“We shall be heading there today.”
“Hmm, I see. Do what you must.”
“... And if he interferes?”
“Things are changing. I trust you to do what is necessary, Moth.”
“Of course, my Queen.”
A chill wind swept through Kelra’s camp, blowing sprinkles of rain across the muddy, frost-dotted soil. Spring had begun in a dour grey, thick clouds covering the sky overhead. It matched the camp’s recent atmosphere well.
Feather had hardly been seen at all since Bumblepaw’s unfortunate passing. He’d even gone alone to bury his son’s body. When cats did manage to catch sight of him, many noted how rumpled and unkept his fur had become, and the dark lines that had blossomed below his eyes. His Deputy and Task Leader had been forced to ward off concerns, holding up the clan’s activities on their ow