The evening patrol had come back several hours ago, Thunderstar sat outside his den gazing up at the stars lost to only his thoughts. The ginger and white tabby leader stood, slowly and surely, before making his way to the exit. His amber eyes set on the dirt at his paws as he glanced around. He was nearing the MoonClan/ShadeClan border. He had spent a great time of his deputy ship to keep peace between his Clan and their rival. A rivalry that went back to the time of the founders. The sound of a twig snapping caught the leader's attention, his amber gaze found a small black furball, a kitten that seemed much smaller than most. "You stink of permafrost, young one. What brings you here?" He asked softly, gently.
"I'm fleeing my Clan, I-I.. you're the MoonClan leader aren't you? Thunderstar." The small tabby and white tom dipped his head. "I am. You're of ShadeClan, your young."
"I'm six moons, I'm the runt of my litter." Thunderstar dipped his head.
"Very well, I'll allow to join MoonClan. We'll have you made an apprentice tomorrow after the patrols get back. Come with me, small one." He said, flicking his tail for the kitten to follow. Nightkit moved forward slowly at first before he had to run to keep up.
"What's your name?" Thunderstar asked.
Daisycloud busied herself within the confines of camp by clearing out the warrior's den. After a dreadful night's sleep, she decided it was time to replace the moss. — max my life is falling to pieces 22:29 Sun May 27 2018
Thunderstar had brought Nightkit back and the two had discussed quite a bit. As it turned out he was the son of a queen named Waspwhisker as well as he was ready to be apprenticed. Thunderstar stood tall as he stood atop the small mound he used for Clan meetings. "May all cats old enough to catch prey, gather here for a Clan meeting." I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 18:43, May 29, 2018 (UTC)