Narnijos rainis

Previously

…Mikutis stopped. His secret? He thought of his whiskers, still trembling. He thought of the first guardian's words, of the star cat's promise, of Bobutė's gentle eyes. What secret could he possibly have that the old guardians wanted? He looked at Jonas, whose face was full of worry. The golden glow on the mountain flickered, and the wind carried a new sound—a soft, sad song, like a cat purring under a moonlit sky. "We have to keep moving," Mikutis said, though his voice was small. Together, they walked toward the mountain, the weight of the old guardians' demand pressing on their shoulders like a storm about to break.