#moonone

During this moon, not that many interesting things happened. The clan is working together to form good relations though, both with itself, and with the other clans. As good as they can be, when it's not Starclan that gives you the blessing of nine lives of course. But it's good nonetheless.

Oakspot has been checking on the warriors a lot this past moon. She took on the role of our medicine cat very well, for someone with so little experience in this field. Everyone is thankful for her commitment. Especially Weedtree. He did say that Oakspot has been very thoughtful of our clanmates.

Veilwhisker and I saw a pair of twolegs. They were really close to the camp. It isn't very surprising, as before we moved onto the Wasteland, twolegs came here to hang out and play, especially the younger ones. I must say, every time I see twolegs, I can't help but wonder how it would feel to live with them? How does the food they give taste? Do they let their cats go outside of their nests often? No, I can't keep thinking of that, it's distracting me from what is really important, which is our clan surviving and thriving.

One morning, Whorltail came to me telling me Thymespot was nowhere to be found. We had to go and see, where they managed to get. They managed to get all the way to the twoleg nests. We're lucky we found them. It wouldn't be the first time twolegs kidnapped a cat who stumbled onto their territory. I wouldn't blame them. It's normal to be territorial. For whatever reason Thymespot wouldn't tell anyone, ever Whorltail, why they went there. They only spoke with Oakspot afterwards. From what I heard, it was just to see if they were as good at getting around at night as they were as a warrior. Apparently not.

I got closer with Weedtree this past moon. We ate most of our fresh kill together. For his age, his really observant. Many times he had told me I have a feather stuck in my fur, or even on my face. I'm surprised I never noticed it. I guess while my warriors are getting more observant, I get less and less observant. Well, maybe that's for the best, to some extent. There's always new deputies and future leaders.

Of course, not everyone is getting along. Whorltail doesn't appreciate my choice of making Brightjoy my deputy. He keeps getting into arguments with her. Though it looks more like Whorltail yelling at Brightjoy while she curls up in fear. She's not very bold. But she is the most intelligent, considerate cat I have met in my whole life, even if some cats don't understand it. Veilwhisker felt that way too, at the start. But lately, I've noticed he's more open to the idea, after he has seen one of Whorltail's fits of rage. I suppose that's a good thing.