#shadowclanners

Mistburn lifted his head, tasting the air in the clearing around him. RiverClan and SkyClan, mixed in with the smell of his clanmates arriving to the gathering. No sign of ShadowClan yet. He shifted anxiously on his paws.

“Sit still,” Bluebird muttered. “They’ll come, and they won’t hate you, I promise. Stop worrying so much.”

He glanced at his friend in surprise. “Am I that easy to read?”

“Not at all - I just feel the same way.” She nudged him playfully. “Meeting your grandkits - great StarClan you’re old.” Mistburn pointedly stared in the opposite direction.

“Something else bothering you?” Bluebird asked softly. Mistburn sighed.

“Willowstar would have wanted to meet them too, you know. It just doesn’t feel right, not having her breathing over my shoulder all the time.” He sighed. “I miss her, that’s all.” Bluebird nodded sympathetically.