Silence

[Jaysong]

Feathersong laid on a rock not too far from the river. It's usual babble was silenced by the ice here in this shallow section. There weren't any frogs, crickets, or even rustling leaves to make a sound. The only noise came from her own beating heart and soft breathing. Peace and quiet at last, but only for an hour. Soon she would have to return to the camp.

[tigertail]

Draco made his way though the rocks keeping low, he knew he was not anywhere near hidden and the terrain with his red fur. His hunt today had been unlucky and he had traveled miles from his shelter, he had heard some sounds from the river. He tried to make out a figure on a rock near the river, a cat....

[Jaysong]

Hearing a slight rustle, she turned and looked. Everyone should be asleep. What's another cat doing out here this late? She wondered to herself, then tried to think of why she was really out here. Sure it was quiet, but the camp had a peaceful kind of noise this time of night, one that she had grown up with, gotten used to, and loved. Soft snores and kits waking up every now and then to mewl for their mothers, only to find that nothing had moved, it was all a type of noise that meant the camp was safe and happy. Then her mind went back to where she was and she thought of that one rogue she had noticed a few days ago and wondered why he was here, then realized she could smell him.

[~*Moon*~]

Rosepool paced the river in thought. She couldn't sleep and her head was reeling. That morning she had messed up everything and scared away so much prey. SHe sighed and noticed two cats then and creeped up closer. A tom and she-cat. Rouge and Riverclan. Feathersong! That's who it was. Before she stepped out, Rosepool went down wind so they couldn't smell her. What was going to happen this time at night?