Enter the clans

For the first time in a quarter moon; the sun actually shown through the tall oak trees. The beams of golden light pierced through the thick white clouds, like hope in a battle field. Brightlight had splayed herself across a warm sunned area in hope of warming herself enough to make her hunting patrol pleasurable. Out of her half-closed eyes, she saw Miststar jump onto the side of the meeting デン and practically collapse on the comfortable wood.     
She peered over at the gray and white tom, stifling a good natured laugh at her clanmate. “Out late, Miststar? In search...

Brightlight crouched in the reeds, her warm breath set up whirls of foggy air into the air as she waited. Shadows stretched out before her, lengthening as the 日 steadily darkened. She could feel her paws go numb from laying low in the shallow mud with her paws immersed in the chilled water. As soon as her mate would get here she would get out of the cold chilly pond water. Suppressing a shiver, her amber eyes continued to watch for any movements ahead of her. Not even a twitch of movement in the undergrowth. Fear clutched at her heart, war was coming upon her tomorrow. And if she didn’t...