Days of Dirt

Proulge
It was yet another dry night without rain. Only a few weeks ago Viperfire had been killed. It hadn't rained since.

The drought was long and seemed endless. The lake was only filled halfway to it's usal point.

The air felt dry and sweaty. The leaves were dried up, and crackled beneath Lakewater's feet. He was out alone, trying to find water. He came to a pond, put only a puddle was left, and wouldn't help his clan survive.

He dragged his tail as he walked towards camp. The river was only halfway full, and moved slowly. An owl hooted. The leaves cracked and broke under his feet. Not a shuffle to indicate prey. They all hid in their dens, trying to wait out the heat. The forest was quiet, and the owl no longer hooted. They were no mice, and that means no more owls. They had all moved. "That probably was the last hoot of an owl that i'll hear for a long time." Lakewater thought grimly.

As he walked into camp, Cloudsky rushed up. "Is their any-" she began, but Lakewater shook his head. She frowned. "How are the sick cats to survive without water?" she said. Lakewater shrugged. "No, you'll find water, I know you will. You must!" Cloudsky said. "I'm not sure I can." Lakewater said. Cloudsky walked off the the medicene cat's den, her head hanging low. "My clan has to go on.." Lakewater thought. The first rays of the sun began to show.