Feral-Spirit

Firestar could hardly wait to start the ceremony.
The camp had barely been designated -- a lovely view above SeaClan's beach territory, on the rocky cliffs near a puddle of water with a constant sound of a waterfall nearby echoed dully through the caves that FireClan decided to make its camp in.
Free from the sun, the caves were cool, the entrance a simple small hole in the side of the cliff that was found almost by accident and decided it would be a nice place to settle down.
Once they had built their nests and designated areas for every warrior, kit and apprentice, finally it was Firestar's time to shine. His Clanmates seemed to be aware of his plan, because they started gathering with him before he even made the announcement. Must have been the smile on his face that tipped them off, for he only wore it when he had something leaderly to do.
"Let all Cats in FireClan gather beneath the Dead Tree for a Clan Meeting!"
The Dead Tree was, in fact, a large slightly charred tree that conne