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Storm clouds rolled across the sky in black patches,
sending elongated shadows across the forest. Through all of these, circles of blue that
the clouds allowed in between them, the sun never showed. It was unable to be located,
hovering somewhere in the shrouded heavens of morning. But sure enough, the sun,
wherever it was, sent golden streaks and shadings over the clouds. The sunshine bathed
them in colors and made them more detailed. Wind picked up quickly and sent the clouds
rolling faster, and the sunlight became more pronounced to the point of it striking the
trees in shafts. It pierced through the upper canopy of fall leaves to end on the forest floor.
The dead litter of leaves shined golden and auburn red, mimicking the fire-colored treetops
up above. Crisp rustling came from them as a cat padded swiftly away and over to a tree.
The cat raked its claws down the red bark briefly. It then dropped down to all fours again
and continued on its way. The cat's tortoiseshell fur stood out beautifully in the forest.
The only colors that shielded him from any other creature where the gingers and reds in its fur.
Blinking as it walked through a bar of sunlight, it slowed its pace. Taking the time to eye the trees,
it wondered if when it did rain if the leaves would all fall down all at once. Another creature
behind the cat came into view from behind a thick bush, coated with fallen leaves stuck in its branches.
It was a cat as well, and its fur was a dark-as-earth brown. Following behind it were several more cats,
including a large snow-white cat, a brown tabby, and golden cat. The white cat and the mottled cat
were the only ones who stood out in the fall landscape. They padded along, maneuvering over large
boulder paths and unearthed roots. Their territory stretched far, all the way over to the green plain
and the willow-bordered river. The mottled cat stopped where it was as it smelled something.
It called over to the others, its voice speaking in quick whispers. The others tensed up immediately,
suddenly wary of their surroundings. The handsome white cat padded ahead to be in front of its comrades.
The brown tabby hissed and growled, "NightClan." The cat's voice was clearly male, and so were most
of the other cats as they agreed. The only two she-cats among the group were the golden cat and the
mottled cat, both standing together worriedly. "Blizzardfur," the golden cat meowed, "we are close to the border.
That could be it." The white tom turned as his name was called. The she-cat's soft voice was almost lost
in the wind, so he barely heard her. "Well, then we could have caught them before they did anything worth
regretting, eh?" He replied, his voice strong and friendly as usual. As he spoke though black storm clouds
rolled quickly over the blue circles in the sky, covering all the holes the sunlight was escaping through.
They all shivered. The mottled she-cat stepped forward to stand a tail-length behind Blizzardfur,
her fur bristling and her claws unsheathed. The others followed her example. Blizzardfur was the only
one who remained calm. "Easy there, Spottedbelly," Blizzardfur meowed as he eyed the tortoiseshell
cat behind him. She blinked and stared at him briefly before loosening up and looking the other way.
The white tom addressed the other three: "Ripplepond and Quakeheart, follow beside me. I want
Spottedbelly and Gentlestep to follow in behind. We may need to send one of you to retrieve more warriors."
The dark brown tom and the tabby exchanged glances. The brown one rumbled, "We should've brought
Wailpaw and Smogpaw along." The tabby shook his head and added, "Quakeheart is right... but they were
busy doing their chores for the Clan. They had yet to clean the elder's den." As once again the clouds went
away to reveal more circles of blue in the sky, Spottedbelly meowed, "You can't be blamed for that. And
I'm a fast runner, you know. I could easily get more warriors from back at camp and bring them here in
no time." The golden she-cat who is now safe to presume as Gentlestep meowed, "True, but the difference
in one warrior could mean the end of it." Blizzardfur blinked and meowed, "How about if you go now,
Spottedbelly, while we confront them. Hopefully it won't lead to fighting." The mottled she-cat nodded
as she swerved around and bounded away into the undergrowth. Her paws beat the ground as she pounded
furiously onward. She slipped through thickets and brambles with ease. She bounded over the small stream
that marked that camp was getting closer, and then succeeded in reaching the slope that led to the camp
entrance. The only problem was that on that steep slope, there was an arrangement of boulders that
served as a path. It involved a lot of climbing. Hoping that some warriors would maybe be out on the rocks,
she started picking her way up. From one surface to the other, higher and higher, she went. No warriors
were out here. Spottedbelly avoided the rocks where branches scraped until she reached the topmost
of the slope, which was at least seven fox-lengths high. At the top, there was a flat plateau that went
out briefly to then drop drastically down again. Trees hovered precariously over it, shielding it from
sky predators. Fallen branches and a dip in the center of the plateau was where Spottedbelly aimed for,
for that was her Clan's camp. She slipped in through the entrance and into the grassy clearing that gave
way to all of the dens. Two elders sat outside of their den, grooming each other quietly. The only queen
with kits this leaf fall sat outside of the nursery, watching her kits play with each other. Heatherstar,
Spottedbelly's leader, was most likely in her den in the Roundstone. All the other cats in the Clan were
no where to be seen, other then the few that were coming in to drop off prey. Wind whistled through
the trees and swept over the elevated camp, making all the cats shiver in unison. Two apprentices
exited the elder's den, which was a fallen over hollowed-out tree truck. They were carrying moss in
their jaws and quickly ran off to deposit it. The two elders who were waiting for them grunted and
went back inside the tree. Spottedbelly's sudden appearance hadn't been noticed at all, it seemed,
until the queen looked up from washing her ginger fur and meowed, startled, "Spottedbelly! Why do
you look so scared? What happened?" Her two kits stopped playing and looked up at the mottled warrior
who still stood at the entrance, panting. They squealed and mewed, "Trouble!" At that warriors, and even
Heatherstar, exited from where they were and padded hurriedly over to the kits, and then to Spottedbelly.
Heatherstar, a pretty light brown tabby, pushed her way through to face Spottedbelly and meowed, "What is it,
little one? Did something happen on the patrol? Did Blizzardfur send you?" The tortoiseshell she-cat shook
her head and meowed, "We smelled NightClan over the border. Blizzardfur is talking to them now.
We need reinforcements just in case." Heatherstar let go a deep breath and meowed, "So be it." She turned
from her and meowed to the other warriors, "Flowerpool, Mightyleap, and Icepath, go with Spottedbelly."
Those three warriors were really the only ones present. Without a word the four of them bounded out of
camp and down the slope.
[to be continued...]
sending elongated shadows across the forest. Through all of these, circles of blue that
the clouds allowed in between them, the sun never showed. It was unable to be located,
hovering somewhere in the shrouded heavens of morning. But sure enough, the sun,
wherever it was, sent golden streaks and shadings over the clouds. The sunshine bathed
them in colors and made them more detailed. Wind picked up quickly and sent the clouds
rolling faster, and the sunlight became more pronounced to the point of it striking the
trees in shafts. It pierced through the upper canopy of fall leaves to end on the forest floor.
The dead litter of leaves shined golden and auburn red, mimicking the fire-colored treetops
up above. Crisp rustling came from them as a cat padded swiftly away and over to a tree.
The cat raked its claws down the red bark briefly. It then dropped down to all fours again
and continued on its way. The cat's tortoiseshell fur stood out beautifully in the forest.
The only colors that shielded him from any other creature where the gingers and reds in its fur.
Blinking as it walked through a bar of sunlight, it slowed its pace. Taking the time to eye the trees,
it wondered if when it did rain if the leaves would all fall down all at once. Another creature
behind the cat came into view from behind a thick bush, coated with fallen leaves stuck in its branches.
It was a cat as well, and its fur was a dark-as-earth brown. Following behind it were several more cats,
including a large snow-white cat, a brown tabby, and golden cat. The white cat and the mottled cat
were the only ones who stood out in the fall landscape. They padded along, maneuvering over large
boulder paths and unearthed roots. Their territory stretched far, all the way over to the green plain
and the willow-bordered river. The mottled cat stopped where it was as it smelled something.
It called over to the others, its voice speaking in quick whispers. The others tensed up immediately,
suddenly wary of their surroundings. The handsome white cat padded ahead to be in front of its comrades.
The brown tabby hissed and growled, "NightClan." The cat's voice was clearly male, and so were most
of the other cats as they agreed. The only two she-cats among the group were the golden cat and the
mottled cat, both standing together worriedly. "Blizzardfur," the golden cat meowed, "we are close to the border.
That could be it." The white tom turned as his name was called. The she-cat's soft voice was almost lost
in the wind, so he barely heard her. "Well, then we could have caught them before they did anything worth
regretting, eh?" He replied, his voice strong and friendly as usual. As he spoke though black storm clouds
rolled quickly over the blue circles in the sky, covering all the holes the sunlight was escaping through.
They all shivered. The mottled she-cat stepped forward to stand a tail-length behind Blizzardfur,
her fur bristling and her claws unsheathed. The others followed her example. Blizzardfur was the only
one who remained calm. "Easy there, Spottedbelly," Blizzardfur meowed as he eyed the tortoiseshell
cat behind him. She blinked and stared at him briefly before loosening up and looking the other way.
The white tom addressed the other three: "Ripplepond and Quakeheart, follow beside me. I want
Spottedbelly and Gentlestep to follow in behind. We may need to send one of you to retrieve more warriors."
The dark brown tom and the tabby exchanged glances. The brown one rumbled, "We should've brought
Wailpaw and Smogpaw along." The tabby shook his head and added, "Quakeheart is right... but they were
busy doing their chores for the Clan. They had yet to clean the elder's den." As once again the clouds went
away to reveal more circles of blue in the sky, Spottedbelly meowed, "You can't be blamed for that. And
I'm a fast runner, you know. I could easily get more warriors from back at camp and bring them here in
no time." The golden she-cat who is now safe to presume as Gentlestep meowed, "True, but the difference
in one warrior could mean the end of it." Blizzardfur blinked and meowed, "How about if you go now,
Spottedbelly, while we confront them. Hopefully it won't lead to fighting." The mottled she-cat nodded
as she swerved around and bounded away into the undergrowth. Her paws beat the ground as she pounded
furiously onward. She slipped through thickets and brambles with ease. She bounded over the small stream
that marked that camp was getting closer, and then succeeded in reaching the slope that led to the camp
entrance. The only problem was that on that steep slope, there was an arrangement of boulders that
served as a path. It involved a lot of climbing. Hoping that some warriors would maybe be out on the rocks,
she started picking her way up. From one surface to the other, higher and higher, she went. No warriors
were out here. Spottedbelly avoided the rocks where branches scraped until she reached the topmost
of the slope, which was at least seven fox-lengths high. At the top, there was a flat plateau that went
out briefly to then drop drastically down again. Trees hovered precariously over it, shielding it from
sky predators. Fallen branches and a dip in the center of the plateau was where Spottedbelly aimed for,
for that was her Clan's camp. She slipped in through the entrance and into the grassy clearing that gave
way to all of the dens. Two elders sat outside of their den, grooming each other quietly. The only queen
with kits this leaf fall sat outside of the nursery, watching her kits play with each other. Heatherstar,
Spottedbelly's leader, was most likely in her den in the Roundstone. All the other cats in the Clan were
no where to be seen, other then the few that were coming in to drop off prey. Wind whistled through
the trees and swept over the elevated camp, making all the cats shiver in unison. Two apprentices
exited the elder's den, which was a fallen over hollowed-out tree truck. They were carrying moss in
their jaws and quickly ran off to deposit it. The two elders who were waiting for them grunted and
went back inside the tree. Spottedbelly's sudden appearance hadn't been noticed at all, it seemed,
until the queen looked up from washing her ginger fur and meowed, startled, "Spottedbelly! Why do
you look so scared? What happened?" Her two kits stopped playing and looked up at the mottled warrior
who still stood at the entrance, panting. They squealed and mewed, "Trouble!" At that warriors, and even
Heatherstar, exited from where they were and padded hurriedly over to the kits, and then to Spottedbelly.
Heatherstar, a pretty light brown tabby, pushed her way through to face Spottedbelly and meowed, "What is it,
little one? Did something happen on the patrol? Did Blizzardfur send you?" The tortoiseshell she-cat shook
her head and meowed, "We smelled NightClan over the border. Blizzardfur is talking to them now.
We need reinforcements just in case." Heatherstar let go a deep breath and meowed, "So be it." She turned
from her and meowed to the other warriors, "Flowerpool, Mightyleap, and Icepath, go with Spottedbelly."
Those three warriors were really the only ones present. Without a word the four of them bounded out of
camp and down the slope.
[to be continued...]
