Ravenstar
Ravenstar turned and quickly left camp, making his way towards the Moonstone. He looked up worriedly, noticing the bad weather. With a shrug he continued walking, although a thread of doubt remained in the back of his mind. He didn't like how bad the weather was getting, but it was imperative that he made it to the Moonstone. His dreams had been uneasy lately, and nothing but talking with his ancestors could set his mind at ease.
As he continued on his black fur rippled in the slight wind, and he kept his eyes half closed to combat the wild wind and flying dust. A black cloud moved over the sun, and the leader found himself navigating the territory more by memory than by sight. It was chilly, and he fluffed up his fur to try and keep himself heated.
He flinched and stopped as he heard a branch snap, but continued walking at a slower pace than before. He wrote it off as simply being a fallen branch or something similar.







