The rain soaked his long silver pelt, and the wet dirt muddied his black paws.
The willow trees managed to block some of the rain, but the cold dewdrops continued to hit his pelt. He held a squirrel in his jaws, luckily the rain hadn't scared all the prey. As he headed back towards his cave, a plead for help was heard all around.
"Help!"
The startled birds flew off, and he raced towards the source of the voice. He could only smell the scent of the wet dirt, but he caught a small whiff of a beast.
Fox.
Quickening his pace, he leaped out from behind a holly bush. Landing of the red beasts back, he dug his teeth onto the skin. The beast snarled and squirmed in attempt to throw the tom off.
Soon, a second cat also latched itself on the fox. While the silver tom clawed the fox's back, the other cat dug its claws on the beats face. With one last whimper, the fox scurried away.
The iron scent of blood filled the toms nostrils as red stained the ground. The fox had left a gash on the silver toms shoulder, nothing a few cobwebs can't fix. A pale gray she-cat stood in front of him. A slight hint of fear shone in her blue eyes, but it was quickly changed with the hint of annoyance.
"I could've handled that on my own," She hissed.
Her tone took him by surprise, "If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who called for help."
His remark only seemed to annoy her even further. "Humph, stupid tom, thinking she-cats can't do anything on their own," She muttered.
"Oh?" He purred. "That's not true. She-cats can do the same as toms."
"As a sign of gratitude, I will catch a piece of prey for you." With that, she turned and disappeared into the undergrowth.
Sometimes he wondered, what was going on back in DuskClan? How is Feathertail? Has Ripplestar done more damage?
He hoped they were all safe, including his power hungry brother.
A few moments later, the she-cat had returned with a rabbit in her jaws. She set it down at his feet, and began to leave.
"Er-you can keep it. I already have a squirrel," He called out.
Her tail had begun to lash side-to-side, and her ear began to flick. "Keep it. I can find my own prey."
"You know, it's rude to not say your name."
"You know, it'a rude to ask for someone elses name without stating your own first," She shot back.
"Nightfeather." He purred. "That's my name."
"It's a weird name," she muttered. "My name is Moon."
It's been a moon since he met her. And he hasn't seen her since.
It is time.
Nightfeather had eaten travelling herbs, and now, he was about to begin his journey. He was going to find cats to join him. He was going to save the Clans of the Cliffs.
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