The forest buzzed with the lively chatter of birds and the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Perched atop a smooth boulder in the center of Butterflyclan’s camp sat Butterflystar, her green eyes observing the comings and goings of her clanmates. The sunlight highlighted the gray streaks in her brown tabby fur and glinted off her white chest, giving her an almost ethereal presence.

She lifted her head, ears flicking forward as she spotted the approaching figure. “Come closer,” she called, her voice carrying a gentle yet commanding tone. “There’s much to discuss, and little time to waste.” As the cat drew near, she continued, her gaze sharp yet warm. “The other clans are stirring—especially Brokenclan. We need to be prepared for anything. I hope you’re ready to play your part.”

With a small sigh, her expression softened, and she added, “I may be the oldest leader among us, but I still value the opinions and strength of those around me. Speak your mind, young one. What do you think we should do next?”