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 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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