Ashstorm could never have guessed how bright the stars were, thanks to the artificial light streaming in from all the surrounding twolegs’ nests and lamps back in their old camp. But this new camp, this new place to call home, was so isolated; so far away from those wretched beasts and their giant, roaring monsters, so far away from anything that could take away his freedom and from the stars.
Because here they were, sparkling in their thousands, blinking down at him. They challenged him to name them, to learn more constellations and pass their infinite knowledge to his kin. To anycat else they likely would’ve served as just a lovely sky decoration, but those little dots - those millions of glittering orbs - held great meaning to him. They served as his grounding point; reminded him of his roots; showed him just how far he’d come, both in travel and as a growing feline.
His mother was up there somewhere, a twinkling light in the darkness; a shining beacon of ho