“There you Gran,” calls a white kit running in to the elders’ room.
“I have been expecting you for a while,” a light black she-cat with grey on her belly said in a shaky voice, “you’re late.”
“Sorry,” a black kit with dark grey wings on her back said panting. “We were training, and we didn’t get done till a moment ago.”
There were seven apprentices bounding into the den at once.
“Did the whole clan come this time?” said a fire-colored she-cat with burn marks on her face covering one of her still lively lavender eyes. “I’ll never get any sleep.”
“Oh hush Burntclaw,” the light black she-cat said.
“You’re too soft o