Goldenfeather of the Sun sighed heavily. The Gathering was coming up soon and her Pride was weaker than before. The fresh-kill pile seemed nothing more than a dropped squirrel, far too skinny to satisfy even a kit. Many cats were too weak to stand, let alone hunt and fight.
The only ones able enough to hunt were herself, Lakebelly of Rivers, and Foxsun.
“Lakebelly of Rivers,Foxsun, could you come here a moment?” she asked.
Lakebelly of Rivers and Foxsun, who were sharing tongues, padded up to her. She was much skinnier than the rest of the Pride but insisted she was fine. “We’re going on a hunting patrol. Just the t
A gentle breeze blew through the gathering hollow, the pine needles of the fallen tree rattling in the brisk air and the seeing falls shimmered brightly from the moonlight and the stars. A sandy-colored she-cat padded to the hollow edge, with her Pride beside her she scanned the meeting place. A fawn pelted tom padded over to hollow ledge, glancing over at the she-cat.
The female leader spotted the other cat, she stared for a few moments before twitching her ear, her clan beginning to move into the hollow, her moving with them. The tom watched as she went into the hollow, flick