Night falls in an unknown part of the world. Snowflakes, like tiny white dots, fill the hazy air. The snow is piling up on the somewhat barren landscape. A mass of lush, black fur arises from the snow. The fur unveils itself as Sparrowpelt, who had been sleeping outside because he "felt like it". As he rose from the snow, which was piling very high by now, maroon details had been unveiled–some on his paws, some down his back, and some on his jaw. Sparrowpelt shakes most of the snow out of his fur, then mutters to himself something about cats. The saber strapped to his back glistened in the very little light there was left. He then trudged through the snow into what seemed to be like an ordinary volcano–a bare rock mountain with smoke rising out of the top. However, there was an opening covered by a small pile of rock in front of the "volcano". Sparrowpelt pushed the rocks out of the way and stepped into the hole. The heavy wind pushed the rocks back into the hole, which brought a sigh of relief from Sparrowpelt, as he was pretty lazy, despite being a warrior in Solarclan.
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Solarclan
ActionSparrowpelt, a wolf who is General of the Warriors in the Solarclan, runs straight into a rival clan territory. Of course, this leads to trouble, and he dragged the entirety of Solarclan into it.
