It was a peaceful night in the FrostClan camp. Those still awake could hear the chirping of crickets, croaking of frogs by the stream, and the occasional hoot of an owl. Best of all, the stars were clearer than ever. "It is a good omen." mewed Snowstar quietly to no cat in particular. "Our warrior ancestors are watching over us." At this, she promptly padded softly to the nursery and curled around her kits. They could do without her, but she wanted to spend as much time as she had with them before they were apprenticed.
*around midnight*
Lilykit stirred restlessly. The other kits slept peacefully. I really need a drink of water, she thought anxiously. I know, I'll go to the nearest stream. Then I can get a drink there. So she got up quietly and padded softly out of the camp, nose searching for the scent of water. There! she thought, smelling a stream. She took off at a ground-eating lope for the water she had scented.
When she arrived, she found she had scented a stream of cool, refreshing, slow-flowing water. She dipped her head and drank greedily. Here was water that had no taste of moss to it. I could stay here forever, drinking and drinking. Lilykit loved the taste of the fresh water. It made her feel strong. She waded further into the water, and suddenly realized how hot she had been. She even dipped her head underwater, because of the heat. She didn't know that the time of the leaves falling could be so hot. It had been cool the last few days, and she had been thankful for her thick pelt. But not now.
Lilykit finally felt cooled off, so she waded out of the water. She decided to dry off on a rock, because she would look very suspicious coming into the camp all dripping wet. She climbed up the rock, and promptly fell asleep.
END OF PART 1 OF STORY PART 7.
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