The moon sank lower in the sky as Bumblestar led her Clan back to camp. Triumph radiated from every fiber of her being when she passed through the entrance and strided quickly down the slope, tail high and ears angled forward. Minor scratches littered a select few spots, and she ignored the superficial sting they brought her. Kit’s play. Beanstar had turned out to be a complete joke. She made her way over to the spot just beneath the Stormcrest, turned to face her returning Clanmates. She hadn’t yet bothered to clean the blood that stained her fur, and in the dark of the night, it looked inky black. “ThunderClan, gather up! Specially those of you who weren't at Cattail Pond. I wanna talk real quick. Won’t take long.”
