Night Raid

It was moonhigh.

Quite ironic, though, as there was no moon. Just an inky black sky that seemed to stretch forever, in every direction,until it collided with the golden waters of the sun-drown place.

Six figures scurried across the marshy territory, their paws issuing soft, barely audible squishing sounds as they made contact with the muddy ground. "This way," hissed Nightclaw, the one in the lead. "We'll be hidden by the trees."