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 antro, den 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...
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