Galaxystorm, a big tom of ginger, white, grey, black, and silver, darted into the clearing at lightning speed. The moon reflected off of his multi-colored pelt, making him look like a galaxy shooting through space. The silver on his fur resembling stars. His silver eyes glittered as he stopped in the middle of the clearing, his chest swelled with joy as he saw his clan. He held a silver trout in his strong jaws, the plump food still slippery with river water. The young tom brought his hard earned catch to the Fresh Kill Pile, before dropping it he looked to the Warrior's Den in wonder, what was Hazellight doing? He shrugged off the thought an