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|Introduction : the lake-dwelling phenomenon and wetland archaeology||1|
|1||Lake-dwelling studies in Switzerland since 'Meilen 1854'||9|
|2||Lake-dwellings in South-Western Germany : history of research and contemporary perspectives||22|
|3||Lake-dwelling research in France : from climate to demography||36|
|4||Prehistoric lacustrine villages on the Austrian lakes : past and recent research developments||50|
|5||Past the present lake-dwelling studies in Slovenia : Ljubljansko barje (the Ljubljana Marsh)||69|
|6||150 years of lake-dwelling research in Northern Italy||83|
|7||The development of wetland archaeology in Britain||98|
|8||Dendrochronology in lake-dwelling research||117|
|9||The contribution of palaeoclimatology to the lake-dwellings||132|
|10||Bones as a key for reconstructing the environment, nutrition and economy of the lake-dwelling societies||144|
|11||Archaeobotany : a vital tool in the investigation of lake-dwellings||162|
|12||Underwater archaeology : lake-dwellings below the water surface||178|
|13||Wetland archaeology and computers||194|
|14||Displacement, readaptation and cultural continuity : a lake-dwelling perspective||207|
|15||Lake-dwelling museums : academic research and public information||221|
|16||Experimental and applied archaeology in lake-dwelling research||237|
|17||Crossing the boundaries : changes in professional archaeology within wetland studies||251|
|Conclusions : the importance of lake-dwellings in European prehistory||267|
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Warriors - Cry to the Stars
Book One: After the War
Hollyspark sniffed the air, and perked up as she scented mouse. The black shecat dropped into a hunter's crouch, spotting her chosen prey scurrying beneath a holly bush.
Suddenly, Hollyspark stopped short. The bush was burning, caught by a flicker of flame that had burst from nowhere. Fire licked at the surrounding undergrowth, swollowing up the mouse and moving on to find better prey.
With a yowl of terror, Hollyspark turn and ran. Fire chased after her, flames licking at her black fur, smoke billowing out behind her, the stars melting away into darkness...
"Hollyspark, wake up!"
The black warrior jerked awake, her green eyes wide with terror. Standing above her was Winterbreeze, worry in his sky blue eyes.
"You okay?" the white tabby asked, tilting his head to one side. "You were thrashing in your sleep."
Hollyspark shook herself, and gave her chest a few quick licks. "I'm fine," she meowed.
"Glad to hear that!" Mousewhisker purred, and she saw the gray and white tom stand up from his nest. "You're going on patrol with Winterbreeze and I later."
"Great!" Hollyspark purred, glancing at the younger white tom.
"Can you stop mewling for a moment?" Swiftfang muttered, pulling her tail tighter around her nose. "Some of us are trying to sleep here!"
"Well, you aren't!" Cinderheart meowed, brushing into the den and prodding Swiftfang with one gray paw. "Foxleap says you're going hunting."
Suddenly, a sharp call rang across the clearing, and Hollyspark leapt to her paws.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!"
"What now?" Swiftfang grumbled, getting to her paws.
"A Clan meeting!!" Winterbreeze mewed excitedly. "Seedflower's kits are going to be apprenticed!"
Hollyspark felt a glimmer of excitement. Maybe she would be a mentor! After giving her shoulder a few quick licks, the black shecat followed Cinderheart and Mousewhisker out of the warriors' den.
The Clan was gathering. Spiderstar sat on the Highledge, his tail curled around his paws and amber eyes gleaming. In the shade of the ledge was Foxleap, his russet tabby fur freshly groomed, and an air of pride on his face. Jayfeather emerged from the medicine den, followed by Fatewhisker. Hollyspark's brother had recieved his full medicine cat name at the Moonpool when he had gone several sunrises before. Seeing his sister, Fatewhisker padded over and sat down beside her, amber eyes shining.
The last of the Clan was emerging—Cherryfrost and Stormheart raced in from the thorn tunnel, quickly finding places beside each other. Brackenfur limped from the elders' den, Cloudtail behind him, and Blossomfall emerged from the nursery, Squirrelflight's kits scurrying out after her.
Seeing that the Clan was gathered, Spiderstar straightened himself up, and scrambled down the Highledge. Hollyspark watched the black tom intently, following his gaze.
"We are gathered today for one of my favorite ceremonies," Spiderstar meowed quietly, his voice echoing through the stone clearing. "The naming of new apprentices." His gaze rested on Seedflower's three kits, and he smiled.
"Would Willowkit, Patchkit, and Treekit please come forward?"