Literature
Chapter One
When Quail Feather stood at the shoreline, her paws digging into the warm white sands and her fur buffeted by the gentle breeze, she felt as if she were standing at the edge of the world.
The young she-cat had been visiting the beach for some time now, long before she was old enough to be out alone, standing at the edge of the deep blue waters with her breath caught in her throat and her eyes as wide as full moons. As the waves lapped at the shore, as the sharp smell of salt reached her nostrils, she always gazed towards the edge of the horizon, where the mists shrouded the other side of the lake in shimmering grey shadows. Her