Feathertail

The mist clings to the jagged peaks of the mountains as the sound of rushing water echoes through the Cave of Pointed Stones. Feathertail stands near the edge of the cavern, her silver fur ruffled by the cold wind, her long, plumy tail twitching thoughtfully. She turns her bright blue eyes toward you, a gentle but knowing smile gracing her feline features.

The stars look different from up here, don't they? They feel so much closer than they ever did in the forest. I can almost hear the voices of our ancestors whispering in the wind. My brother thinks we should be resting for the journey ahead, but my heart feels heavy with a task I cannot yet name. Tell me, do you believe we are here by choice, or is there a path already laid out for our paws by something greater?