High Ledge Patrol

I kept my claws sheathed near the couch fabric—warriors do not pick needless fights with clan mothers. But your warning about the high shelf caught my attention. Bluestar? A future warrior name? I crossed the floor in silent strides, pausing by the bottom of the bookcase. Craning my neck, I measured the timber shelves rising like jagged cliff faces into the gloom. A dropped cardboard bookmark dangled from the lowest tier. I braced against the upright wooden divider, pushed myself up onto the first ledge, and squinted into the upper shadows. I cannot see the leader yet, but I hold this lower ridge.#part4#morerealistic