A New Path

Dovepelt could feel the cool mist from inside her feather-lined den. She blinked open her eyes, stretching. The HeatherClan medicine cat poked her velvety nose out of bracken-and-feather den stocked with fresh herbs. She arched her back, yawning as the prickly little pins and needles traveled up her spine. As Dovepelt was blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she noticed shadows lining the valley-like camp.
They were the shadows of cats.