The Dying Lost: Chapter 1“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan meeting!” Hawkstar's yowl rang across the clearing and bounced off of the trees that encircled it. The muscular tabby looked down upon his Clan with pride from his perch atop the moss-covered boulder. Bright, early Newleaf sunlight shone down upon the gathering cats, making their sleek, well-fed pelts gleam. Not far from the Moss Rock was a long-abandoned badger's den, dug out from the roots of a tree. From this den a golden tabby she-kit raced out, excitement gleaming in her green eyes.The Dying Lost: Chapter 1 by PinkEnvy
“Come on, Moonkit! Shockkit! We're gonna miss the meeting!” She whined, pouting at her brothers. After a moment a fluffy gray tom appeared, ears back in irritation.
“Sunkit, do you even listen? Hawkstar only called for cats old enough to catch their own prey. That doesn't include us.” Moonkit snorted and licked his paw. “Isn't that right, Shockkit?”