Glitter and Gold

Her blue eyes were focussed on the distance. A hard glance visable as she stared out over Windclan territory. She disliked other clans. That was a thing that had always been present from the start. But knowing how close some had grown over the course of the moons spend in the mountains frightened her a little bit more than she wanted to admit.

She knew that new borders had to be set up. New guidelines to live by. It would have been preferred if she could do this on a gathering, but knowing the idiot of a Tallshadow that led Shadowclan it would be better to have spoken to the other leaders seperatly first. And seeing how she didnt want to talk to Tall as the first one, and Silverstar probably wasn't in the best state, her first choice had gone to Oceanstar. The young leader, her half sister, who had gained her leadername just a mere few nights ago.

Butterstar had send a small patrol into Windclan territory to request a meeting with the leader. Alone and on the border. So Butterstar had come alone. Ignoring the patrol laying in wait downwind a few foxtails away. They would stay there if the conversation would go normal. They were only there to protect Butterstar if Oceanstar decided to ambush her. But knowing the leader she would probably be all alone. Yet you could never be too careful. So she stood there waiting in silence.
-oceanstar first

She stood there. Cool and stable with the wind pulling on her fur as she waited. She had never been one to wait patiently. Had always been one for action instead of words. But even she knew when actions would no longer be suitable and when words had to rise in order for a clan to survive. Border patrols talked. And her loyal warriors reported every little incident they heard back to her. It was, if you thought about it, actually quite useful that they had spend so long together. Apprentices had trained together. Found themselves friends of one another. And where Butter stood hard to make sure that her warriors and apprentices knew there place again in the forest. There had been little doubt in her mind that Ocean and Tall had done the same thing. they were kind. A bit too kind perhaps. Tall trying to be what his mother had wanted him to be and Ocean.. Ocean was a mother at heart. She carried the softness Butter had long since forgotten. It stood her well. That Queen leader of Windclan. But she knew little of how to harden her soul.

Tall on the other hand.. He just did not seem born to be a leader. Innerstar had been a master of words. Knew when to take action and in her stupid pride had she appointed the son of her former leader to honor Shrewstar. Butter feared deep within that that would lead to some sort of fall for the proud shadowclanners.

Silverstar.. She would rather not think of. The old Skyclanner had had a life filled with fighting for where he could stand. Now old and barely able to walk she knew his days were counted. Yet somehow he was holding on. Perhaps he did not see Thornface ready to be leader yet. Perhaps he himself was not yet ready to face Starclan. Whatever would happen to him, to Thornface once leader and to the whole of Thunderclan was a thought for later. She couldnt hold up the entire forest by her own four paws. Yet she was sure of the fact that Thornface would be a good leader, once stepping up to the plate. Or well Tree as she had heard. Ocean.. just needed some talk and perhaps training. Tall.. tall was a lost cause.

She shook her head. Slightly frustrated. One thing at a time Butter. First a talk with Oceanstar was at hand. And the windclanner seemed to be right on time. Her ears flickered trying to notice any sounds of another patrol but was left alone. Did she really not come with backup. Or was she simply starting to learn how to hide her cats. Butter hoped the latter. No other clancat was to be trusted. Especially not a leader. Yet she did not speak of this and nodded in greeting to the windclanner. "You seem quite eager to invite me to your camp Oceanstar?" Was the first thing she noted. Pulling with her ear. A silent remark. A small lesson. Do not invite your enemies in your home. "But ofcourse my patrol will stay respectful of the boundries. Riverclan has never once in the journey lost their desire to be on their own. And with that we respect the borders and boundries that we are not allowed to cross. Yet this meeting could not have waited till a full moon gathering." She narrowed her eyes a bit though she stayed calm and looked up at the she cat. "First and formost. Let me congratulate you with your new name. I trust the journey to Starclan went save and sound?" She showed a slight smile scanning the area behind her again. The entire windclan territory had been destroyed before the journey. But it seemed that twolegs and windclanners alike had done their best to return it to its original glory. It had been a hard time for all of them. And while she could not deny that she wanted to feel warmth and pleasure for seeing her.. family.. if you looked far enough. She could not muster up the feelings. That part of her had been locked away. The warmth for family. Since the death of Creamyfrost. And if she would start to feel warmth for her enemy things would go down south fast. She had to hold up her strenght. Even if it would break the cat in front of her. It did not matter. Riverclan was all that mattered and that was why she was here. To protect her riverclan from the foolish actions of others. Cause protecting Riverclan ment protecting the forest. And Starclan. She would die for that protection.