Regrouping (Clan Meeting 01)
Sept 20, 2013 21:14:52 GMT -8
Sept 20, 2013 21:14:52 GMT -8
Newleaf was here at last, slowly bringing the isle back to life. Shades of green were slowly replacing the browns and greys of Leafbare. All of this Cloudstar had noticed when he woke earlier that day. He had made it through his first Leafbare as leader, and he felt relieved. His struggles were far from over, but the warmer seasons were usually kinder. Now it was time to regroup and prepare his Clan for the new season and the adventures it would bring.
A salty breeze blew over the cliffs that the cats of CragClan called home, rustling Cloudstar’s thick white fur. The tom closed his eyes and lifted his muzzle to the air, drinking in the scent. The feeling of the breeze in his face was refreshing, making him feel energized. Cloudstar made his way to the top of the cliff that overlooked the rest of the CragClan camp. The overlook cliff was a sacred place. It was from there that the leader of CragClan called Clan meetings. The cliff had always been used for that purpose, even before the cats had been divided into Clans.
The large white tom slowly paced back and forth a few times while looking down at the camp. He had done this several times, but the anticipation he felt before calling a meeting still made him feel a bit nervous. Luckily, Cloudstar had always been able sound confident while he spoke, even if he didn’t exactly feel confident. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around the overlook cliff for a Clan meeting!” He yowled, his voice ringing out clearly. It was a good time to hold a meeting. The cats had just begun to emerge from their dens after a night of restful sleep. Most everyone was awake but hadn’t yet left camp to begin their duties for the day. Cloudstar flicked his tail in anticipation as he waited for his Clan to gather. There were many important matters he wanted to discuss before the cats of his Clan started their days. Some of it would be important for them to keep in mind as they went forward.
A salty breeze blew over the cliffs that the cats of CragClan called home, rustling Cloudstar’s thick white fur. The tom closed his eyes and lifted his muzzle to the air, drinking in the scent. The feeling of the breeze in his face was refreshing, making him feel energized. Cloudstar made his way to the top of the cliff that overlooked the rest of the CragClan camp. The overlook cliff was a sacred place. It was from there that the leader of CragClan called Clan meetings. The cliff had always been used for that purpose, even before the cats had been divided into Clans.
The large white tom slowly paced back and forth a few times while looking down at the camp. He had done this several times, but the anticipation he felt before calling a meeting still made him feel a bit nervous. Luckily, Cloudstar had always been able sound confident while he spoke, even if he didn’t exactly feel confident. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around the overlook cliff for a Clan meeting!” He yowled, his voice ringing out clearly. It was a good time to hold a meeting. The cats had just begun to emerge from their dens after a night of restful sleep. Most everyone was awake but hadn’t yet left camp to begin their duties for the day. Cloudstar flicked his tail in anticipation as he waited for his Clan to gather. There were many important matters he wanted to discuss before the cats of his Clan started their days. Some of it would be important for them to keep in mind as they went forward.