[Willowfern]

Antlerstreak’s eyes scouted the gathering of cats as he tried to pick out any familiar pelts, of a cat he knew and was friends with, perhaps, but no-one stuck out to him. Antlerstreak was slightly saddened by the revelation that he hadn’t any friends, but it was what it was.
His tawny fur whipped back and forth as Antlerstreak curled his tail around himself, trying to keep as much warmth as possible. It wasn’t too horribly cold, but it was chilly, and Antlerstreak’s fur wasn’t the thickest in the world.
As Pikestar spoke, Antlerstreak let himself give a small smile, RiverClan was back to normal under Pikestar, a cat who he didn’t doubt would see his duty through until the very end. After all of the trouble that RiverClan had gone through, it was back, and it was a formidable clan to make an enemy of once more.
Antlerstreak breathed out softly through his nose, and collapsed his body into a loaf position, his belly fur cushioning him from the ground. His eyes were half-closed as he waited for Pikestar to go on with the meeting, his mind wandering to far off worlds.