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Shadowpaw's patrol brought the prey they had caught back to camp, their heads held high but their tails telling another story. Thistletail's swiped back and forth in anger as he growled, flexing his claws to distract himself. They got to the camp entrance and paused in confusion. It was quiet for midday. Too quiet. There were two cats sitting by the entrance. Emberpaw, her pink eyes so unsure and upset, and Greycloud, his normal cheeky grin was replaced with a quivering lip and watery eyes. What's going on? Thistletail stops to speak with Greycloud as the rest of the patrol walked through the opening into their normally busy clan area. Loo

I look through a window and I see a tree. Its trunk dirt brown. Its leaves burgundy. At first glance, it's not much to look at. but i look again and I notice how the leaves wiggle back and forth in the wind, How the sun shines through them revealing a red curtain. It's a thin tree and the wind makes it cower. It bends. but it never breaks. The tree seems cold. The leaves hang down like they're weeping. As I watch, a man passes by. He doesn't stop to look at the tree. Why bother? At first glance, there's nothing special about it. but still I look again.