by Hopeflower » Sat Aug 30, 2008 2:35 am
Meanwhile, on the island in the lake, a shadow moved. Then another, and more after that. The leader was a black and white tom, and with him were two brown tabby she-cats. They were the last patrol of the day for DarkClan. They approached a small cave of entangled tree roots, which served as their leader's den. "Scorch," the young tom called. There was a flicker of movement, before piercing bright green eyes opened and a small ginger tabby tom padded out of the den. "What is it, Patch?" he meowed. Patch bowed his head respectfully. "Stick, Cora and I have finished the last patrol of the day. No foreign cats have been spotted on the island, and there is prey enough to get us through the last moons of leaf-bare." Scorch blinked and nodded. "I see," he meowed. "That is good news. Thank you." The patrol nodded before they padded off to the den the other cats all shared. Their leader, however, stared up at the pale sky for a moment before he retreated into his den. He sensed that the winds of change were beginning to blow once more.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
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