The five Warrior Clans are going extinct. Gatherings and Moonpool visits are inacessable, with leaders falling left and right. The lake territories are being wiped out to the brink of extinction by new, large predators that have migrated into their...
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But how useful is one cat that can turn into a wolf, really? Doubt dampened her thoughts as Crescentsky pondered beside the camp walls.
I'm not stronger or bigger than any of the wolves that hunt us, am I? Then she realized how crazy her mere thoughts sounded right now.
This is insane! I get to find out what it's like to be inside of a wolf's body. I must be the first cat ever!
Crescentsky opened her jaws to check the air again, but all she could smell was stony river-water, stale reed beds and the swirling night air.
Imagine the other possibilities as well, a voice inside of her head taunted her. She lifted her muzzle, looking up at the pelt of stars.
I could protect all of the clans from dangers like these. Twilight tossed a blanket of indigo across her swirling tabby pelt.
I could guard this entrance each and every night, if I find out how to embrace the gift Starclan's given me. When she thought about it that way, it was kind of neat. It even felt like a blessing, in a way.
A soft wind blew past her face, cooling her muzzle and ears. Crescentsky almost impulsively turned and asked her sister what she thought, but stopped herself. Tinyflame's eyes were half-closed in exhaustion.
She's tired. But I know what she would say anyway.
She could imagine the words now; "Crescentsky, it's dangerous. You shouldn't be excited to use an ability like this. You need to be realistic. Whether you're a cat or a wolf, you're going to get injured!"
And the tabby-and-white she-cat knew that her sister had a point.
I'll think of that when it happens, though. Her white-tipped tail couldn't help but swish across the flattened grass. Crescentsky wished that tomorrow night would come faster, when she would have the freedom to sneak off without so many repercussions for being caught.
I'm a warrior now. And after tonight, my name will be secured.
She scanned Riverclan's forest incline from edge-to-edge, trying to take her job as a guard seriously despite the drudgery.
Nothing there. The she-cat squinted toward the marshy Riverclan plains that were lain behind a batch of wide-spaced willows. Certain that all was well, Crescentsky bent down and began grooming her belly.
The silence was long. The night dragged on, each gust of wind causing Tinyflame to shiver awake where she sat.
The Clan is asleep. I could ask her if she wants me to change and scout around or not.
