"We can train in the morning. It's getting late," Mossfeather said to Fluffypaw. She then proceeded to herd Cherrypaw and Batpaw into the apprentice den like they were still kits, much to their disapproval.
Honeycloud needed to go for an evening walk in the woods. It always calmed her down. There she could think about her mother, and her brother, and all the bitterness in the Clan. She could sit there alone and she could cry, and no one would be there to judge her. She breathed again, and the cloud of air that came from her mouth still fascinated her.
Sprucetail agreed with Willowfern. "It's nice to get away from the Clan sometimes. Here, I know a place where we can sleep. Moonspots told me that Icicle used to have a den along Lost River. It's small but at least it'll be dry."
Pearlglow grabbed Puddlekit by the scruff. "Bedtime!" she exclaimed. "You all can play in the morning." Sheepkit followed behind, a little less than reluctantly. She was too tired to spy anyways.
Lightkit found Willowfrost and followed her to the Queens' Den. She missed her mother still, and even in her own den, curled beside her siblings and her ghostly white friends, she felt as if she were in a foreign place.
Icicle went up to Auburnstar's Den. She thought she saw another cat in there, so she waited until they left to meet with her.
Moonspots lay down in her den and sighed. Her feelings were hurt from that day. All arguments over little things. She watched as her namesake rose up into the sky. The moon is steady, always there. Something to look forward to each night, something to depend on. The clouds might shroud it, but it's still there.
Honeycloud needed to go for an evening walk in the woods. It always calmed her down. There she could think about her mother, and her brother, and all the bitterness in the Clan. She could sit there alone and she could cry, and no one would be there to judge her. She breathed again, and the cloud of air that came from her mouth still fascinated her.
Sprucetail agreed with Willowfern. "It's nice to get away from the Clan sometimes. Here, I know a place where we can sleep. Moonspots told me that Icicle used to have a den along Lost River. It's small but at least it'll be dry."
Pearlglow grabbed Puddlekit by the scruff. "Bedtime!" she exclaimed. "You all can play in the morning." Sheepkit followed behind, a little less than reluctantly. She was too tired to spy anyways.
Lightkit found Willowfrost and followed her to the Queens' Den. She missed her mother still, and even in her own den, curled beside her siblings and her ghostly white friends, she felt as if she were in a foreign place.
Icicle went up to Auburnstar's Den. She thought she saw another cat in there, so she waited until they left to meet with her.
Moonspots lay down in her den and sighed. Her feelings were hurt from that day. All arguments over little things. She watched as her namesake rose up into the sky. The moon is steady, always there. Something to look forward to each night, something to depend on. The clouds might shroud it, but it's still there.
