Loveclan's Life |:| Chapter 8/p

Chestnutflame's tail flicked as he sat in the clearing the group had found. His eyes wandered, following the birds in the sky. Darkstorm entered, a large thrush in his jaws. "Good catch." Chestnutflame purred. The other tom murmured a thanks, setting it down. "Care to share?" Darkstorm quietly asked before beginning to eat. Chestnutflame nodded.

Maple stood from her pile of brush. She looked around. Her mouth watered at the weak scent of prey. Her pupils dilated as she trotted farther from the camp. Her tail and head drooped. She sped up and started bounding away. The young she paused at scent markers, confused. Her former clan had no enemies - why have a border? She sniffed around. After a few moments, she ran across into a less dense forest. Even with how vast the territory was, there was an end.

The queen stood over a vole, ripping it apart and eating. She pulled brush and moss together to form a scrawny nest.

I'm thinking about continuing this story, I see so many plot holes and cliches, but maybe I can make it into something. Also, please dont pm me. Leaving reviews really helps.