Blackclaw

I opened my eyes. It was blurry for a second, but my eyes soon went in focus. I looked around and saw that I was in a cáo, fox den. I stood up, and shook myself. I licked my light silver with darker gray stiped fur. My first instinct was to find StormClan. Was to find Stormstar.

I ran. I ran as fast as my young legs could carry me, and I stopped dead. I yowled in triumph. It was the forest! Hundreds of thousands of trees lined up in messy rows; some crooked and some straight. "Now, all I have to do is find StormClan," I đã đưa ý kiến to myself, "but how?" I beared my teeth in annoyance, I always was short~tempered....

It was the coldest leaf-bare many mèo could remember. The lake turned to ice, trapping frosted reeds and cutting of Lakeclan warriors from the cá and the water voles. Prey on land was very scarce. With New-leaf came the relentless drip-drip of melting ice. mèo grumbled about soggy ground and puddle in camp. But the worst was yet to come. A young warrior Sweetshine, her round belly swollen with her unborn kits, was on night watch. She listened to the roar of the river on the other side of the border. It had been louder than usual for three days. The sun would be rising soon, and then she...