Cloverstar

A short, sort-of Saint Patrick's Day special.

Prologue
Cloverstar could barely remember a time before he lived in TreeClan. The very land that his Clan lived on was like an extension of his own being. In the massive forest in which the cats took shelter, there was a tree for every dark gray hair on the large tom's body. The river that cut through the middle of the woods flowed like the blood in his veins.

Ever since Cloverstar lived in these woods, there had been peace. There were few dangers from other animals, and when there were, the TreeClan leader made sure that they were completely disposed of. He did, after all, believe that war was necessary for peace, however little it made sense to some of the other cats in his Clan. He didn't go seeking for war; if he did, he would have stayed in his father's Clan, far away where there were few trees and many high cliffs. That was why Cloverstar's father had been given the name "Mountainkit" when he was born, many moons ago. When Cloverstar had left his own Clan as a newly-named warrior, his father had had the name Mountainstar for some time.

And that was why Cloverstar, then Cloverfoot, had left CliffClan in search of another one. Like his father, he longed to be a leader, and instinctively he wanted to fight to get that top position. Mountainstar knew this as well, and so he understood that his son would want to leave the Clan for the safetly of both of them. They were the only two that truly knew the importance of this farewell, that both father and son had to rule, each in a different Clan far away from each other. A great force was slowly traveling from the shoreline of the sundrown place to the peaks of CliffClan where Mountainstar ruled. And when that force got to its destination, Cloverstar would know.

Part One: Traveling Soldier
"You and all this father and son jabber!" exclaimed Newtpaw. "I swear by StarClan, Clovy, if you keep going on and on, I'm gonna bite your tail off!"

Cloverstar sighed and shook his head at his young apprenice. He had been trying to tell her about CliffClan and Mountainstar and why he had to leave, but she just wouldn't listen.

"Newtpaw, as your mentor and leader, it is very rude to call me Clovy," he explained to her slowly. "As it is to bite my tail. If you must, though, go right ahead. You'll just have to face these." He unsheathed his claws and held them out for Newtpaw to see.

The cream-colored she-cat gulped. "Sorry, Cloverstar. My mistake. I shouldn't have gotten mad."

Cloverstar sheathed his claws again, hoping that he wouldn't have to use them much with his sassy apprentice. With a flick of his tail, he padded away from the small training hollow, Newtpaw following close behind. The middle-aged leader let the scents of his Clanmates wash over him as he entered the bustling camp. He had come to TreeClan as an outsider, a strange cat from the mountains far away, yet it could be seen by more than just his position that he was truly a part of this Clan now.

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