#pearleaf

“Tell me the truth, Firwhisker.”

Lynxfur breathed out, admiring the cloud of frost that her breath turned into. The snow was melting and the trees were blooming, and it was all around a good day to go for a wander.

A scent made her pause. It was new, and yet familiar at the same time. Curious, she slipped through the tall grass. Paw prints were imprinted into the mud, and Lynxfur examined them closely before concluding that they weren't hers.

A rogue, probably, she mused. I wonder if they'd be interested in joining ButterflyClan?

A tuft of grey fur caught her eye and she hurried forward. "Hello?" Lynxfur called, and the grey she-cat turned. Lynxfur stuttered to a stop, gasping.

"Pearleaf?"

"Ah, sorry, do I... know you?" Pearleaf blinked.

"Oh- no, not really- I'm Lynxfur, I used to be a part of StemClan."

"StemClan?" Pearleaf's plumy tail waved eagerly. "Oh, wonderful! You must come back with me, we've made a whole new Clan out of the survivors of the fire-"

"A... new Clan?" Lynxfur croaked. Pearleaf cocked her head.

"Yes, DogwoodClan. Bramblefire- Bramblestar, now- is leading us."

"Pearleaf, I... The other survivors, we-"

"There are more of you?" Pearleaf interrupted, her eyes shining. "Perfect! We can bring them along, too!"

"We also made a Clan."

There was a long silence.

"O- oh?"