describe your clan (204/100)
give your leader a history and/or personality (228/200 + 238/200)
write about or draw your leader meeting one of your new clan members (312/200)
Crowfire couldn’t believe his eyes when Ant walked into his camp. They’d known each other on the twoleg streets, albeit barely. The large brown tom wasn’t the most easily influenced, so to have him believe Crowfire’s story was an astounding feat. Or at least believe it enough to see what all the fuss was about. “I can’t believe you came.” CrowClan’s leader stood tall and proud as Ant approached.
His expression was confusing, but Crowfire could tell he was annoyed at the least. The other tom surveyed the area with a careful sweep of his head. “Where’s everyone else?” Ant’s voice was dry and dull, like he truly didn’t care where he was. It hurt Crowfire more than he wanted to admit.
“There isn’t anyone else.” His words were quiet. “I don’t think anyone else believed me.”
“I didn’t believe you.” Ant slowly walked towards the middle of the camp, taking in his surroundings. Crowfire gulped as he moved around, being cautious of where his friend was going. His gut ached; he felt like a kit clinging to their parent, despite Ant being only a few moons older than him. “Where would I be sleeping?” Crowfire’s eyes widened as he looked around the camp, frantic, searching for the fallen tree. His eyes spotted it and he darted over, calling Ant to follow.
The tree had been overturned, presumably from the bushfire. Its roots were vertical and stuck up into the air in all different directions. A hole in the side led to a seemingly cosy hollowed out trunk. Crowfire gestured to Ant to enter, and as he did, his shoulders dropped, and calmness washed over him. “It reminds me of home. I don’t know why, but it does.” He took a deep breath and breathed in the smell of burnt wood.
“So, will you stay?”
“How could I leave you here alone?”
His expression was confusing, but Crowfire could tell he was annoyed at the least. The other tom surveyed the area with a careful sweep of his head. “Where’s everyone else?” Ant’s voice was dry and dull, like he truly didn’t care where he was. It hurt Crowfire more than he wanted to admit.
“There isn’t anyone else.” His words were quiet. “I don’t think anyone else believed me.”
“I didn’t believe you.” Ant slowly walked towards the middle of the camp, taking in his surroundings. Crowfire gulped as he moved around, being cautious of where his friend was going. His gut ached; he felt like a kit clinging to their parent, despite Ant being only a few moons older than him. “Where would I be sleeping?” Crowfire’s eyes widened as he looked around the camp, frantic, searching for the fallen tree. His eyes spotted it and he darted over, calling Ant to follow.
The tree had been overturned, presumably from the bushfire. Its roots were vertical and stuck up into the air in all different directions. A hole in the side led to a seemingly cosy hollowed out trunk. Crowfire gestured to Ant to enter, and as he did, his shoulders dropped, and calmness washed over him. “It reminds me of home. I don’t know why, but it does.” He took a deep breath and breathed in the smell of burnt wood.
“So, will you stay?”
“How could I leave you here alone?”