Post by talonclaw on Mar 11, 2007 13:07:10 GMT -5
Mistpaw was hunting early in the morning it had been two moons since the death of her mother Lightstep. The trees swede as a cool breeze flew through the air. Mistpaw could still smell blood where her and Lightstep were attacked by foxes. Then the she smelled a new scent, this wasn't prey or any cat in the clans. The bushes parted and a cat with a gray pelt padded out into the opening. She knew who this cat was,it was her father Stoneclaw.