"Something is going to happen soon.....I can feel it" The tortoiseshell Tom paced around his den, while a brown and white tabby she-cat stood at the entrance, eyes glittering with exasperation.

"Thawstar, I can assure you everything is fine. We haven't had problems with rogues in moons. We've had enough prey. There is nothing to worry about" She spoke.

Thawstar turned towards the Medicine cat. "Don't you see, Owlpool?" He hissed. "The camp is starting to get crowded.....there are future Warriors in the making and one Queen with kits on the way! What if we don't have enough prey to provide for everyone in the Clan?"

Owlpool sighed. In the seasons she had been the Medicine cat of AutumnClan, she had spent a decent amount of time with the leader. Thawstar was a paranoid cat, constantly worrying over the most simple things.

Has there ever been a time that he's truly relaxed? I suppose he has a point though.....there's so many of us now.

She shook her head. "It'll be fine" She assured. "This forest is filled with prey. The Warriors are good hunters. Nobody is going to go hungry"

Thawstar looked unsure, but he nodded slowly. "I guess you're right......"

"Trust me. Everything will work out. The entire forest is ours, with no competition" Owlpool mewed.

In her mind, she wasn't so sure.