The dew wet grass, stained with the nights visit before. Stars still hung in the sky like a silhouette, barely visible to the seeing eye. Silience remains in the dawning morning, until something breaks the sound barrier. A mournful screech rings out, echoing across LionClans territory. The strong scent of blood quickly filled the early morning, alarming the morning birds and sparrows. Another screech was sputtered out. Nightclaw, a warrior of LionClan,perked his ears and smirked. Knowing his dirty work was done.