Form it from ashes [WIP]

[Chapter IV] - FallenClans new beginning

Sagestar had finally appointed himself a leader, but lacked the lives to be classified as a true leader- He'd have to find a way to fix such thing, but that comes later. Cats yowled in protest, while others bowed their heads, respecting such rank.

"Must've really gotten to your head, being in that clan for so long." Kindle hissed, half jokingly.

The new leader appointed himself a deputy as well as the rest being ranked as a warrior.

Kindle, being Sagestar's good friend, now had a big responsibility that he'd have to learn overtime. But for now, the main focus was to establish the territory and let the other clans know that they were to not be messed with.

Moonfur and Bravefeather were no such strangers to being a warrior and soon adapted to the rank. They both ran out of the camp to go hunt, while others just sat around, trying to remember their "warrior names".

One of the younger cats, Rat, came up to Sagestar and tilt his head at the leader. "What would my name be?" He asks.

Sagestar looked away from the young tom, his gaze fixed on nothing as he took a moment to think, before turning back and answering with "Deadpaw."

At first, the apprentice didn't seem to fond of the name. He narrowed his eyes at the slim leader, and nodded slowly. "Seems fitting enough." 

Deadpaw stalked away from the logs that twisted overtop the Clearing Pond, muttering half to himself. 

Sagestar gazed down into the clearing, watching the cats work together to put up a barrier. Most of the branches the former loners pulled from the depths of the forest was still quite charred, and upon forcing it into place, they would snap, sending ash everywhere. The cats decided to keep the more fragile materials toward the bottom, and the stronger towards the top.

He purred, watching the camp slowly come together. It was just like his old Clan. But better.

No one would betray him.

The sun made its way down the sky, a faded orange soon turning to a dusky blue. Deadpaw burst through a small hole in the barrier, causing the entirety of the area to crumble. A white and gray ticked warrior swatted at Deadpaw, warning him to back off and stop messing with the already unstable barrier.

Sagestar padded over to the warrior and laid his tail over the broad shoulders of the ticked cat. "Don't be afraid to use claws if he persists to do this, Bugwatcher. But don't cause a fight." The leader kept his voice low, glancing over at the rowdy apprentice.

Bugwatcher snorted and flicked his ear in agreement. "Will do." 

They took a few paces forward before turning back to Sagestar, "Mind helping us? We're lacking mouths to carry the good brambles."

The warrior pounced out of the camp, Sagestar hot on his heals as they ran out into the charred forest. Avoiding the fallen tree trunks and large rocks that lay about, they came to a spot where a bunch of bramble lay there, untouched. A few other cats surrounded the patch, trying to untangle the mess.

Sagestar bit down on a part of the bramble, and started tugging at it. Bugwatcher moved beside him and began pulling the opposite way. The bramble became looser, but still held in there. A few more tugs and twists, and the bramble soon came free. Chunk by chunk, the cats dragged it back to the camp, forcing it into places that needed more reinforcement.

It wasn't the best, but it was better than nothing.

Sagestar began to wonder what the other clans would think about a bunch of rogues suddenly moving into unoccupied territory. Images of rather angry cats, with backs arched, flashed in his mind.