Dreaming of Change.

Featherkit sat, flicking her tail back and forth, feelin just a little exposed on the stretch of rock. Where was she to go if disaster struck? No one was there to help her. She had seen shadows moving across the rock, thinking they were clouds, but she was wrong.

Brightfire jumped out of the shadows. "Hello."

Moonsage's form creeped out from the shadows. "Greetings, kit."

"Greetings!" SunPaw sprang up.

Bright tackled Moonsage. "Hiya!" She smiled. She quickly got off and started licking her paw.

Moonsage's ears flattened, as he shook off his fur. "Hi." He muttered.

Bright laughed. "Sorry Moonsage."

He closed his eyes, and licked his chest primly. "That's alright."

Featherkit jumped up, alert. She let her guar down a bit when she smelled the familiar scent of ThunderClan on one cat, but tensed up again when ShadowClan's scent reached her. "Hello? Which one of you is from ThunderClan?" She asked standing her ground, but shaking inside.

"Not me," Moonsage said.

"I am." Bright purred. She looked over at Moonsage. "He's Shadowclan."

Featherkit nodded taking a side glance at the ShadowClan medicine cat, a little uneasy, and a list hostile. She let out a mrrow of laughter as she padded to her friend, Sunpaw.

Bright sat next to Moonsage and watched the kit. "Are you okay? You would have clawed my fur out for pouncing on you any other day."

Featherkit watched them talk amoungst themselves. It was almost eerie, how they were all ther without a reason, broke into two groups? Could it mean anything? Maybe a sign from StarClan would come talking of the Sunningrocks issue.

Moonsage shook his head. "Nothing's wrong, I'm just not in a completely terrible mood at the moment."