A dark black sky hung over head. Storm and Daisy Padded over to a big hole Daisy leaned over and looked at it. "Someone made it it'll fit both of us" she explained.
Storm nodded and went inside. It was dark there where leaves around the ground. Storm thought it was for beds but the sent was so stale he couldn't even tell who made it. Daisy had already settled on a pile of leaves. "I don't think in what weather mite appear is the time for hunting" she sighed.
Storm stud up " I think I could make a mouse or two" he declared.
Daisy nodded and Storm padded out of the den to look around. A bent tree was hanging right above the den. Storm shuddered at the thought of the tree falling on the den when lighting struck it, crushing Daisy. He sniffed the air for a just one sent of prey. But soon the first drops of rain fell. Storm looked at the sky and saw black clouds mixing into each other. Storm snapped his attention back to hunting. And caught a wif of mouse. Yes he thought and followed the sent. The rain was pouring out by the time Storm got back carrying a two mice.
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The scavingers, the rise of the tribe book 1: the choise
Ficción históricatwo cats go out in serch of making a tribe of cats. when they find magical crechers what whould there tribe realy be?
