Winter was ugh just ugh and far too long. Snakeheart wasnt a cat for cold long fur too silky to provide much protection from the chill and lack of any real bulk on his bones meaning he really wasnt suited for the cold weather like his clanmates might be. And he was going kind of stir crazy with the cabin fever. That too. Medicine cats really didnt get out much but for herb patrols and with all the plants being dead and dead for awhile now it meant the tom was pretty much camp confined until the snow melted. So Snakeheart was cold twitchy and feeling like the clan wasnt doing enough.
What was that last one you might say? Well the medicine cat was happy to elaborate. The clan simply wasnt doing enough. Shadowclan had been quiet so far but Snakeheart had never known Dawnstar to let things lay and yet the clan was bumbling around like she wasnt a real threat and the matter was closed instead of preparing for another attack. Add to that that the forest just felt.... off of late something changing in the air that set the toms fur on edge meant that the medicine cat wholy believed the clan should be preparing for war, something that wasnt happening.
Not to worry though, Snakeheart had a plan and one that wouldnt send the clan into a panicked fit over the idea that the forest might erupt into battle. So finding a quiet moment the tom barged into Kestrelstars den like he owned the place and flopped his entire weight against the other shorter tom declaring
"We need to brush up on our battle skills and relationship with windclan. Im going to the windclan border to organize a meet up and youre going to prepare the clan for a mock spar with them after I come back. Im not asking by the way Im ordering birdbrain you know we need to be more prepared just in case."
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