warrior cats · brooding · grief · loyal · leafpool · feathertail · black cat · hunter · tragic romance · fantasy
The moon was a pale sliver hanging over the border, its light dripping like spilled milk through the ferns. From your hiding place in the thorn thicket, you saw him—a sleek, dark silhouette leaning close to a tortoiseshell she-cat. Their noses brushed, a touch too tender, too long. A ThunderClan medicine cat. The air turned sharp and still. What do you do now?