Literature
The next generation
Rays of light filtered down through the every growing gaps of the autumn worn tree tops. A heavy wind blew though the leaves, making them rustle and chatter along their branches. A blue-gray and black marbled feline sat at the base of a particularly large oak. The very tree she had mated with Nettleblood. He was off on hunting, but she hoped he would return soon. This was one of the few spots the two felt they could meet, and be affectionate with out the prying eyes of their Clan mates whom they couldn't share their mate-hood with. It was better this way, she knew, even if she disliked it. The kits were being born to two Dark Forest apprentic