Hi guys! My story is a bit late, if you don't mind. I wrote all of your cats, and it got me thinking bunches. I want each of them to have a special part in my story, just like each supporter is in mine. :) I have taken all of your kitties! I am VERY sorry that I might have gotten their description wrong. Please don't eat me :(( But if you guys are hungry, come to my house! I have tons of Romanian food for all of youu! I have sarmale (cabbage wrapped in meat, which actually tastes ALLOT better than it sounds) mamaliga, a type of yellow food which is made of corn starch. Also, really good! :D And we have non-Romanian food too! Steak, I have potatoes, I have salad, and some yummy fruit cake made by my mother with canned mandarins, canned pineapple, oranges, and those really good fruit. Haha, I'm sorry if I'm making you hungry! Hahahahaha. Oh, by the way, the four Clans are: WillowClan, StormClan, MoorClan and CloudClan. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this chapter! :)
Stormheart was right. For the past couple days it has rained severely. Over flooding has become a problem, and the four Clans have contributed to hunt and keep eachother safe. The nursery was actually set in the tree nooks, thanks to the brilliant CloudClan cats, the clever idea for sculpting out nooks for Queens to lay and rest. A kitting has proceeded a quarter moon ago, causing warriors to stumble, and run frantic, trying to get her comfortable, since the medicine cat's temper have been short, they have been sending out warrior's to do things. Poor Oakleaf, she was coughing the whole kitting. The tree was sodden, and it's bark was peeling hasn't recovered, and was still in horrible condition. He was confirmed to stay in the medicine cat den for at least one moon. His burns have been bad, and his lungs have breathed allot of smoke.
Stormheart has been working hard, going on two hunting patrols a day. The warriors were soggy, fur always clinging to their frames so it looked like they were tons skinnier then they actually were. Rainleaf and Stormheart patrolled together, usually their up-beat smiles and jokes always got the patrol in a good move. The CloudClan cat, Thunderstorm, has been also volunteering to go on with Rainleaf and Stormheart, and usually stayed closer then Rainleaf wanted.
Stormheart picked up on that, and bristled his fur just to show that she didn't appreciate it. Thunderstorm's 'eyebrows' narrow, but he slows his pace, and walks uncertainly behind them. It was like regime. Thunderstorm thinks, anger bubbling inside his chest. StormClan think they are always the best!
Once Rainstorm's patrol entered camp, a big meeting was held. The Clan leaders were all sitting on a stupid excuse for a Clan tree, with it's branches all droopy from the water. The patrol shook their fur, dropped the meager amount of prey on a growing fresh-kill pile, which mainly contained of fish because the fish probably sprouted and was multiplying in this weather.
For the WaterClan cats, it was the best time to fish. The other Clans still preferred to go to bed with an empty belly because they didn't want to go eat some slimy fish. Rainstorm and Stormheart actually grew a liking to it, and the CloudClan cats were suffering the most, since the squirrels and birds have either fled, or have just drowned in the terrible weather. Thunderstorm and Willowtail give up, along with the other CloudClan cats, and start eating fish, mostly salmon, because it was the closest to the trees, and had a distinct taste of the forest that they actually liked. Anyway, the clearing was tense. Rainstorm picked the feeling up by the wide eyes, ruffled fur, and eyes pale with distraught. Some warriors were on their paws, yowling things against their leader.
Rainstorm flicked her tail to Stormheart and the patrol to follow, sitting down in a patch of StormClan warriors, Stormheart sitting beside her, his eyes wide as he heard his leader speaking. His tail was curled protectively around Rainstorm, her tail twitching, but her eyes wide, and blazing with thoughts that swirled in her mind. But it's impossible!
"We have to leave," Windstar has said. "Yellowstar, Hailstar, Furzestar and I, Winterstar, have decided that we must leave. We can't stay here anymore due to the weather. We have survived long, yes. Our territories have been supporting us through seasons long, and hard. But we must move on. We can't live like this anymore. We have dangerously low food, and we don't have enough kits. Soon, we shall be fighting one to one so we can get a piece of food. None of the leaders want that, and I expect none of you want to as well." The leaders say.
A murmur broke out between the Clans, warriors whispering together about the Great Journey way way way way back, about a few thousand moons ago. The elders exchanged dubious mutters, as if they didn't really approve of the idea of leaving. Most of them have weakened, bones easily going to crack. Mothwillow, the oldest elder in all the Clans, in CloudClan was definitely not going anywhere. She had her bones way to weak, her fur falling off, and her pneumonia she got from drinking too much cold water when she had Greencough left her too vulnerable. The medicine cats were trying to fix her, but with no luck, soon, Mothwillow might end up leaving and going to the high heavenly ranks of above.
Wolfspirit and Ravenfeather, of MoorClan sprang to their paws. (Thanks LeonaJayJasmine for liking my story! Here are you're characters! They will play an important part in my story! :) ) "We can't leave!" Wolfspirit growls, his dark grey pelt bristling, and Ravenfeather nods, her eyes flashing. "We have many weak cats in MoorClan," she explains, but raised her head. "We are still strong. But, some of us can't make it, mostly the Queens and the elders. They can't leave. Espeically the Queens, which have kits to care for. We don't have enough food to start, and we don't have such a clean and strong reason to leave," Ravenfeather meows, the black she-cat challenges her leader.
Silvermist and Blacknight, (Thanks Wildfire Talausa for favoring and liking my story! Here are you're characters, jus as I promised. They also are the more quiet, but they are clever and do everything together ;)) the brother and sister team nods, the quite pair hardly ever talking, but this time, it was for an important reason. "We have to stay, we can't just get up and leave!" Silvermist mews. Blacknight nods with his sister. "Yeah. I don't want to leave my sister, which isn't going. We have to stay together, and leaving shall just mess up our bonds. I suggest we don't leave." Blacknight meows.
Winterstar's eyes blaze, and Hailstar growls, tail lashing at his warriors. How dare they disobey his decision!? Twilightfur and Redclaw, the two mates raised their heads.
"But think of this! This will help our Clans! We need to go. We need food, and this forest has provided us enough, but it isn't enough anymore. Imagine we go to a new place, with food, water, and new territory space. New prey to try, more territory to roam. But it also comes with a cost. Our Elders and Queens might have harder time to get there, and we may lose cats on the way there, due to weather or some sickness." Redclaw explains, but there was a bit of uncertain mew edges in his voice.
Twilightfur done a good job of hiding her nervousness, her nose raised to the sky. "We shall do a debate!" she mews. Dawnheart, Dawnclaw, and Greeneye were conferencing in a small circle. Even though they were from separate Clans, this important event got them together. They had to decide if whether to stay, or leave. This might change their lives greatly, but might also end them really quick. Icepaw and Dustpaw were together, their heads bowed. "I can't leave," she whispers. "I...I know I just ran away from my twolegs. I love Clanlife, but I might miss them..." Dustpaw whispers to Icepaw. Icepaw nosed her gently. "It'll be fine," he promises. "We'll do what we think is best for our Clans."
Breezeclaw sprang to his paws. "I say we leave," he mews. "New land, more prey. I suggest we also leave. Imagine all the new prey, and we can get to explore more of our world." His voice was powerful. Suddenly, a mew rises over the crowd. "Breezeclaw, we can't." Stormfall's weak mew rang around the clearing. "I'm expecting." She meows. Breezeclaw whipped around, his eyes wide with warmth. He ran to his mate, nosing her. "Then we can't leave." He whispers, nosing her.
"I suggest you leave," a meow came from the edge of the clearing, where a single black cat was standing. "Because, we don't want you here." More dark cats appeared behind him.
Thanks for reading, and thank you for waiting so long! Thanks for all the support, and my grandma is getting better. Thanks for all you're support, it was a really hard time, but now its alright. 3 Thanks once again!