Tribe of Rushing Water, Dawn

Cats of the Tribe of Rushing Water padded around the cave. A group of To-bes shared a sparrow, all of them crouched in a small patch of moss that grew within the cave. The prey-hunters had just returned with a few eagles and some small birds, and which was much better than what they had been bringing. The air in the cave was warm, a contrast to the sharp, chilly mountain breeze. Streams of sunlight made the waterfall almost glow in the early morning light. Some cave-guards had just padded out of the cave to patrol. The sights and sounds of the cave flooded your senses. Stoneteller sat in a small dip in the stone flooring of the cave, licking at his paw and rasping it over his ear to clean it.