SPOTTEDSTAR
She stretched in her den then padded out side. The Leaf-bare chill didn't bother her with her thick coat. But her coat was still thick in green-leaf. so she was warm in leaf-bare, but a little too hot in green-leaf. She padded up to the highrock and leaped on, almost missing the landing when she slipped on a patch of ice. She was lucky her claws were like daggers, so she could get a grip on the ice, then break it, allowing her to grip the rock and climb up. She sat down quickly. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneeth the highrock." She waited anxiously for the cats to assemble. What she was about to say was important. VERY important.









