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Splash, despite his name, did not enter the world loudly. No, quite the opposite really. He was quiet when he was born, his mother frantic as she tried to get him to squeak, to wiggle… It took minutes before he finally pawed at her in protest, a quiet mewl finally pulling out of his tiny lungs. ...

It had been a long journey to get them there. Long and tiring… Shred paused a moment to look at her companions as they paused at the entrance of the cave. Sunlight has spotted it at sunset the previous evening, but with its positioning high above where they’d been they’d waited out the night and found the path up in the morning. ...

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Flicker whispered, pressed close to Shred’s side. “Mom and Dad certainly wouldn’t approve.” Shred couldn’t help but roll her eyes, tail flicking. “I know, but think about it! Instead of having to hunt a whole bunch of mice or voles or something, all we have to do is catch one thing!” Boulder hummed, his own tail swish...

“You’re going to starve with a crouch like that.” The shadow’s tail twitched in irritation, gleaming eyes staring at her as she tried to shuffle into a better position. They sighed and stood, moving across the distance between them to nudge her into something more suitable. “You are gifted, Sunlight, but I fear you’ll starve before you ever reach our destination,” they repeated. Sunlight huffed, ear twit...

“The Night Shades were here long before the Tribe. “In fact, it was the Night Shades that chose and guided the founders to the Shaded Mount. “A loner from the plains, a rogue from the streets, and a healer from the woods, those three were chosen to take on the journey from their birthplace all the way to the mountain that would soon be home to th...

The morning was still early, light just beginning to truly filter through the branches of the trees that offered them so much shelter. The air was warm, practically buzzing with summer heat despite the early hour. And really, that was just the normal for the woods at this time, wasn’t it? The tom huffed to himself as he thought it over, steps light as he made his way thro...

The first memory he had was of a tongue dragging over his wet fur, the sound of rain outside as their shelter barely managed to withstand the storm. Such things were… common, for him. He had been too young and little to follow his mother on much more than wobbling legs, so she’d often left him in whatever nook they’d found the night before while she scavenged for what...

The sun was still weak, breathing new life into the world as the cycle of seasons began again, the first blossoms of spring still new and the snow freshly melted from the fields. The world seemed oh-so fragile in its current state, not unlike the the small kits nestled at their mother’s belly, happily suckling as their parents looked on with fond eyes. “We need to name ...