Ghoststar was flustered when she got back to camp. Cats who had stayed behind from the Gathering looked concerned at their leader's mood. Had something happened? Did a fight break out? The white she-cat had tried to keep her anxieties and excitement hidden but it showed through her gray eyes and in her movements. She knew she had to quiet the clan's concerns about her and what had happened at the Gathering. She leaped up onto Twilight Rock, looking silver in the drifting moon light.
"Twilightclan, the Gathering went well. Roseclan is doing fine and no fights occurred." She kept to a formal tone, though her tail tip twitched rapidly. "As for my actions at the Gathering...I guess I got a little nervous up in front of all those cats." She lied, hoping it would pass as a good excuse. "Get some rest." She dismissed the cats, leaping down from Twilight Rock with energy in her limbs. Starclan had come to her! They had visited her again in her waking hours. What did it mean though? The red she-cat she had seen once already had appeared in the crowd and then urgently headed back into Roseclan territory. She knew Scorchtooth had told her to watch out for a sign as to where the sacred place to talk to Starclan could be. Was that why the red cat appeared? Was the sacred place somewhere in Roseclan territory?
Ghoststar's anxieties heightened. How would they get to it then? She couldn't just walk up to Echostar and ask could she? And what if that wasn't even what the sign meant? More confused and nervous than ever, the white she-cat thought she might explode. Who knew being clan leader would be so stressful. Theres so much I don't know..so much I need to know. Maybe talking with Echostar is all I can do? Worried she might make a rash decision, she looked for Scorchtooth to talk to.
