Rainpelt’s Story

Rainpelt shook droplets of water from her fur as she stretche. The tasted the air. The air was crisp with a cool breeze that ruffled her fur. She kicked her denmate, Mosstail, on the back. Mosstail shot open her eyes and glared at Rainpelt.

“Time for patrol,” she mewed simply. Mosstail yawned and walked out the warriors den. Rainpelt bounded towards the camp entance. She could make out the shape of cats in the clearing waking up.