Post by swiftpath on Dec 14, 2007 19:16:30 GMT -5
Ravenwhisker went out hunting. The clan needed fresh kill. She went near the caves on the borders of Windclan territory and heard a small, pitiful mewling. She went inside and caught a glimse of what she thought to be a pelt. when she got closer, she realized it was a cat, quite young, probably 9 moons old. It seemed to be dead except for the rapid rise and fall of her ribs. She picked up the scrap of fur and brought it back to camp.
