BadWithIdioms

PROLOGUE - Three cats sat upon a rock in the middle of a shimmering pool. The stone broke through the water’s surface like an odd egg sitting in a beautiful nest. Willow trees enclosed the meeting place and secured everything around them with a very secluded feeling. Isolated. The stars glinted in the felines’ eyes and moonlight made their starry pelts almost distinguishable through the darkness. “Shall we call them in now, Duskstep?” A small, cream-colored tabby broke the silence. “No, not yet, Palestripe.” A she-cat replied. Her gaze was stern and her pelt burned with vibrant shades of ginger and brow