The Summer Bonfire

The call for the festival distracted Kea from his sword exercises. It was often that he could be food in the training room, Windrunner in his grasp. He knew he had a long, long way to go before he would be anywhere near his fathers level of experience. He carefully sheathed his sword, and brushed hay off his paws, before turning and trotting out to the beautiful pack plains, where the bonfire was being held.

Already there was a blossoming growth of orange that marked his way, and it wasn’t long before he was there. He nodded his head to his Father, the Commander, and grinned at Clove. “I’ll sneak you some candy” He promised her.

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