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When they returned to their den, Leaf was still huddled with the remainder of Flooded Stream's litter, not that they expected him to leave. The two kits were both gray-brown with black stripes.

"Is it okay if I leave now?" Leaf asked. Even if he knew it was okay to, he always asked.

Swift Fox nodded his head. He wanted Leaf gone. Not that he was a nuisance, but he needed to think in a quiet or calm place. Usually the floor above them was quiet, but it just wasn't natural. He needed the gentleness of the lake.

He rushed to a stump that was so old and small, and so close to the shore, sometimes the stump was completely submerged in a larger wave.

There has to be a way to fox this, he thought. There has to be a way. What if cold season next time is worse? Should all the cats at the lake group up? No; not everyone would join. Prey rations, where cats gave a fourth of their catch for later use? Still no, some cats might hoard. But again with a big group, not everyone had to join. So that seemed right. But what would he say?

"Hey, are you okay?" He whipped around, angry for the cat for disturbing his careful thoughts, but then he realized it was just Thistle.

"I'm fine," he replied. "Has Flooded Stream named the kits yet?"

He shook his head. "She wants to wait until their eyes are opened. What are you doing?"

"Just thinking."

"You think like that a lot."

"Well, I like the peace that comes with it."

"What are you thinking about? I mean, you don't have to answer, just if you want to."

"The lake needs unification."

"Are you sure? You know some cats will strongly defy that."

"But others need it."

Thistle seemed to consider that. "True. But what will you say?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Thistle nodded. "Do you want me to leave now?"

"Yes, please." Swift Fox made sure to say it in a way so it didn't sound rude. Thistle quietly left, but he remembered. "Wait!" Thistle turned around.

"What?"

"If you go hunting, I need you to spread the word that the unification meeting is on the island when at moonhigh at the next half moon!" he replied almost panicked, as if he expected Thistle to disappear.

"Okay." The patched tom left before he could say anything else.

What was I thinking? The next half moon? That's tonight! I can't use an evening to make a speech to make all the cats at the lake a whole! But it was too late. He began thinking about it, because if it was going to work, he needed to start now.


At the island at moonhigh, Swift Fox saw many more cats than he expected with only a moment's notice of a speech. He quieted everyone and took a deep breath.

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