The Whispering Breeze

Allegiances

This may end up being a bomb of a story, it may fail. Lets find out. XD - Star  eh Ki  tteh! Roses are red, but violets aren't blue...  13:21, February 19, 2011 (UTC)

Chapter One
Blossom sniffed the air and shivered. It was getting colder and colder out; before long, the Tribe Of Tall Pines would start crossing the borders when they became depersate for food, and Pool would not have it. She would send out patrol after patrol to fight off the intruders, and their Healer, Snow, would lose many fine Cave-Guards. The name Cave-Guards was ironic for the Tribe Of Tall Pines, for they didn't sleep in caves; they slept high off the ground, in nests they made in trees. Blossom had seen the Tribe Of Tall Pines only once before, when her, Drift, and Berry had taken back one of their dead Prey-Hunters back to their camp.

"Blossom! Blossom Of Fresh Flower, where are you?!" The distraught mew was her mothers, Birch Where Sparrows Sing. Blossom hated her name. She sounded sweet, and inocent, a cat that no one bothers fighting because she will die with the lightest of swipes. But she wasn't. She was one of the best Prey-Hunters in the Tribe Of Falling Stones, and Pool sometimes let her go out as a Cave-Guard because of how well she fought. No cat, even the most lithe of all cats, could escape her thorn-sharp hooked claws.

She slipped from behind the rock and inhaled the fresh morning air. Day was beginning.