TheEliteOfTheClans

Half a moon had passed since Brindleberry’s warrior ceremony. A few days ago, Frondshadow had decided that Rainpaw could leave the den as long as he had help. Rainpaw had spent most of his time since then sunbathing on the flat rocks next to the elders’ den and chatting with whoever was available. But he was bored. The days had grown cooler as Leaffall approached, which meant that chores had gone back to being done during the day, and most cats were out of camp when they weren’t asleep. This meant that Rainpaw most common company was the elders. He was beginning to feel like an elder himself. Rainpaw had always enjoyed talking with older cats. He felt like their conversation topics were important, and that they knew so much. But conversation with the elders had grown stale. It was fine for a while, but when it was all he had to pass the time for days on end, he could only take so much. So, he had taken to tuning out the droning of their voices and dosing off. He was beginning to