Creatures of Starclan [A Discord Gang AU]

Leafbare is coming

Darkmoon glanced up, her pupils widening. A white speckle drifted through the sky. She was born in the leafbare, and doesn't quite remember it. It was very pretty, and soon, it was snowing. She was slightly cold, but very amazed. She glanced across the clearing to the amazed apprentices, as this was their first winter as well. She turned to her older clanmates, and even Greystar left her den to enjoy the snow.

Spiritpath sat in the corner, semi-freezing. He had short fur, so obviously the cold gusts of wind would shake him up. Darkmoon gave a chuckle, and glanced at Sharpzephyr, who had medium fur, and was enjoying the snow. Swiftclan had no kits so far, but they did have a strong clan. 

Greystar would climb atop tall rock and announce to her clan, "Swiftclan! Winter is coming. I see you're all outside of your dens already, enjoying this pretty season." She announced lightheartedly, but immediately turned serious. "This season is the worst. No prey, no herbs, no lakes, it's horrible. We'll have to send out extra patrols."

Darkmoon frowned. What? Why was leafbare so horrible? She glanced to Spiritpath, a somewhat older, experienced tom. He's been in the winter and remembers it. 

"You're all dismissed. My deputy will send out patrols at sunhigh sharp." Greystar finished, bounding off the high boulder, heading straight into her den.

"Spiritpath?" Darkmoon whispered. The half-colored tom perked his ears, and turned to face Darkmoon. "What?" He eyed the young she-cat. "Why does everyone say that the leafbare is horrid and deadly? It's so pretty!" Spiritpath immediately took offense to that. "Do you not understand how cold it gets? If it weren't for the nests and dens, I'd have froze to death! Not to mention, there are no herbs, all the prey are in hiding, and greencough! We'd die of the cold, starvation, or untreated illness!" He ranted. Darkmoon shrunk back.

"Leave Darkmoon alone." Sharpzephyr hissed, making Spiritpath growl, and storm to the other side of the clearing. Darkmoon turned to her clanmate. "Sorry about Spiritpath. He's.. weird. Very weird." Sharpzephyr apologized, making the small she-cat smile. "Thank you, Zephyr! Oh- Well, can I call you that?" She asked. "Sure." He smiled. "What should I call you? If I get a nickname, you do too." Darkmoon thought, before perking up. "Darky! Call me Darky." Sharpzephyr nodded. "Alright Darky--"

"Patrols!" The deputy called. "Sharpzephyr, take yourself and.. Darkmoon to patrol the borders. Spiritpath, take Ferntuft and Willowpaw on a hunting patrol."

As Spiritpath groaned and gathered his clanmates, Sharpzephyr and Darkmoon glanced at eachother. "Perfect timing. Today, is the start of a new friendship between swiftclan's strongest warriors!" They both smiled, chuckling. "Come on, Darky!" Sharpzephyr raced out. "Wait for me, Zephyr!!" She laughed, following after. Today would be a long day.