Post by midnightmoonshadow on Apr 6, 2016 18:50:06 GMT -6
Midnightmoonshadow looked up, watching the sliver of her namesake glimmer in the darkened sky. It must be mid-night. Midnightmoon had to get moving. She struggled through the brush, paying full attention. Any sound could be her downfall, but she was stealthy, moving as silently as a shadow. Her ears perked at the slightest whisper of a sound, and she stopped. A mouse scurried nimbly across her path, and Midnightmoon considered chasing it. She'd been traveling-by night-for three days straight, with only what she could find for food. Now, she didn't have time. She was nearly there.
The moon seemed to be blaring down, and a cool wind made the branches of the tall trees overhead sway. They would collide with each other, and make an eerie clashing sound, causing Midnight to shiver.
She shook her head. Pay attention. She was nearly there, and it was all she could do not to run. Running would be too noisy. Finally, Midnight crouched low to the leaf-blanketed ground, just under a bramble that only few cats could get into, and crept along. Finally she reached the clearing. The coded message she had left on the tree would be a sign. It was in moon rotation, and each rotation stood for a letter only the smartest cat would know. To translate, it said, Meet me in Moon Clearing-directly under Moon at Midnight. It was the best Midnight could do in her faltering moon language.
Any minute now, Midnight knew, the cats would start coming in. Only the smartest, the best, the most ready for adventure, and only the ones who could read and speak Moon fluently.
Midnight crouched in the clearing, hiding in the shadows, and waited.
Then she could tell them.
Tell them what she had seen on Dark Cliff three mid-nights before.
The moon seemed to be blaring down, and a cool wind made the branches of the tall trees overhead sway. They would collide with each other, and make an eerie clashing sound, causing Midnight to shiver.
She shook her head. Pay attention. She was nearly there, and it was all she could do not to run. Running would be too noisy. Finally, Midnight crouched low to the leaf-blanketed ground, just under a bramble that only few cats could get into, and crept along. Finally she reached the clearing. The coded message she had left on the tree would be a sign. It was in moon rotation, and each rotation stood for a letter only the smartest cat would know. To translate, it said, Meet me in Moon Clearing-directly under Moon at Midnight. It was the best Midnight could do in her faltering moon language.
Any minute now, Midnight knew, the cats would start coming in. Only the smartest, the best, the most ready for adventure, and only the ones who could read and speak Moon fluently.
Midnight crouched in the clearing, hiding in the shadows, and waited.
Then she could tell them.
Tell them what she had seen on Dark Cliff three mid-nights before.