The New Age

[Russetleaf]

A slim built she-cat padded through the camp that had the thick muggy air of a summer swamp. The dark brown she-cat was unaffected by this air, but rather enjoyed the thickness of it. Deep blue eyes scanned the area, taking in all the actions that each cat performed. This she-cat was Russetpelt, the daughter of the former leader Poisonstar. He father had stepped down to old age, and weakness to the many sickness that he had survived through. Yet, Russetpelt didn't become the leader. Another cat, a former kitty-pet now lead the clan. Creekstar was the one whom her father choose to seek the welfare of the clan. Creekstar kept Russetpelt as deputy instead of making another deputy. His reason for doing so was unknown to her. She figured it was because she was familiar with the rank and it's responsibilities. Yet, Russetpelt couldn't help but feel it was to keep the annoying matters out his fur. The tom seemed to have a short temper when it came to matters he felt were less important, or that's what Russetpelt thought. Due to her father being ill a great deal of the time, Russetpelt had run the Clan for a short time. Taking care of the day to day actives and smaller things that she felt would only take from her father's rest. Maybe it was wise that Creekstar kept her as deputy.

Because of her experience to such a powerful role at a young age, Russetpelt was forced to grow up. Now, she always had a calm and collect expression upon her face. She had the aura of a welcoming cat, someone whom anyone could speak to about a problem. If Russetpelt had any bit of youthful play in her, she didn't show it.

Taking a seat, the she-cat licked her black paw and brought it over her ear a few times. She curled her thin, black tipped, tail around her paws. She tried to relax for a moment before she was needed to attention to matter that required her attention.

*Post was a little long. Feel free to make yours shorter, I don't mind.

[Softkit]

Softkit stumbled out of the nursery. She looked around. Her soft white pelt and green eyes shined. She looked almost exactly like her aunt Softstep. Many thought she was a reincarnation of the deceased Snowclan Queen. She smiled as she looked around.

She could be sassy but very sweet. She had long hooked claws for someone who was 6 moons old. She spotted Russetleaf. She passed over to her. "Hello!" she said and with a warm smile.

[Willowshade]

(crashing thread because yes people)

Willowshade arched her back and yawned, glancing about as she did so. Recovering from everything that'd happened, ShadeClan had been quiet and empty for quite a while now. She rarely ever had cats in the medicine den--truth be told it'd been several moons--and even she couldn't stand isolation for long.

But Russetleaf was back. She knew it the moment that cat walked through camp, could smell her, recognized the fur. She paused to talk to a kit that Willowshade recognized as well--Softkit, already looking old enough to be an apprentice.

She had nothing to lose. Willowshade padded out of the medicine cat den after briefly licking flat her black and white fur. "Russetleaf," she mewed in greeting with the slightest purr. "Hi. I'm glad to see you again." And she really was--though it felt strange. Still, she and the dark brown she-cat had never been enemies, and she was happy to see a familiar face, introvert might she be. "And Softkit," she added, nodding to the small cat. "It's been a while."

[Russetleaf]

Russetpelt turned her deep blue gaze towards a white she-cat who approached her. It was Softkit, the child or Brighteyes and Twoeyes. Russetpelt would soon be watching Creekstar give the she-cat her ceremony, or maybe she would depending on the timing. Before Russetpelt could reply, another voice joined the group. Turnign her gaze once more, she now found that Willowshade had joined the group. The two never seemed to be the best or on worse terms, just neutral always. "Greetings," Russetpelt said to the both of them. "I hope your days having been well."

*just notice ive been typing the wrong name. opps.

[Softkit]

Softkit turned around to see Willowshade the medicine cat that she has known since she was very young. She smiled at her. "Yes i have grown a lot I guess,' she said with a smile. She looked back at Russetleaf. She smiled more. She really wanted her as her mentor because she knew that she was friends with her mother and father Silverfrost and Badgertail. "I feel like it's been so long since I've seen any of you!" she exclaimed with a soft purr.

[Willowshade]

(wait jesus is it russetleaf or russetpelt imma go with leaf since that's display name but i'm hella confused)

"They've been... Quiet," Willowshade grumbled decisively at last in response to Russetleaf/pelt. "It feels like ShadeClan has so little cats now." She smiled half-heartedly back at Softkit. "That's why I'm glad we have young blood like you. Not to be weird."

It had been a while. "Yes, it's nice to see you both again," she mewed, somewhat distracted. "Hey, is Silverfrost around? I haven't seen her in ages."

[Silverfrost]

"I'm right here Willowshade!" she said as she slipped out of the nursery following where her daughter went to go talk to Russetleaf and Willowshade. She had a gentle smile on her face. She sat down next to Softkit rubbing her tail along her spine. "So how's everyone?" she asked.

[Russetleaf]

"Average," Russetleaf said simply. The she-cat's attitude was one of a cat who was consumed by her duties. It was a major change form when she was a kit and apprentice. She was trouble back then, trying to get the attention of her father who never seemed to have time for her. When it didn't work, she almost gave up. Then she gain the chance, leading his clanmates to fight alongside Snowclan. A pointless war, but it got her father's attention... maybe to much attention. With her father's love she gained the rank of deputy, a troublesome task yet it had become her life. Changed her for the better it seemed. Russetleaf was still unsure how her clanmates felt about her. Through their eyes she just a cat seeking power through blood. Now that Creekstar was leader, maybe such thoughts would disappear.

Russetleaf then came to gaze upon the smallest of the group, Softkit. "It is to my understanding Softkit that you are ready for a ceremony. Do you have someone in mind that you wish to train under."

[Willowshade]

"Silverfrost!" Willoshade couldn't help but purr as her old friend slipped out of the nursery. She smiled at her and touched muzzles. "How are things? It's been forever." She remembered their last drama-packed meeting with a wry grin.

"The same," she mewed, nodding sideways at Russetleaf. She turned her attention to Softkit, thinking the same about apprentices. "I know you want to be a warrior like your aunt," she purred, "But goodness, I can't wait for more kits--I really do need an apprentice."

[Silverfrost]

Silverfrost purred a bit. "My kits have grown up so fast!" she said and smiled. She smirked at Willowshade. "You're still young Willowhade. You have plenty of time to find an apprentice!" she said gently.