/ Leaders' Den 2 /

[Bladedstar]

[stone]

It was hers now. This still warm den was hers now and she would never let it go. Feral green orbs flicked around the space, admiring how much bigger and more open it was then the warrior's den. The lichen curtian that gave the cats inside the den their privacy was parted, letting light stream into the darkness, cutting into it as easily as a kinfe into butter. A sly smile curled across the she-cat's maw as she took another eager step in. She was acting like a two-leg kit in a sweet den but the new leader didn't care. This was hers now, no longer was there that whiney Brazenstar, so unsure of herself and what she was doing. Now she didn't have to answer to anyone really, she was Paintedstar now. The she-cat puffed out her chest sniffing at the bed. The sickly sweet scent of Brazenstar still clung faintly to it and it made the femme jerk back her head, sneezing. Yuck! She'd have to get some new bedding soon or she'd be reeking of Brazenstar. At the horrid thought, Paintedstar scrunched up her nose sticking out her tongue. The femme quickly padded out of the den, with the nasty bedding in her mouth as she dragged it out.

She returned with some new bedding, nosing it about until she made a nest fit for a queen. The leader settled down into it, trying it out. Not too shabby... She noted, breathing in the clean scent of pine in. It would need some breaking in that was sure but Paintedstar had all the time in the world. The red and white patched femme purred, glad to finally call this den hers.

[Tiggy~.]

Quiet pawsteps padded closer and closer to the leaders den. Thesw were the pawsteps of none other than Tigerlily, ShadowClans medicine cat. She was proud to serve as medicine cat for ShadowClan. Even though she was a warrior first, then she was callen to be medicine cat. She was told that her unique personality and that her upcoming future no matter what it brought her: would be more useful to herself and her clan as medicine cat. She agreed, and became medicine cat. She enjoyed it actually: the quietness of her own dne, looking for herbs, healing others. She snapped out of memories and padded into her leaders den. She sat down by Paintedstar. "Hey Paintedstar. How are you holding up with this leader business?"

[stone]

She felt.. comfortable suddenly. The feeling overwhelmed the femme and she looked up scenting the air, wondering what in the forest could put her so at ease. Tigerlily. Of course the medicine cat had the airs about her that would put any ill-natured creature at ease. They were communicators with Starclan, they were what made everything possible and sadly they didn't get enough recongintion for this. They were always in the background, always lurking behind the scenes. The leader though highly regarded Tigerlily, this blessed femme who could heal the most deadliest wound or guide the poor soul of the cat into the lands of Starclan. Perhaps this sense of respect came from when the she-cat had been badly wounded by a fox and the medicine cat at the time had healed her. Funny on the outskirts of her mind, Paintedstar could remember the smaller frame of Tigerlily when she had been Tigerpaw, not yet following in a medicine cat's pawsteps but in that of a warrior's. Yet Starclan has a plan for all and Tigerlily went from warriorhood to being a humble medicine cat of Shadowclan.

A purr rumbled in her throat as the red and white patched femme stood, butting heads with the other cat in a friendly greeting. She let out a laugh at how informal Tigerlily was, but didn't correct her. This was her clanmate, this was her clan's saver, she could talk and act how ever she pleased. A smile danced across the cat's maw, the leader was very pleasant amongst her clan, almost a friend. Yet when the time came she would of course step up and meet the problem with the clashing of fangs and claws if it came to it. But for now she could relax in Tigerlily's presence.

"I'm doing good, tis not so bad. I've no reports of trespassers or shortages of food or kits. You could say its smooth sailing." She smiled lightly, pricking her ears and wondering if Tigerlily had anything to share. "And you? Has Starclan sent any warnings or such?" Paintedstar asked, the formal tone was there in her voice as he inquired about the deceased clan of cats, this was leader business.

[Tiggy~.]

Tigerlily felt relaxed around her leader. Paintedstar was her mentor, her helper, her clans guide. She trusted her leader as mush as any cat: her leader was the clans guide and her friend. She slowly remembered that she was not always a medicine cat but once a warrior, then a medicine cat. So she new how to fight and heal. She was like the clans lungs: if she didn't do her duty the best she could her clan would struggle and die away. They trusted her, and needed her as mush as possiable. Which was one of the many reasons why she was there for them. She also was there because it was in the warrior code. Ever since she had joined ShadowCla as a tiny lost weak kit, she had grown to appriete the warrior code and respect. Now she obeyed it at all costs, she was bound to it like moss to a rock.

Tigerlily looked back up when her leader spoke to her. She smiled and let out a sigh of relief. "Thats good news." she mewed with a sigh of relief. She twitched her ears at what the rest of her leader saiid, and silently swished her tail. StarClan were all the four clans ansectors who passed on warnings and messages just about everything. From the future to the fights they encounter, StarClan was always there. They had a special connection to medicine cats and their apprentices. They passed down omens to them, and hoped that they would pass it on to their clan and keep them at ease and be prepared about it. Tigerlily knew this, and did everything she could for her clan. "Not a word, Paintedstar. They've been unusally quiet latly."

[scourgeluvsu98]

Windstar leader of Deathclan could smell Shadowclan but she didn't care her father took care of their oldest leader every and she was smiling.