Cadence of the Little Clock

A steady, rhythmic pulse drew me across the room. Tracing the cadence, I climbed from the cushioned chair onto the broad wooden desk, where morning light lay across the tabletop in a bright band. There sat a small round brass clock. I approached without haste and pressed one paw gently against its polished side. Through the soft seams of my paw, I could feel the minute vibration of tiny cogs turning within. Its measured tick felt deliberate and comforting, an orderly heartbeat in the quiet morning.#Firestar(Warriors) #WarriorCats