart's fault you know" Webwhisker, the silver-furred deputy pointed out. He and the other warriors were in the warrior den, watching as the rain slowly took about their shelter.
Snowstorm grumbled "Yes because I'm sure some mouse brain in Starclan just gave her the ability to control weather." The white tom had a knack for being sarcastic and against anything Webwhisker stood for, which was probably why he was Wolfscar's only friend.
Webwhisker scoffed at him "No idiot, I am talking about how she let Gorgeclan invade the camp, during the fight dens were trampled on. We weren't given enough time to fix them before this storm."
It had been a moon since Swiftheart's death, yet most of the clan felt the need to blame for every bad thing that happened. Webwhisker explained that Starclan was still furious with Rainclan.
"But thing are getting better" He stated that Starclan sent them little signs to show that they are slowly forgiving the clan. Like the birth of Webwhisker's healthy little she-cat, who was birthed by his mate a few days after the execution.
Of course Snowstorm was the only one brave enough, and dumb enough, to argue "Hate to break it to you Webwhisker but queens have given birth to kits since the beginning of time. Just because your loud-mouthed mate had a daughter doesn't mean Starclan has once again blessed us."
Snowstorm spent the rest of the day picking the ticks off of the elders' backs.
"Cloverstar is coming" Shadowflare , the she-cat with the sharpest nose in the clan, warned.
Seconds later a damp cream-colored she-cat walked into the warrior's den. Even though it was a short walk from leader's den, Cloverstar looked like she had walked to Gorgeclan and back. She was completely soaked and shivering from the wet water that clanged to her pelt.
"I hate bad weather" she complained and without an explanation on why she was here, she walked into the den and sat in the middle of her clanmates. She began to groom her long fur.
"Now I know you're waiting for the rain to stop before doing any work, but I don't think it's going to retreat any time soon." Cloverstar said between licks "So break time is over. I want three patrols. One will be lead by Webwhisker; this patrol will go around camp and repair the dens that are leaking."
"The other two will be hunting patrols. I want one to hunt at the hills and the other to hunt at the rabbit holes. Prey should be seeking shelter there."
That was Cloverstar for you. She's a rather small and lithe she-cat, the opposite of what you'd imagine a ferocious leader to look like. But her quick thinking, cleverness, and patience has made her a force to be reckoned with and deserving of the star prefix.
As Webwhisker began to organize his cats, Cloverstar walked up to Wolfscar.
"Now that I think about it, there is a cave near the Gorgeclan border" Wolfscar nodded, he knew the place. "Usually during storms prey likes to shelter there. Wolfscar can you go their and ummm" Cloverstar looked around the den.
She pointed to a senior warrior near the back of the den who was sleeping "And bring sleepy head with you."
Wolfscar gulped, he was just given the awful task of waking up old Cricketsong ''Yes Cloverstar"
At first he gently nudged the cream tom, but Cricketsong didn't even flinch. It wasn't until Wolfscar was shaking him and calling out his name did he wake up.
"What?" the senior warrior snapped "The clan better be flooded, on fire, or being attacked."
Wolfscar shook his head "Cloverstar wants us to hunt near Gorgeclan border"
"That old fleabag wants us to go out in the rain!"
You are calling her old? Wolfscar couldn't help laughing, considering Cricketsong was Cloverstar's father.
"Come on, everyone has to work in the rain too" Wolfscar nudged him out of his nest.
"Fine but it better clear up by the time we get there"
As if the storm clouds could hear Cricketsong, the rain began to clear up. It was reduced to a drizzle by the time the duo made it to the cave. That didn't stop the old tom from complaining the whole way.
"As her father, Cloverstar shouldn't give me so much work. I raised her for Starclan's sake! Doesn't that moue brain know that I was on the dawn patrol? I deserve a nap."
"Hey" Wolfscar interrupted his rant "Since it's not rain as hard why don't you hunt in the cave while I'll hunt near the border"
"Whatever you say scarface" Cricketsong snorted and began his hunt.
Wolfscar sighed with relief. Oh the joy of being away from that loud mouth! He doubt he was going to be able to hunt in the mud, but it was better than being with Cricketsong.
As he suspected, he wasn't able to pick up any scents. The rain blocked everything off. He deiced to get even closer to the border. Gorgeclan ground was mostly stone so mud would no longer be a problem. But as he walked he spotted white fur a few tail lengths ahead of him.
Hare! Excitement rushed through him. He sniffed the air to pick up its scent, but the delicious scent of rabbit didn't reach him. Instead he was greeted with the scent of Gorgeclan.
"Hey!" he growled at the white fur he originally thought was a hare.
Wolfscar watched as two brown ear perked up. The Gorgeclan cat turned her head showing Wolfscar a set of golden eyes that pierced through the dark, overcast forest.
Then something clicked something deep down inside of him made him stop and look into those bright golden eyes. Something made him stand still instead of confronting the intruder. Something in made him think 'those are the most stunning eyes I have ever seen'.
"Hey" the intruder answered back nonchalantly leaving Wolfscar to stare at her dumbfounded.
Little did he know that this chance encounter would be the starting point of Wolfscar long journey.