(Check description for backstory. Picture by me and shows what he vaguely looks like.)

Northstar was pacing around his den, tail twitching with a mix of anxiousness and anger. Things hadn’t been going well lately with WindClan. Their cat scent had been detected on ThunderClan land. ThunderClan land! When he’d gone over with his deputy to inquire about their findings, the leader, Scorchstar, just flicked her paw, making an excuse that her warriors just got messed up. There was an entire river to signal their territories, how would anyone just “get it messed up”?!

On top of that, his mother, Cloudwhisper, had fallen incredibly sick with something their medicine cat hadn’t a clue to fix. His tom mate, Cloverheart, had told him everything would be alright. Well, not everything is alright. Nothing will ever be alright!

He was facing away from the entrance of his den, hearing footsteps entering. Northstar didn’t look back, not wanting whoever it was to see how unwell he looked (and felt). A forced meow came out, making his voice sound stronger than it actually was.

“What do you want?”

His pacing had stopped a while ago. He stood there in silence, waiting for the other cat to speak.