In some ways, it could even be considered a nice day. The sun was shining down through the Fourtrees, and when Firestar took a deep breath in, he could tell that it probably wasn't going to rain anytime soon. His clanmates were beside him, loyal despite his heritage.
Speaking of heritage. . He looked over at his kin,standing beside his leader and awaiting any command. It seemed like so long ago they had fought together, and Firestar was so thankful Windclan decided to side with them rather than against them. He had missed his brother.
The other tom, as if sensing Firestar's thoughts on him, looked away from the conversing Tallstar and Deadfoot, and treaded through the crowds to reach him. Thunderclan cats shifted warily at his approach, but let him past; they were supposed to be united, after all.
"We'll be fine" Firestar said immediately, craning his neck down to meet the much smaller warrior's unimpressed expression.
"Don't try and raise my spirits, you're not a medicine cat" they both glanced over their shoulders at Yellowfang, who, sensing their looks, scowled at the both of them. Turning back, the black cat amended "okay, you're not most medicine cats."
Firestar let out a huff of laughter, before sobering "see you on the other side then?"
"See you on the other side brother ."
Flea brain, Firestar thought as his brother slinked back to his clan, ignoring the shocked murmurings Firestar's cats were spreading through their ranks. I'll get him back for that one.
Then all thoughts of his brother and petty revenge left his mind, as on the opposite side of Fourtrees, more and more cats came slinking out of the bushes . . .