Alone

[ravenfeather]

Ravenfeather sat on a branch of Sky Oak. No other cat was within earshot. The apprentices were asleep, the warriors doing the last battle trainings for the evening, and Lunafire, who was supposed to patrol today, was with his kits and mate. The cool twilight breeze whipped in Ravenfeather's face and the young black tom closed his eyes. He sighed and stared at the setting sun. It was dull and pale orange followed by lavender clouds with fuchsia openings. Ravenfeather let the breeze and color engulf him and soon had closed his eyes and fallen in to a deep trance.
But he was alone.