Mistpaw, a small brown tom, was gathering some comfrey in the vast forest that was his home. Birds tweeted, the sounds of insects were fading with the cold, but it was a peaceful day.
You would never be able to guess what had happened to Darkclan on days like this. How Greencough spread through the clan like a forest fire and killed so many.
"Hush, hush," he said to himself. "No need to think about that. What happened happened."
Mistpaw continued on to find some more poppies, which would be few this time of year.
You would never be able to guess what had happened to Darkclan on days like this. How Greencough spread through the clan like a forest fire and killed so many.
"Hush, hush," he said to himself. "No need to think about that. What happened happened."
Mistpaw continued on to find some more poppies, which would be few this time of year.