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Lunacross
With a rather scrawny in tow, the current leader of Skyclan pushed his way into his new den, he had done great work in making the originally cold, vacant place a really warm and comfortable one that he enjoys coming into and even enjoys others coming in to join him with his meal.
But today, no cat was joining him for dinner, not that he didn't mind it, he was far from lonely. If anything, it gave him some nice quiet time to think over what he's decided for his clan. Ever since he was forced to step up and take Lemonstar's position as leader, he's had to make several very large decisions in such a short time and has hardly had the time to really sit down and think about what he's done. At the time he had to make decisions, they felt rushed and he could only go with his gut instinct and just had to pray that Starclan was guiding him and so far, it seemed that those choices had been correct. Or so he thinks so anyways, it seems that way. He hadn't lost too many warriors during the liberation, he had only lost one life {albeit it was sooner than he had expected}, and they had managed to drive out all of the dark forest worshiping cats and "save" the clans, that's how he wanted to see it. He didn't want to see it as them coming in out of the blue, running up and destroying their leaders and leaving the clans to fend for themselves afterwards, leave them to elect new leaders and just move on with their lives.
As he settled into his nest, he placed the squirrel between his paws, dipped his head, closed his eyes and muttered his thanks to his ancestors for the meal before happily beginning to dig in.
He was sure he made the right decision in liberating the clans, there was no question about that, he had assured himself as soon as he liberated the last one, the only cats that had hated Skyclan coming in were the ones being driven out meaning that, well, obviously it was the correct choice.
What was worrying him thought was moving his entire clan. Had he made the correct decision in doing that? They had come out of their safety and was now living with four other clans, for what? Just because he knew they lived here? This was a whole new territory and while the forest did sort of resemble Skyclan territory, they were not in the mountains, there were not boulders and rocks everywhere, this was just forest. And besides, what if the other four clans decide that after a while, they are sick of Skyclan's presence near their homes which they've lived in for probably many many generations, just as Skyclan had lived in isolation for many many generations. What then?
These thoughts crossed the toms mind, but even though they were doubtful, he was still optimistic, he was positive that they could pull through this even if it wasn't the right choice. He still wore a smile on his face because even doubt in his decisions couldn't take his happiness away because he was in charge of the clan he loved. He was surrounded by cats that he cared for more than his own life, cats that he would die for on any given day just to make sure they were safe. Because that. Was Grousestar.