Historias de Realshort

It was a cold Leaf-bare moonhigh. The Silverpelt was bright and shining. Most cats were getting ready for sleep. They needed to. In order to keep the Clan strong and protected, they needed to. Squirrelflight wasn't in bed though. She was nuzzled up against her mate, Ashfur. They were staring up at Silverpelt. Ashfur closed his eyes and sniffed Squirrelflight's sweet smell.

she was the storm- the rage and the destruction