Another moon another meeting. Twilightstar sprang up onto the branch above her den and sat once the branch stilled. The she-cat was feeling better physically. She was worried, as always, about the clan's stocks, but hopefully, those would be filled soon enough. On the brighter side, she has yet to hear anything about any more mink attacks, and she also hasn't heard anything about them taking over any more territory. So it was something. "WindClan, gather below the Galewood for a clan meeting," Twilightstar called out. #wcmeeting
