╰┈➤ The sun never rose.
✧.*
The clans had just gotten back to camp from a gathering. Deputies began to organize dawn patrols, awaiting the sunrise, just as everything had always been. An eternity passed. Queens and kits began to stir, elders made their way to the fresh kill pile. Morning set upon the cats, in the air, but not the sky.
It didn’t take long for worry to set in. Morning birds chirped sparingly, uneasily, as if they too did not understand.
✧.*
It’s been only a few days now. Herbs have began to shrivel, lacking the necessary sunlight for survival. The promised arrival of sickness lingers in the air like a heavy fog. Hunting has not yet been affected, but it’s only a matter of time. The clans will have to find a way to bring back the sun — or, scarily enough, learn to live in this new apocalyptic world.
