Fourtrees #6

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Fourtrees is a group of four tall oak trees that the Clan wolves have held their Gatherings at since the early days of the Clans. Fourtrees is described as neutral territory, and is often used when wolves from different Clans want to meet outside a Gathering. There is a large rock in the middle of Fourtrees called the Great Rock.The Clan leaders use it to look down on the Clans and share their news during Gatherings. Also, there is a small opening in the rock with a space big enough for many small pups to fit into.

The firey female nodded. "Phoenixstar isn't here yet?" she said, glancing around. "I've been having some trouble with the StormClan wolves", Firespell lowered her voice. Her amber eyes glowed with a slight spark of controlled anger. "Wind and I sorted them out."

"What was the problem?" Streakpaws Royal blue eyes glittered. "And if Phoenixstar doesn't come back, you have to fill in for him." Her left ear flicks.

Fill in for him? Firespell felt nervous but she smiled. "Well one, I think it was Silentwhisper, started being rude about ThunderClan and talked of you and was provoking Wind as well. Luckily, we sorted it all out without too much fuss." The firey deputy leaned forward. "Please don't be angry with Silentwhisper here, it's the gathering."

"Don't worry, I wont. But what was he saying about me?" The energetic apprentice looked at her mentor. Her gaze was calm and curious.

"He said, he'd seen you on StormClan territory", Firespell whispered. "And if any young wolves ever went onto StormClan territory again, they would regret the day they were born." The firey wolf's eyes flashed. "His words, not mine. Anyway, I just ignored him."

But, I went on Shadowclan territory when I was a pup. I didn't know better. "I never went on Stormclan territory!" She looks down. "Mouse-brained!" She muttered.

Firespell nodded again. "I thought so too. Let's forget about him." The firey wolf lifted her head and stared at the Highrock. "There's only two leaders there."

"Yes, there is." Streakpaw looked up. "I wonder where Phoenixstar and the other leader is." Her claws dig in to the snowy ground.

"Me too". Firespell sighed. "I hope that the announcements come soon." She gazed at Silverpelt with wide amber eyes. I wonder what it would be like to stand on the top of that rock.

I run over to Firespell and knock her over.

[TC I need a huge recap]

Firespell whipped around and smiled in delight. "Mosseypaw! You're here!" She beckoned her sister over to her with her tail. The firey wolf had missed her sister.

(Mosseypaw, please use four sentences!)

[ok]

I walk over to Firespell and say,"I bet no one missed me." I turn in sadness. "I have been on a long jorney",I tell her.

Firespell licked her sister's face, trying to comfort her. "Of course, I missed you. When I got back from Highstones with Phoenixstar, he whisked me away to deal with humans. You're here now and that's what counts: I will never forsake you." The firey deputy sat up. "What journey?"

"O never mind did I say that,"I say worringly. I change the subject,"How is the clan doing?" I think I can't tell her about the journy. I wait to see what she says.

"Ok, for now", Firespell murmured, her gaze still on her sister. "Some humans came into our territory and we had to chase them off. It was very scary, a tree nearly flatterned me and Hawkpool. But apart from that, all right." She looked at Mosseypaw. "Are you all right, Mossey?" she asked gently.

Creekpaw trudged into the clearing. His muddy paws were leaving sticky paw prints in his trail. His gray fur was plastered to his sides, caked in muck. He flicked his ear irritibly, sending a drop of mud flying. "Why did Silentwhisper have to take me to the marshes right before the Gathering!" he muttered under his breath. It was his first one, as he never took much intrest in them when he was a pup, and he looked like he splashed in the mud like a pup! He sat down a little ways away from the crowd, sinking his mud choked claws into the earth. He bent over, lapping at his haunches. The large, normally gray apprentice spat, disqusted. Mud tastes horrible! He had no idea how he would get his pelt cleaned in time before the Gathering started.

"Yea I am fine just wored..........."I mumble. I think back to my journy and shiver. I fall over I fainted. I have a flash back of the journy.

Firespell was concerned when Mosseypaw said that she was worried, even more so when her sister fainted. "Mosseypaw, Mosseypaw, are you all right?" The firey wolf knew her sister had these faints before when they were pups but she was still worried. She looked around, standing by Mosseypaw.

I jurk awake and yell. I then turn and relise I am awake. I see my sister worred and wonder why did I have the same dream again. I sit up and wait.

Creekpaw stopped, mid lick. The large gray apprentice saw a flash of fur in the corner of one amber eye. It's a wolf! And it's....dead!? The muddy apprentice scrambled to his paws, dashing over to where a firey fae and a brown she-wolf were beside a figure, unmoving on the ground. He skidded to a stop, his scratched pads stinging as they dug into the earth. They all smelled of ThunderClan, and the orange wolf was worriedly speaking to the figure on the ground. To his relief, it was sitting up, and he recognised it as another fae. "Is everything okay?" the large male asked, genuine concern tinting his voice. "I saw you collapse," He glanced over his shoulder at his gray pelt, hidden under the dried, thick clumps of muck. Well this will be a Gathering to remember.

I wip around and say,"O I am ok I think." I sniff and then relise he was a Stormclan wolf. I ask him,"what is your name?" I turn fullily and ask.

Ember"star's" orange eyes lit up with joy. She puffed her russet chest out, raising her chin high like a leader. "That's great news!" the fae yipped. "ThunderClan wishes you well, Sparrowstar!"

The firey wolf smiled, her sister was ok: she licked her. Firespell looked up and saw a StormClan wolf standing next to them, looking a bit worried. She looked at him, "Hello there, I'm Firespell and this is Mosseypaw. She's my sister. What's your name?"

Creekpaw dipped his muddy head to Firespell. "I had no idea you were a deputy," He raised his head, deciding to answer both Firespell's and Mosseypaw's question. "I'm Creekpaw, apprentice of StormClan. Although, I'm not normally this muddy," he joked, glancing back at his gray pelt, concealed by brownish black muck. A pang of regret twisted his heart. [i]Sheerpup should be here with me right now, and as Sheerpaw," he thought, thinking of his friend back at camp. It wasn't fair that he was made an apprentice, and she remaining a pup. The large gray apprentice shook his head, clearing up his muddled mind and sending several flakes of dried mud whizzing through the air.