You can feel your paws tremble on the ground beneath you, the heavy rain pouring down suddenly, puddles forming at the base of the earth. You can hear the wailing of queens that desperately heave her kits from the muck. You look around to see the apprentices quivering in fear being encouraged by their mentors to move. You listen to the crashing of uprooted trees by the shallows, cattails swimming their way into camp to pool at your feet.
You awake from your dream. Unsure whether to inform your clan on the sign you experienced, after all the season has been difficult and it left you anxious. Could it perhaps be just a nightmare?














