Vritra-Rising

“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 manag

Hidden away in a twisting cave system lay an old twoleg’s nest. Made of wood and rock, the nest was slowly being taken over by the earth, sunken into the ground it once stood proudly on. Grass grew between floorboards and moss covered walls, slowly covering what used to be. It was a perfect place to call home. Many small spaces and holes lead into a larger cavern room, where the cats of MoonClan had claimed as their camp. It took perhaps a few sunrises to make the dens feel just right, but everything was finally setting into place. In a concealed crevice that was hidden under draping lichen, was a small warm den, filled with soft moss,