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August 16
A chilly wind ripped through the Gathering hollow, tearing leaves off branches and petals off of flowers. A creaking sound was heard around the mass of gathered cats and the leaders tried to call out orders to them from their great tree, but the wind whipped the words away from their mouths. Panic screeched through the air, ringing in every cat's ears and adding to the frantic yowling that could barely be heard over the wind. A loud crash, and a tree had fallen, crushing StarClan knows how many cats underneath it. Storm clouds covered the sky, and thunder sounded over everything as another tree was struck down. A fiery tree fell through the hollow, scorching pelts and breaking bones under its red-hot bark. Cats ran and scattered in every direction, the leaders trying in vain to calm their subjects down.

August 17
"WHAT?"

The yowl seemed to shatter everything, the calm air, the still surface of the lake, the peaceful world I knew. My leader stood over the body, soaked with blood, tears, and the water that lapped at it. His eyes blazed, a mess of fire and ice and everything in between. His small entourage, me included, took a step away from the body as claws flashed out and he raked the air in his anger. His rage flowed out of him and drowned all reason around the leader.

"We will find the cat that did this.  And they will pay."

August 18
The night wasn't a beautiful, cheery one. A light and patchy rain had been falling on the forest that day, continuing through the night. It wasn't quite a drizzle and was too strong to be enjoyable, and it faded occasionally, giving you a false sense the weather had lifted. The pauses in the rain teased us throughout the day as the warriors trudged through the mud, hoping in vain to find prey in the marshy bog that was once our plentiful territory. At the end of the day, a mud-soaked mouse, two shrews, and a scrawny thrush was what made up the fresh-kill pile.