Soft’Oak

Soft’Oak trotted through the forest, nose quivering as she tried to find the scent of prey. Grey clouds were clustering overhead, and her heart raced. She started to feel scared. Surely it wouldn’t be a storm, there hasn’t been one in years! It’s surely just be a bit or rain… right? Soft’Oak could handle rain, she knew she could! Better to be safe than sorry… she half ran back to thunderclan camp, heart racing