Long before I wrote

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, … Read more

Bluestar blinked. There are

Bluestar blinked. There are cats who would argue that there should never have been a fifth Clan in the forest at all. Why are there four oaks at Fourtrees, if not to stand for the four Clans? Firestar gazed up at the massive oak trees, then back at Bluestar. Fury pure as a lighting flash … Read more