The cold ground sent a chill through a cream colored tabby she-cat's big white paws, she looked closely at the snow that hid the once leafy forest was now frozen by the snow of leaf-bare. The tabby shook snowflakes from her pelt, resting her amber gaze on a hill of snow; she kept staring at it for some unknown reason. A pale gray tom padded next to her, following the creamy tabby's amber gaze with his own dark blue gaze, "What do you see, Berrypaw?" The pale tom mewed, it was as if he couldn't see what she did, or it was as if he were playing a game with her about not seeing what lay in front of them. Does Grayfur not see this? Berrypaw thought to herself, slowly she padded closer and closer to the snow covered hill, "It's a cat, with a solid white pelt." Berrypaw mewed to the tom, at that moment the white cat moved. So it isn't dead. . She sighed her relief, and padded closer. Slowly the white cat looked at her with blue eyes, "Where am I?" He mewed.
Berrypaw growled, unsheathing her claws toward the stranger, "You're in my tribe's tettoriety," Grayfur growled as he padded next to his young apprentice. "Who are you?" he added quickly. The white tom shook his fur, freeing it from the snow that had fallen upon it, with the snow free from his pelt Berrypaw could see what he looked like much easier, he was a long-haired white tom. "My name is. . . "The tom paused, his eyes wondering around as if he were trying to figure his name out. "I do not know." He concluded. Berrypaw growled, she knew this tom had to know something but was afraid to admit who he was in case he was from their enemy tribe of Shadows. Grayfur looked at the sky; he seemed to be thinking about his dead brother Jayfur. The dark gray warrior had died protecting the tribe. "Come with us." Grayfur turned around and started to pad over toward the tribes camp, how will this tom act going behind a waterfall? Berrypaw thought as they neared the waterfall where they kept their camp. It was the safest place for them, the cave was extremely large, about twenty-three fat well fed horses could live there and there would still be enough room for about three of their young.
Grayfur had asked Berrypaw to go speak to her mother, Blossomheart. She led the tribe ever since the former leader Mossheart died. With a flick of his tail Grayfur dismissed Berrypaw to go t her mother's moss den, Blossomheart was a kind and caring she-cat, Grayfur must've knew that she'd listen to her kin before she listened to one of her loyal warriors no matter how much she trusted him. "Blossomheart," Berrypaw mewed through the moss entrance to her den. "Come in Berrypaw." Blossomheart meowed to her daughter, Berrypaw flicked her tail for the white tom to follow her, "Blossomheart this is a cat that Grayfur and myself found while we were hunting for Skystream as you ordered us." Blossomheart looked at the white tom with her piercing amber eyes, she seemed to be happy he had been found by her tribe's cats, "You've come at last, come young tom we must make it known you are here now." Blossomheart jumped up and raced outside, calling the tribe together. "My prayers have been answered, Cloud has come!" Blossomheart yowled loudly, she turned to face him. "You were born of softness, but were raised at Thunder. I trust you know about the clans, and how to fight and hunt." Blossomheart questioned him lightly. Berrypaw looked at her mother, she was happier than ever. It was as if she'd regained the hope she had lost when Mossheart died many moon cycles ago.
"Yes" the white tom answered, Blossomheart flicked her tail to silence him, "You're name will be Cloudface." The whit tom looked at Blossomheart closer, I remember now. . . My name isn't Cloudface, He added more silently. It's Cloudtail.
To Be Continued. . .
