Clouds shimmered above the tribes.
The sky turned to soft tones of blue and orange, and the sun lowered itself across the horizon.
Ivy Eye watched as the sky darkened slowly; he pressed his body against a tree, with small raindrops covering its leaves.
He looked to his side, to where Feather Paws' territory stood. Ivy Eye shifted away, his pupils becoming slits.
He was jealous of how well the tribe had grown, in comparison to his own.
He knew Bird's Claws since the beginning of it all, but they grew distant.
Ivy Eye felt a certain hunger rumble in his mind — A hunger for divinity.
He shook his head to clear his mind, making himself comfortable.
It started getting late, and he didn't want to head back to camp. Ivy Eye dropped his head to his paws, drifting, slowly, to his slumber.
He was already planning something, something that could bring his hunger for divinity to end.
