“Smokewing, Smokewing, SMOKEWING!” Firetree yelled at the deputy. “What is it Firetree?” Smokewing asked calmly. “Okay so… A, Treestar is dead, B, we need to do something about Ravenpaw, and C, WHERE WERE YOU?!” Firetree concluded his statement with a yell. “Answers, A, I’ll appoint my deputy tonight, B, either bury it or leave it on the Thunderclan border, and C, with an old friend,” Smokewing said in her normal casual monotone. Smokewing rolled her eyes, thrashing her tail and hanging it low as she walked off. “Dear Starclan, no peace nowadays. Might as well just sneak away.” Smokewing looked over her shoulders at Firetree. Idiot much? She thought to herself without saying another word. Smokewing began to walk to Enzo. “I’m heading out, if I don’t come back by Moonhigh, it means I’m dead, so might as well keep an eye out,” Smokewing turned and ran away before Enzo could respond, leaving him with only hope of her returning, and a scared and confused expression. Dovesong paced in the sandy clearing, unsure of what to do, only her swirling mind and thoughts seeing through. Winterstar walked over to her, tapping her with his tail and pacing in front of her, “Sit down,” He meowed, eying her with his ocean blue eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked gently, giving her a small nudge. Dovesong looked down before responding, “I just think Smokewing had a change of heart, you know, even after she dropped me in, she saved me,” Dovesong mumbled, looking up to meet his eyes. Winterstar looked astonished, looking to his side as the elderly Sunfur stalked over loudly, his friend Strikebreeze eyeing him from the other side of the clearing as he sat down and looked at the other two. “I know I may be elderly, and I’ve refused to retire down to elder like Strikebreeze, he has also refused for a bit longer than me, and I still think as a warrior of my clan, I would like to help with whatever you are going through Dove, and you to Winterstar.” Winterstar nodded, “That is very polite, and I appreciate your loyalty and wanting to help within you clan,” Winterstar mewed with an icy gaze. Dovesong nodded, “It’s a very good trait to have, that many others lack nowadays.” She mewed as she looked back at Winterstar. “If we need anything, we will come to you, but until then, there is nothing yet,” Winterstar said with a small smile as he blinked to show his gratitude. Sunfur nodded and smiled back, “I should get back now,” He dipped his head before walking lopsidedly away and sitting back down next to Strikebreeze who began to overload him with questions on his conversation. “That was delightful, no one in the clan has offered to help me since Featherstar died,” Winterstar went quiet, a fresh bit of pain and agony washing over him as his ears flattened against his head. Dovesong looked sorrowfully at him, feeling a pang of sympathy. “Don’t worry, you’re a great leader,” Dovesong mewed quietly with a soft expression, “Now you go out and get them! Prove to the clan what your worth!” Dovesong piped encouragingly, eyeing him with an encouraging blue gaze as she nudged him. “Thank you Dovesong,” He stood up, “And for a matter of fact, I will go get them,” He smiled, his white pelt glimmering as Dovesong wrapped up the long conversation. “Just get some rest, I’ll get Jaggedfur to watch over the clan while you do,” She whispered, winking as he laughed and walked towards his lichen draped den. Dovesong sighed, looking around, then laying her eyes on Jaggedfur who sat in front of the entrance to Winterstar’s den, only yawning and looking around. Oh right, his elder ceremony is tonight, Dovesong thought to herself as she looked at the grey and battle scarred tom who looked of knowledge and skills. Dovesong shook her head, he may be old and look wise, but he seems to have a look in his eyes… Dovesong’s soft look turned into a suspicious glare as she inspected him. Oh, I see him, and I also know he’s thinking of a plot.
