Cindercry's Love

The she cat's small frame was squeezed between two other warriors- both male. She felt her face flush red and sweat beaded her fur like dew. The brisk morning breeze was soft, cooling her muzzle. Orange leaves scattered the ground, most large and torn- it was finally her favorite season. Although the kits loved to play in the leaves, getting into mischief- prey was getting fairly scarce. She frowned as she looked towards the warrior on her left- Dirtpelt. The warrior on her right was Patchfur- a large white-grey tom with large black blotches stared down kindly at her. The gathering was about to begin- Brambleclan, Stoneclan and Snowclan would be arriving soon- she hoped. "I see them!" She snapped back to reality to see one of Blossomdust's kits jumping up and down, perched upon a large rock. "It's Reedstar and Brightstar coming this way!"

Cinderfur leaped up, the two toms beside her trailed afterwards. The three stood near the kit, watching with wide eyes. "I never knew Stoneclan was so big." Dirtpelt arched a brow, staring in awe.