Darkmoon strode out of camp, her fur bristling at the slight chill in the air. It had been awhile since the last time she had been in the forest, and her paws tingled as they brushed against the cool earth. The moon was low in the sky, dawn nearly breaking over the horizon. It gave the forest a feeling of anticipation, as if every living thing was waiting and holding its breath for the sun to peak out from its sleep. Her heart felt a pang of unease as she left her four beloved babies, but she reassured herself. Sandwing would never let anything touch them, ever.
As she padded down the trodden down paths towards a certain glade, she fel