Littlecloud (Feather)

There will be a Council tonight.

Featherpaw noticed the sun slowly sinking behind the treetops. The last golden rays glided across the forest, painting the sky warm, and the first shadows were already gathering between the trees. Soon night would fall, and the four Clans would gather under one moon.

Featherpaw paused briefly, listening to the evening forest. He wondered what the other Clans would talk about this time. He disliked arguments, especially those that started with a few careless words. At the Gathering, cats were supposed to leave their differences outside the clearing and, at least for one night, remember that they all lived under the same sky.

He sighed softly and looked again at the fading sunset. There was still time before moonrise, but it wouldn't be long. Feather hoped only that this Council would proceed peacefully and that no one would have to return to camp with anxiety in their hearts.