"Kays," he replied, going farther away from woodland.
When he reached the clearing, he heard a whispering rushing noise. Curious, he padded forward until he smelled water. Without noticing he went out of the territory. A convenient log like the one that lead to the gathering place crossed it. He leaped on, digging in his claws at the violent shake. He crept forward on the thin, slippery bark, and puffed out a sigh of relief as he crossed. It was hot, but he disliked getting his fur wet.
He followed the river until it lead to a stream, and the stream rolled into a small cave. It was quite short; he could see the other end a couple of tail-lengths away. But what awed him the most were the sparkling walls of crystal. A waterfall poured from the ceiling into a pool, which met the strean abd continued on the other side. He knew by instinct there was something special about this place. He wondered whether or not to tell Reefpaw. He liked the privacy of the ash tree before anybody knew about it.
He frowned. Why?
The answer came just as quickly. Because that made it all my own world, and nobody else's,