RedWoodFerns

The sky was finally turning a dark purple blue as the sun fully set, some odd clouds still floating here and there, casting shadows of the moon's light onto the forest floor. Liontusk walked quietly, having finished his duties for the day, was padding towards the river. He found it a good place to think sometimes, besides, as it was growing colder less and less cats would be out wandering around at night. Whitevoice observed more than he would ever truly let on. For example, knew which cats were seen more on dawn patrols than dusk and vice versa. He also knew each apprentice by name, who their families were, what they were like, where they were most likely to be found, what they were afraid of, and what they enjoyed, as was only appropriate seeing as his only son slept amongst them. Whitevoice prided himself one raising a son who was as observant as he was obedient, just as he himself had been brought up by dear old Iceheart who’d done far more to raise him as a mentor than his own