"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a Clan meeting!"
The gray tabby leader was sitting on a low-hanging branch connected to his evergreen den, his tail flicking as he waited for his new clanmates to come.
Evening sat in front of the tree.
Sleetkit poked his head out of the nursery, wondering what was going on.
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>Queen of angst and water<
There's an awful lot of awful things
We could be thinking of,
But for just one day
Let's only think about love