It was the next day, some cats dead, some alive. A storm was coming, Thunderstrike knew by the wind. The other lynxes, that were alive, was bringing a tree trunk, by pushing it with their heads, to the middle of the territory for thunderstrike, the leader of the territory. Thunderstrike stretched, he didn't see the tree trunk yet. "Is someone going to get our leader?!" A orange-ish-tan lynx with yellow eyes meowed, that was named Orangeprey "I will." Lightclaw mewed. He walked to Thunderstrike. "We got you something!" Lightclaw mewed. "Okay." Thunder strike mewed. "Follow." Lightclaw meowed, walking away, with Thunderstrike following her. Thunderstrike was shocked. "We made this for you, leader." Darknight meowed. "Thanks guys." Thunderstrike said happily.
