Herds of many chats tip toe in the shadows from the east. The crescent moon shines above but no stars are watching tonight.
The cat leading the others, leaps on a boulder, and sniffs the air. He was a black tom with white spots. Then he turns back to the clan. "hurry! Its this way!"
The leader jumps down from the boulder and charges for the lake, with the clan following.
As they reach the lake, they stop infront of a giant oak tree, the leader stops and sniffs the air again, then he signals to the clan to slacken as well.
The toms eyes lit with feu as he turned to his followers. "Berrystar!"...

"Gather around" Wavestorm call's, "Anyone who wants to hear about our past, gather around!" Wavestorm, calls from the elders den. Stormstar sits beside her as clan members begin pouring from the warriors tanière, den to hear about her past.
Spottedshadow and Bloodpool appear from the nursery, followed par Thistlekit, Moonkit, and Nightkit. Then Stormstar spots Featherpaw and Daisypaw come out of the apprentaces den. There sister Fernpaw, then appears from the med. cat tanière, den followed par Lilypaw. The warriors Mistyflower, Nightstalker, Spruceleaf, and Dawnsky sit near the back row to give everyone else...

I followed her into the hospital. She hated hospitals. I knew it from the moment they had had to study the dots on her lower stomach oh so many years ago. Soyala didn't like doctors' offices. It was not something I could blame her for. Who would be mad at someone for loathing the places that had made a careful study of her most private parts of life when she was such a young age? But that wasn't something that she would talk about. She was just herself, and that was okay.


But lately she wasn't herself. Lately...lately she had been someone I didn't know. Someone I didn't recognize. Soyala had...

It was a clear wonderful day, One week after Greenpetal had became a full med cat and Lilybreeze had got her prophecy. Lilybreeze was laying in the camp resting. Greenpetal ran out of the nursery, and poked Lilybreeze’s shrunken belly and shining ribs.

“Lilybreeze, get up, It’s the kits, there coming” I Jumped up instantly. I wasn’t old, not at all, but I was older then most of the warriors, including the leader, I had been Stormstar’s most trusted cat, Mostly because a leader should trust their Med. Cat then because I deserved her trust, same with Fernstar. “Coming” I ran...

Finchfang padded through the forest, a chill rippled through his gray fur, reminding him that leaf-bare was about to return.
Finchfang shivered, and sniffed the air. "Not one sniff o'mouse around here" Finchfang sighed.
Finchfang was about to déplacer on when he heard a rustling of bushes, not far off. An intruder, Finchfang wondered? Imediatly his claws slide out, fourrure bristled, and eyes turned from curious to catious. Finchfang gave the air another sniff but relaxed as he reconized the scent of StormClan, a couple heartbeats later, a dark lean-shape leaped from tree-to-tree, landing a mouse-length...

Stormstar walked through the misty forest, her paws skimmed the moss covered ground. She could smell the camp, she knew that most of the clan was grooming and sharing toungs. In her mouth dangled a kit, although the kit seemed old enough to be an apprentace.
As Stormstar entered the camp with the kit hanging from her moth, the clan stopped what they were doing to stair at the strange kit. Stormstar ignored the confused glares from her clanmates as she passed by. She knew that the glares were not for her but for the kit. The gray kit had two different colored eyes and to most chats that was...