A New Age *Open*

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=433f3e] Everything had changed so quickly, the tom had gone from Soulclan warrior, to Ashclan warrior and now leader. With Easternsky leaving, and him being left as leader he braced himself for hostility. It would be understandable. Why should a cat raised in Soulclan be chosen to lead Ashclan? He was still mystified by it all. There was little reason for this clan to follow him, he could imagine them all bringing a mutiny up against him, yet none had protested when he went to the Moonool, and received his nine lives. How would he adress the clans at the next Gathering? What would Soulclan say? He felt nothing but loyalty for his adopted clan, but still felt a bit of apprehension at giving orders, reciting ceremonies and leading a clan into battle. As the massive tom moved through the clan he clearly was not watching where he was going as he felt his paws become entangled as he tripped, feeling his front half skid into the dirt. Lifitng himself quickly, he shook, removing dust from his pelt as he tried to smooth the fur, looking as calm as possible and aiming to act as though it never happened. He was leader, they did not trip or fall. Glancing at the nursery he felt hte urge to visit Cinderheart, but knew better right now. Flicking his long tail he found a sunny patch, lowering his body in it and crossing his forepaws, loweirng his muzzle on them in thought he looked up at the meeting place, his paws itching to step on it and say something to his clan, gain their trust, support. Anything. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"