Two And A Half Moons

Stonefoot stalked at the edge of the border, his luminous orange eyes wide and wary. He was the only cat patrolling the dark borders of SpiceClan during the night. Snow circled its way to the ground, burying everything it touched. The dead roots of tree stumps curved in and around his paws. The night was laced with poisonous anticipation as he wondered what would come to play; another Clan's night patrol, maybe, or some animal he couldn't fend off alone. The other Clans didn't bother much. He sat back; might as well take some time to relax as long as nothing was happening. He let his gaze wander from his position high on one of the many rocks in the territory. Cold snow made his blue-black fur a pale gray, piling silently on his back. Every now and then he would straighten and shake it off. He closed his eyes momentarily then snapped them open, not wanting to drift off in the snow. Suddenly he sat bolt upright, his gaze fixating on something far off in the distance, his senses washed with a foreboding feeling. He shivered, only partly because of the snow. He focused hard on the things, but they were too far away to make out.