Being able to manipulate elements is common among the clan cats. ThunderClan have many heavy-defensive earth and poison type cats, RiverClan cats are often the enviable water manipulators, ShadowClan are sharp offensive fire types, and WindClan swif...
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Orange sunset light bled into ShadowClan's camp, and a slight chill filled Smokeflood. It was a mix of the cool air, and seeing her great leader's deputy stand before her. Pearlfrost. The right side of his face was covered in blood from a cut vertically down the outside corner of his eye, though he seemed to be able to see fine. Multiple other cuts lined his body, most notably on his lower jaw, across his shoulder, and a rather hideous missing patch of thick white fur on his flank.
"Pearlfrost..!" His name left her mouth, her eyes desperately seeking his attention. The crowd gathered was loud, all noticing that Pearlfrost has arrived, that the deputy was alive and even he had abandoned RiverClan camp. "Pearlfrost!" How many others are alive and trailing behind? How many more?! Don't tell me this is it— there has to be more! She called to him again, and finally his green eyes swept over to her. His forest colored gaze was slightly lost, yet solid and firm at the same time. Their eyes locked.
She took a step to approach him, but the cats grew even louder as something happened, and suddenly she was pushed aside by a cat next to her. Smokeflood curled her lip to snap at the cat by her side, but she noticed what was happening. The crowd was parting. Down the center of the part strode a russet she-cat. The fur along her back and spine was tipped black, and her head and cheeks were crowned with dark shading as well. She walked with her tail high through the spongy nettles of the camp floor, her eyes ahead. The dying light blanketed her, shadows of trees striping her as she approached. The talk died down to silence, and crows calling in the distance could be heard.
"Cherrystar," Pearlfrost meowed, bowing his broad head. She dipped her head as well.
"I heard about what happened from one of your warriors, Murkyripple. We're very sorry about it." Pearlfrost blinked, but Smokeflood saw his minute hint of his jaw tightening.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Our medicine cats will heal any injuries you need help with, and you may stay in our camp," low murmuring started up, but Cherrystar flicked her tail sharply. "Any able bodied warriors you have must hunt, though. I can assign my own warriors to aid in teaching the basics of hunting in this foreign terrain."
"Very reasonable and very kind." The white tom agreed. Cherrystar let out a breath.
"I will have to be leaving now, though, for the Gathering; you have impeccable timing." At the words, the ShadowClan warriors pre-decided for the meeting parted from the crowd, heading for the entrance. Smokeflood strained to hear her final words. "I'll meet with you directly after." After the Gathering cats had all left, talk slowly started up again, and the ShadowClan cats dispersed. The few RiverClan cats who had also been there, lost in the crowd made their way to Pearlfrost. Smokeflood hung back a few paces, watching the ten or so of her clanmates check the deputy over. Leopardnose, Kiwipaw, and two ShadowClan medicine cats also made their way over, bundles of herbs prepared for the just-returned survivors.
