Chapter Five : The Gathering

Leaf-fall chilled the camp, a cool breeze ruffling Burnetstar's pelt. The ginger tabby twitched an ear as he sat atop the Great Boulder, watching his clan move about around him.

       "Burnetstar...?" A faint meow sounded from the shadow of his perch. He stood, pouncing down with a graceful strength. A golden brown flecked tom stood, kneeling his paws at the earth.

        "What is it, Acornfall?" He meowed, looking him in the eye.

      "Well, you see, it's the full moon tonight and I-- I wanted to know if we were going...?" He ducked his head, but kept his eyes on his leader.

      >> "Of course we're going, why wouldn't we?"
      >> "We won't be going."