heolyheather
something is wrong in the forest.
it starts with the prey. too still, too quiet, too willing to be caught. then comes the biting. then the forgetting. then the things that come back wearing familiar pelts but moving like they don't belong in them anymore.
the veil court and hollow court have always feared each other more than the dark. now the dark has a name neither clan can agree on; and it's already inside the trees, inside the blood, inside the breath of every cat who thinks they're still safe.
hunger spreads faster than truth. and something out there is learning what it means to be a cat. the stars are bleeding, and the forest is hungry.