He stared at his reflection through the water. Moonstripe sat on the riverbed, and the cold ground under his paws was good. The sun burned down on everything, without a thing to regret. It was good, after all those weeks of rain, but he couldn't stop hoping it would be colder now. It wasn't ever good, this time to cold, that time to warm. But every cat had to admit it, the heath was really bad. It made them slower with their actions, and everyone was tired. Moonstripe didn't like it, it made him feel weaker then before. Rain was a lot easier to handle, even though it wash away the strongest sents of prey. He sight lightly, and stand up. Some noices catches his ears, and he looked up with a hard look in his eyes. “Someone's there?” He called through the forest. He wasn't sure, but he though to see some unnatural shadows between the ones from the bushes. But it could also be some reflection that was playing with him.
- 'cuz I wantz to try >D