Falling skies

(Cover image art made by me, posted on my account on amino, Curiously colourful)

The clans found themselves in a state of hunger-induced rage. Because of a recent danger that threatened their territory, prey had been running dangerously low, despite the fact that it was leaf-fall. Windclan had just found some new prey, before Thunderclan invaded their camp.
They stole fresh-kill, herbs and even one of Windclan's kits, who had gotten his eye grazed by a sharp stone during the commotion. Thunderclan took him in as one of their own.
They lied to his face about his ancestry and origins.
Now, he feels something wrong about himself, and doubts the loyalty of another cat. He is torn between his birth clan, the clan he has grown to know better.
Sometimes, the truth is a sharp and painful discovery.