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Summerclan Warriors call this dilapidated and abandoned twoleg nest "The Sunflower Cottage" around kits and apprentices, so as not to frighten the former or excite the latter into exploring where they ought not to. No one has ever seen the witch rumored to live here; apprentices sometimes dare each other to steal something from around the cottage, and only the bravest cats venture close enough to advantage of the little herb garden growing out the back or the mice scurrying through the piles of firewood. While many cats are convinced sightings of the witch are just scary stories that have gotten out of hand, occasionally one may pass by and notice the lights on or the chimney smoking...or hear faint singing out in the nearby woods at night. One thing’s for sure: if you see a shadow pass by the window - run.
"RATSTAR! RATSTAR! THE WITCH! IT'S THE WITCH!"
It was early evening, though it was a bit difficult to tell with the sky being one continuous sheet of light grey, almost mirroring the blanket of fallen leaves that covered the length of Summerclan's camp. Ratstar was settled down in front of the fresh-kill pile, having just taken the first bites of a fluffy black squirrel when the peace of dinner was interrupted by the frightened squeals of a young apprentice, charging into camp like a dog was on his heels. The Summerclan leader startled as Grasspaw nearly barreled into him head-on, the small brown tom quaking in front of him, nearly in tears. "RATSTAR, PLEASE HELP! I DON'T WANT THE WITCH TO GET MEEEE!" Ratstar shifted nervously on his paws, unsure of what had spooked the normally confident apprentice into such a state, before deciding to wrap his tail around the little cat's shoulders, as a small crowd of worried onlookers began to form around the pair. "Hey now, calm down there bud," the leader purred comfortingly. "Take a deep breath, an' explain what happened, okay? I'll try an' help as best I can."
Grasspaw was still shaking a bit, but seemed to have finally collected himself as he glanced back up at the one-eyed leader. "I-I was out hunting in r-rabbit meadow..." he began slowly. "And...and the one I was chasing swerved into the woods nearby. I followed it in there, but I lost track of it and instead I ended up in front of the Sunflower Cottage… and there were lights on inside! I've never seen light in there before! Ever! And then, a-and then, a big, dark shadow moved in front of one of the openings! It was staring right at me...THE WITCH! Steepfall told me that place was actually called the Witch's House, but I just thought he was trying to keep me away from an old twoleg nest! Please help me, Ratstar! I don't want to be eaten!"
"Nothin's gonna eat ya, Grasspaw. There ain't no such thing as Witches," Ratstar sighed, honestly feeling bad for the little guy. He paused for a moment, considering the apprentice's story. Actually, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure the Senior Warriors warned himself against going over there when he first joined Summerclan. "But ya probably did see a twoleg in there, which ain't too good either. I certainly don' like the idea of 'em being this close t' us." Rising to his paws, he looked at the concerned warriors surrounding the pair. "Well folks, I'm declaring an impromptu patrol t' scout out how many twolegs might be in that area. Anyone who wants t' join in is free." He turned to look back down at Grasspaw. "I know ya had quite a fright, but I need ya t' show us where that nest is, is that alright?" The apprentice hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
Condorstrike had just finished a chaffinch and was grooming his thick tabby coat. This was going to be his first leafbare in SummerClan, and he wasn't sure what to expect; it couldn't be worse than SunClan, though. At least here he could go swimming in the lake when it was too hot outside - he couldn't imagine it would stay frozen for too long, and he was used to cold water anyway. He couldn't help hoping there would be some snowfall soon, though.
He looked up with a frown as the apprentice entered. He had been warned about the cottage too, but he didn't think much of it. "I'll go with you, Ratstar," he volunteered.
"I'll come too, if you'll have me," Wispycloud offered, padding up the Grasspaw and giving him a lick right between the eyes. The two of them weren't particularly close but she was as protective of him as an sister were her younger brother. While brief, they had shared the nursery with one another. She turned her determined orange eyes to Ratstar, "I would suggest keeping the patrol mostly small if we can. It'll be easier to move unnoticed."
Alabasterpaw was about to offer his assitance when Wispycloud spoke. Instead he held his tongue and fell back. She did have a point; the smaller the patrol the better and, besides, his white coat would stand out like a sore thumb. Stealth missions were not his calling.
Poppymask was heavily pregnant and fast asleep in the nursery. There could be a bear in the center of camp and it wouldn't rouse her from her slumber.
