Evergrey Sky

[Wolfstar]

The sky stretched overhead. It was endless and grey. Nevermind that. It had an end. It ended on Scorchclan's border. Everything ended there. The dark ginger cat was not one for profound thought usually, but days like this, when he searched for herbs alone, he couldn't help but consider the emptiness of the land.

To think, his father had told him once that this one territory could it five times the population of Scorchclan. Now the entire land was theirs. Everywhere he looked was Scorchclan territory. He knew somewhere far away there were Ivyclan and Streamclan. But they seemed insignificant from where he was standing.

Beneath him was the moorgrass. It was green, for the moment. The wind blew his fur every which way. Luckily his pelt was naturally thick. Even on this grey day it glowed brightly like a flame amongst the empty moor. Still, he wouldn't have come so far had he not been in need of Wild Garlic.

Firestorm sighed. It was best to collect some before the rain started.

[Firepoppy]

Deathstar watched the clouds form and deform above. The painfully gray sky streached on forever, pelting down rain amoungst the nearby territories.

No rain was falling here.

Deathstar stalked over to Firestorm. "Are you finished yet?" he asked impatiently. He hadn't needed to come with the ginger cat, but he was feeling restless and agitated in camp, like there was something he was missing. Something he had forgotton to do.

[Wolfstar]

"Not yet," Firestorm mewed, trying not to snap at his leader, one of the few cats he felt was worth respecting. But it was only natural that he'd feel irked by being rushed. He'd only just found a patch of the bitter herb he'd come for.

Quickly he began to dig it up. The thin little bulbs were barely beneath the earth and soon he had a mouthful of it. He was amazed that he'd ever run out of it. But he supposed it was his own laziness that prevented him from collecting it sooner.

"Right, let's move," he mewed, barely audible through the herbs in his mouth. He was actually savoring the stinging flavor on his tongue. It wasn't dull and bland like freshkill felt nowadays.

A crack of thunder rattled the sky.

"Deathstar, have you noticed anything odd on the borders lately?" Firestorm mewed casually. Though it was hard to imagine their territory had borders. He barely remembered them from when he was a warrior. It was rare for him to be interested in the happenings of the traitor clans, but he couldn't help but think, with cruel amusement, that disease should have wiped them out moons ago. They could not possibly be leading healthy lives.

[Firepoppy]

Deathstar trotted after Firestorm.

The storm was making him nervous; last time there was a storm like this, a few trees had fallen down near his camp, almost crushing his den. He didn't like storms. He didn't like them because they were more powerful than him. He would give anything to be able to crush his enemies as easy as a thunderbolt.

Thunder thrashed through his thoughts, along with the sound of Firestorm's voice.

"What?" he asked, distracted. "I don't think so. Why? Do you know something?"