Specklechild

    "What the– Do you see that huge group of cats over there? By the narrow pass?"    Thistle grunted with effort as her brother let go of the eagle they were carrying. Frustrated, she dropped it and bared her teeth at him. "You're supposed to be helping me, rockbrain, not staring out at the mountains."    "Look," Stone insisted, angling his ears towards the pass. Thistle followed his gaze and bristled her already spiked fur in alarm. Moving across the mountainside was a group of cats– more cats than she had ever seen before at once. She shot Stone a wide-eyed look. "What do we do?" she asked, her voice rising due to stress.