MoonClanandSunClan48

    A lone she-cat sat on a sandstone overlook; below her were the cats it was her duty to heal and save from the brink of death. The ravine was silent now, being almost moonhigh, but in the morning it would be full of bustling warriors, apprentices complaining about lack of sleep, kits playing games with their littermates, and elders sunning in the light. ~~~~~    A few tree-lengths away, in a sandstone cave hidden by hanging lichen, an aged red-brown tom laid amid a pile of moss. His steady breathing indicated that he was sleeping, and as he slept, his tail twitched. He turned over in his sleep, then gave a sigh of content and laid still