Leopardclaw slipped through a crack in the barn wall, out of the wind and rain that still roared outside and into the soft smelling hay filled barn. He blinked a few times to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness as he dragged himself towards the fallen boards that would lead to the upper level. Had it not been raining, the moon would have been near its peak, and Leopardclaw certainly felt it. He had taken the long way around Thunderclan’s territory to avoid running into his old clan mates, and his sore paws and tired legs screamed for rest.
Halfway up the board, the tom paused, catching the feint scent of another cat, with just eno