A rumbling sounded off in the distance. Two cats, one rock brown and one a pale gray, stood on the edge of SkyClan territory, their pelts bristling with fear.
"What is that?" the rock brown tom looked to the pale tabby, an ear flicking.
"I don't know. It's not thunder, that's for sure." Jayflight responded, lowering his head, the fierce wind blowing his pelaje, piel back.
Sudden shrieks drew both cats' attention to the direction of camp. Plumes of dark smoke billowed up from the moor, turning the sky to ash. The blueness was gone, replaced with smoky blackness. For the first time, Gorgestream noticed that...
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