The Reminiscing Sandstar (open to anyone)

Sandstar lay in her den, remembering the gathering. We weren't exactly welcomed with open paws she thought, plus the Thunderclan and Leafclan leaders were at each others throats. Plus Cloudchest (random cat name), the deputy, stepped on that shiny sticky twoleg thing and slashed his paw open. I hope he turns out alright...

Featherpaw meowed an enterance, "Sandstar? Can I speak to you?"

"Huh?" she asked, looking up from the ground. "Oh, yes, come in."

Featherpaw entered, then she meowed, "Why haven't the other clans accepted that our clan was a clan?"

"Well, two things. Pride won't let them, for they believe that we are lower than them and don't want to accept us because of it, and that they are insusceptible to change," she said, giving her best guess.

Featherpaw nodded, "I guess..." She meowed, "Those two leaders didn't seem to be all too friendly towards each other huh?"

"I know," she said, looking at Featherpaw respectfully, even if she was just an apprentice. She liked Featherpaw. "There is some sort of feud going on that we should stay out of." Suddenly a cat rushed into her den. "Its Cloudfur, he's almost dead!" the cat said, then rushed out again. "WHAT?" she yelled, surprised. "Come, Featherpaw!" she exclaimed, running out of her den into the medicine cat's.

Featherpaw bolted out of the den. Fear pulsing through her, please let him be OK. She begged silently.