So I wrote a thing

prologue

Settling down into a misshapen nest, the young adolescent's yellow eyes glared at the storm. "Here I am trying to hunt for my Tribe," he hissed to the heavily dropping rain. "And a giant storm decides to come. It was sunny today!" The ginger tabby was perched rather uncomfortably in a split rock. This was the very first time he'd ever been caught out in a thunderstorm, and he was actually very scared. This young cat's name was Claw of Spying Eagle, or Claw, a newly named prey-hunter of the Tribe of Howling Wind. A scrawny rabbit was locked in his claws, and he stuck his head out as the rain finally stopped, the last remaining drops landing on his nose, causing the stupidest look on his face. He dragged the now muddy excuse for a piece of prey back to the camp of the Tribe. Picking himself up, he set off for the journey back. This was Claw of Spying Eagle's very first time out hunting alone, and he was looking forward to it. Sheathing his claws and lifting up the rabbit so it didn't get muddier, his yellow eyes caught a glimpse of the well-hidden entrance to the camp. It was made up of rocks and boulders, covered by sprigs of leaves, and if you pushed through the thorny barrier it would lead to a small clearing, with multiple tunnels leading off to different dens and other clearings. It was covered by a few trees, but the Tribe of Howling Wind was very much out in the open. Claw noticed his sister, a very pretty little kit-mother named Rose That Blooms by Stream, or Rose. She had a darker ginger tabby pelt, and a very light frame. She was also a prey-hunter, like Claw, except she had been named earlier as she was older. "Hello, brother," she purred in a friendly way. Her bright green eyes glared at the rabbit, its small, skinny body looking quite scrawny. "Was that all you could find?" Claw nodded. "Unfortunately, the Time of Frozen Water has kept all the prey snug in their nests." he sighed, going to drop his rabbit off into the pile of other kills. A to-be named Feather From Swooping Bird padded up to him with a smile. Claw knew Feather: She had become a to-be just before Claw was named as a prey-hunter. "Hiya, Claw! How are you? I see you caught a rabbit. Good catch!" Her tone was happy and friendly. "Hi, Feather! Yeah. It was pretty scrawny though, not really enough to feed the Tribe." "Nonsense, it was fine," she purred, flicking Claw with her tail. "I'll be off now to go and survey our territory with Stoneteller. Bye!"
"Bye!"