Rienn-De-Immortal

Thyme Wing was sitting not too far from a pack camp, on a branch of a high and lean mountain pine. Her tail was hanging down still, and only wind was waving it's hair from time to time. Thyme Wing's eyes were staring somewhere at a landscape laying below, but her mind clearly wasn't filled with thoughts of it's beauty. Her eyebrows were knitted, and the look of her eyes was tensed and alarmed. She-cat tried to concentrate on the flow of her inner energy, her breath and smells, that were coming with it. But dark and unpleasant thought were still somehow leaking into her conscience. Suddenly wind carried a scent of a cat. A scent that was so well-known it was sickening. Thyme Wing's tail twitched with a enmity. - Little Wing? Little Wing! There you are! - father's voice sounded friendly, but Thyme Wing didn't want to answer him with amiability. - Me and Gray Doe were just accepted to the pack. "I'm so-o happy for you" - thought young warrior with her inner voice sounding as