Chapter 10
Sparrowpaw cautiously sniffed the air, as he had been trained to by his mentor, Nightwind. He smelled prey-scent, the musty odor of leaf mold, and traces of WoodClan cats that had passed this way. His nostrils flared and his hackles rose as he scented fox, though fortunately it was stale. Safe to pass. He continued to a hollow oak tree with moss growing at its base and sides.
Perfect, he thought to himself. He began scraping the moss into a large bundle, which he awkwardly gripped between his teeth, and walked back towards the camp. The elders will be pleased; this is especially good moss. Maybe Everflame will even tell me a story!
The young tom was pleased with the bedding he had found, and so were the elders.
"Aah," Wildpatch sighed contentedly, "I haven't had a nest this soft in countless moons! Thankee, youngster!"
"Yes, you did well. Now, how would you like to hear a story about the four Clans' histories?" Everflame meowed. He was grinning slightly, as he enjoyed the presence of this young cat, who was always interested in his stories.
"Story? YES PLEASE!"
Short chapter, but it leads to a rather LONG story. I'm giving a little reference to how my story ties in with the Clans. AND I FIXED THE FORMAT PROBLEM!