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| - Crowfeather slept close to his mate, Leafpool. Her belly was heavy with kits and it had been moons since they had left the Clans. He saw a familar shape in the early morning mist. Feathertail he thought. But she's dead! The cat bounded away, and Crowfeather thought he must have imagined it. "Wake up, Leafpool. I want to go hunting but I'm leaving you alone asleep here." They were in a pine forest that was very shadey and creepy looking. "I'm getting up." Leafpool muttered, streching her hind paws until they shook. "I'll bring you back a juicey mouse." he purred, rubbing his pelt on hers, twining their tails together... That cat again! He looked around, but once again the cat disappered. "What is it?" LEafpool asked her mate. "Nothing." Crowfeather meowed, then left for hunting. "Leafpool! I have something to show you!" Crowfeather came bounding down the slope where the cats had spent the night. "You have been gone for moons!" LEafpool meowed. "It was only a couple of hours!" Crowfeather meowed. "Anyway, here's your juicy mouse. After you eat that, I can show you my surprise!" "Is tis surprise why it took you so long to catch two mice?" Leafpool joked, settling next to Crowfeather to eat. "Can I look now?" Leafpool asked. Crowfeather had asked her close her eyes about the moment they had reached more familair forest, like ThunderClan forest. "Yes." Leafpool opened her eyes and gasped. At the edge of the forest was moorland, strecthed on forever and forever. "Yes, but it isn't the moorland I want you to see." Crowfeather meowed. He lead her to a clearing full of brambles. He lead her through a tunnel made of stone. "The tunnel was already here, I just put in the bramble for protection and whats in the inside." "Oh, Crowfeather!" LEafpool meowed happily as she saw what was inside. There was a rock that hung out so there was a shady placeunderneath it. There were two hollowed logs covered in brambles with rocks by the entrances. Leafpool peeked inside and saw there were already moss nests in it. In the second was more moss and brambles, but also some cuts in it. Leafpool saw the cuts were big enough to store things in and already had some catmint and chervil in them. "This is your medicine den, but you and I will sleep in the other log. Off of our sleeping log is another log where the kits will sleep." Crowfeather pointed it out. Aure enought, there was a tunnel from inside the first log that leads to another log that didn't have another opening. keyNo information Row 2 title No information Row 3 title No information Row 4 title No information Row 5 title No information Row 6 title No information Row 7 title No information Row 8 title No information Row 9 title No information Row 10 title No information Row 11 title "So if something wants to get at our kits, they ethier have to eat wood or get past us!" Leafpool purred. "Oh, Crowfeather, It's perfect! It reminds me of ThunderClan's old camp!" "Let's go catch some fresh-kill together to stock p the fresh-kill pile. We can out it under that rock." Crowfeather twitched his tail in the direction of the rock that stretched out and created shade and protection from rain. "Lets call that rock, Preyrock!" Leafpool exclaimed. "Good! now, we should be hunting! We have to keep you plup because your eating for both you and the kits." Crowfeather meowed. Leafpool purred as they climbed through the stone tunnel. "Stop right there, Crowfeather! Leafpool!" a silver cat with long hair stood at the edge of the clearing. "Feathertail?!" Crowfeather and Leafpool meowed together, "But you're Dead!"
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