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Post by Mirrored Light on Jan 23, 2010 16:21:23 GMT -5
The white she-cat's breaths came out shallow, but steady, as she traveled with light pawsteps over RiverClan's damn lands, her eyes cast towards the ground and her ears flatten. The queen, having run away from the Deadplains even for its breaking up, needed somewhere to go, anywhere. Bone had left her all along after that event; leaving Frostbite with kits and no way to protect them.
Of course, she had to take things into her own paws; but, the only things she had ever been able to hunt was fish and water vole in her old life of RiverClan. Perhaps that's why she was drawn back to it. Back to Lightstorm.
Or, perhaps he had changed since then? She didn't know, for, Lightstorm could have died on his path of a warrior. The silent she cat gulped, hoping that he hadn't, and with an even smaller hope that he would remember who she was when she returned. Her own water-colored gaze was focused on moving her paws, with little awareness of what was around her. How long had it been since Frostbite had eaten...? |
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