A warrior gazed up to the sky that was a dark blue that night, nearly black. It was night and the warrior could hear the gossiping of crickets that played in the background. The warrior looked up to the night sky and wondered if it was alive and was expressing its emotion by making thousands upon thousand of star shining brilliantly along Silver-Pelt.
Turning tail from where they were perched, the warrior raced down the hill and into the chirping of crickets that occupied the forest. Taking care as to where they stepped to make sure they didn't wake the badger that the warrior had scented before, they didved into the thick brambles that had started to encloase them and pelted of into the darkness, blending perfectly with the black hole that swallowed the warrior with the dark pelt. Slowing down once the warrior heard the gurgling of a creek, they padded on till they reached the bank of said creek and bent down to take a rewarding mouthful of water. Turning around to scent for danger and happily deciding there was none the warrior curled up and settled down for the night, dreaming about a large group of cats.