Irisfrost
RiverClan was moving camps. Most likely a good thing; she had seen the state of the camp they left. The bloodstains on the ground and even the walls. The damage to the walls, the prey pile, the nests by the invaders. The memories of the bloodbath that had occurred there. Yes, it would be good to start on a blank slate. One without the gruesome memories that came with it.
But not all the memories attached to it were gruesome. RiverClan had spent... what? Eleven moons? in it. That was a long time. Kits had grown up and became warriors in that camp. Cats had fallen in love and started families and died there. It would be hard to let go of those memories.
But RiverClan had done it before, and they would do it again. They were adaptable, like the river they were named after. If this was what they needed to thrive, so be it. Irisfrost would accept the change.
With that thought in mind, she padded towards the gathering crowd around Fadingstar. Irisfrost was ready.
(Messy post, sorry!)