Scarfoot was in the trees. Not just among them but way up high in the highest branches. He enjoyed it there. Being able to see out over all of the clan territory's, I mean who wouldn't enjoy seeing as far as most cats travel? It was quiet and serene and all was we-

"Scarfoot?! Are you up here, Scarfoot?!" A yowl interuppted his thoughts.

"Yes Brightfire." He replied reluctantly. Brightfire was his brother but he was constantly beside him. The two of them fought over every little thing, A peice of prey, A sleeping spot, Who caught what prey, But at the end of the day that always made up.
"Scarfoot, Cloudstar wanted to s-"
"Shush! Do you hear that?" Scarfoot hissed quietly.
"What?" Brightfire whispered back.
Scarfoot perked his ears at the direction of a churruping squirrel. He leapt off the branch and landed in the next tree. As Brightfire looked to see where he went, He saw Scarfoot with the squirrel in his jaws.
"What I was going to say before, was that Cloudstar wants to talk to us about a prophecy." Brightfire said solemnly.
"Prophecy...?" Scarfoot echoed in awe.
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