Golden light shimmered on the cat's backs. Over the mountain lie a new frontier. The ats walked, determinded to find a new home.
Alas, the reached the top of the hill. Maplepaw's tortiseshell pelt burned in the heat of the sunny day. Looking out over the horizon was an amazing sight. A lake, striped with reds and yellows, borders strong, fertile forests and island protruded out of the water. Yet something stranger caught her eye.
Tiny figures seemed to battle. Cats- or at least Maplepaw thought they were- fought as if their life depended on it.
With a cough, Leafstar nodded," this must be our home."
The clan continued down the jagged pathway. Birds fluttered around them, seeming to welcome them. Bouncefire leaped up and caught one, as did Marco and Pollo.
Bouncefire handed the bird to Maplepaw. Maplepaw nodded in thanks, but instead of consuming it, gave it to Cherryfall, who was desprate for food. Padding through the forest, strange memories of a calico tom started to fill her mind. Maplepaw weaved through the crowd of cats, reaching Leafstar.
"Have you- erm, sorry, I, ever meet a tortoiseshell tom?" she asked. Leafstar nodded and sighed," Yes. Sol. He was a brave tom- saved me from a twoleg once." A brown tom walked over to them in the light, revealing that it was Sharpclaw.
"We better get moving, its getting dark," retorted Sharpclaw. Leafstar turned to him," who said we were moving at night?"
"I did," huffed Sharpclaw. Maplepaw looked back and forth between the arguing cats," if we move at night, we'll be able to avoid thunderpaths and twolegs!" Hissed Sharpclaw.
"I guess you have a point there, Sharpclaw," sighed Leafstar.
That's an abrupt ending. But that's it. All I wrote.