MoonClansProphecy

Cats battled and screeched in a forest clearing. Pools of blood and tufts of fur littered the ground. Heavy rain clouds covered the sky, but the rain did not yet come. Tall oak trees reached up toward them, as if trying the claw at the clouds, rip them open and soak up the water that they provided. A short-haired white she-cat with amber eyes exploded from the battling cats and skidded to a stop in front of a huge brown tabby tom that stood at the edge of the clearing. The she-cat's claws were unsheathed and her pelt was fluffed up with anger. She had a gash on her shoulder and a cut here and there, but that was all. "Oak! Take your pack and