by wildcatabc » Fri Jan 01, 2021 6:02 pm
Morningwind sat in the cool evening air eating her fresh kill. She couldn’t help but glance over at Dewshade. He was so handsome. The best tom in the clan in her opinion. She quickly looked away as he looked up.
Bramblewind was up to the usual, a thorn in the paw there, a scratch here. He had just stocked up on herbs because the old ones had rotted. He was almost tired of being a medicine cat. But he couldn’t just abandon his clan. He looked at Thornkit and Leafkit and sighed. He had wanted kits ever since he was a kit himself, but apparently he was “meant to be a medicine cat” as his mentor had told him. He was about to go dump the rotted leaves out, when he heard wailing from the forest, the wailing of a kit. But it wasn’t a kit from this clan.