Another Journey....

Days passed after Bluemoon had rescued Firkit from the forest, and Firkit looked much healthier after tasting the scrumptious prey that HawkClan had in store. Bluemoon had made it a routine to check on Firkit everyday, and today he found him jumping around the Nursery, pretending a ball of moss was a mouse.
“Shhh…. Firkit, be quiet or you’ll wake Brightlegs!” Bluemoon whispered.
A loud snore came from Brightlegs.
Bluemoon stared. “Well, I guess not, but I’m not taking any risks. Come outside to play, but don’t stray to far from the Nursery, OK?”
Bluemoon padded out of the den after Firkit, who was still pouncing on the battered piece of moss. Then something caught his eye.

Bluemoon padded to the camp walls and peered through the leaves. He thought he had seen a pair of turqoise eyes staring at Firkit. He waited. Then the eyes appeared and quickly disappeared, followed by a rustle of leaves. Bluemoon charged forward, into the forest.
The bronze colored she-cat stood against the base of a giant oak tree.
“What are you doing with my brother!?” She hissed.
Bluemoon was confused. “He’s your brother?”
“Yes. What are you doing with him? We had a great life living as loners out in the woods.”
“Well he’s safe in our clan now.”
The she-cat paused and thought.
“Bring me to this ‘clan’ of yours.”
“Follow me.”
Bluemoon lead the way, once in a while looking behind his back to check that she was still there. Then they reached the camp entrance.
“This is camp. We have a leader, and we have warriors that hunt for the cats of the clan and fight for the protection of our territory. You brother, here, is a kit, and when he’s 6 moons old he will become an apprentice and learn to be a warrior. It is a very safe community. Maybe you could join us!”he she-cat looked deep in thought. Then she looked up.
“I could, if it would mean that me and my brother are safe.”
“I’m sure he will be. By the way, what’s your name?”
“Aspen.”

And that is how Aspentail came to us.