skibidi new character - Reedpaw stretched, gaping her jaws open in a giant yawn. She shook her head, closing her jaws, then she got up, stretching each leg in turn, and she looked around the camp inhaling the fresh scent of the RiverClan camp. Shaking her brown and very light pelt, she looked around, spotting Goldpaw and Mistedsky padding out of camp. Probably going to train. She mused, and she looked for Leathershoe. Reedpaw spotted his brown pelt, and she dashed over. “Leathershoe! Are we going fishing today?” She squeaked. Leathershoe looked at her with warm eyes. “No, Reedpaw. You’re helping the elders clean their den.” Reedpaw’s ears drooped. “No fun! Ugh, fine.” Reedpaw sighed, trudging over to the elder’s den under the willow. Lostriver and Nerogleam were in the den, sitting side by side. “Lostriver, Nerogleam, I’m here to clean your den.” Reedpaw meowed tiredly. Lostriver looked up, her light cream head shining. “Reedpaw, thank you. If you’d like, I can tell you a story.” Reedpaw raised her head, eyes gleaming. “Really? Yes, please!” As Reedpaw began hooking the dirty bedding and moss with her claws, Lostriver began speaking. “It was dark. The medicine cats of each Clan were at the MoonCave. And dear Reedpaw, this was a little way before you were born. A tall, tabby tom with shimmering white wings spoke in a deep, mysterious voice. He spoke of an ominous prophecy. He spoke of evil.” Lostriver began. Nerogleam purred in amusement, his brown pelt the same as his son’s Leathershoe’s, melting into the willow bark. “Lostriver loves to make this part dramatic.” He warned. Lostriver flicked her wing against his ear, then continued talking. “And I’ll continue. Cloudfur, the ThunderClan medicine cat kept his muzzle shut. But, Ashespool. No, no. He believed the prophecy as any good medicine cat should. RiverClan, our own medicine cat, Tortoisefur, was as confused as anyone else. But she listened to Ashespool. Everyone should. He is a good tom. Ashespool is the medicine cat of ShadowClan, and Junglestar. Everyone should respect him. And finally, Dewmist the WindClan medicine cat doubted our lives here. Foolish cat. But the prophecy spoke of 4 cats, one from each Clan. But one. One. Will betray them all and become a force to reckon with. That’s all. Scram, little one.” Lostriver finished, then with her wings she pushed Reedpaw out. Reedpaw yelped. Why doesn’t anybody treat me well? She frowned, but shook it off. Lostriver was just probably grumpy. She trotted towards the fresh-kill pile, and grabbed a juicy water vole. Reedpaw sat in the front of the reed enforced apprentices’ den, and sunk her teeth into the vole, taking a bite off and chewing it. Reedpaw finished her water vole, swiping her tongue across her jaws. Getting up, she padded into the shade of the reeds, and crouched down, folding her brown wings tight against her flanks. Her dark amber eyes narrowed into slits. I’ll just have to become a leader and make everything fair then. credits: music: skyfall - adele writing: me
