The Mudslide

Ridgeback carefully slid his black, glossy fur into his nest. After hours of hunting, he decided he needed to take a rest. As he tossed and turned, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Why was he feeling that? After a while, sleep overtook him. A dream entered his peacfull sleep. He saw a ginger she-cat walk up to him. She said " Mud will fall, and the face of your clan will change forever" 'To be continued'