Hauntedfire didn't miss a beat. "Bragging rights," she panted, excitement lighting up her gaze, "and...one moon...of fresh-kill!" She quickened her pace a bit, trying to pull ahead. This race was never supposed to be easy!
Polarblast shook his head. 'I find it hard to believe that any new clan can replace the one you grew up with," he commented, a thoughtful look on his face. "Murkyclan is still holding itself together, even after all it has been through. It hurts me to see my clan falling apart."
Darkkit looked up, seeing something much bigger than her. It was her mother, which was clear by her milk scent. She observed her brother crawling towards their mother, but was unnerved by the reaction that followed. Darkkit's tortoiseshell fur bristled at the sight of her mother's aggressive behavior towards herself and her siblings. Why doesn't she like us? What did we do wrong?