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Post by Raven on Mar 24, 2011 14:36:22 GMT -8
The delicate reeds, silhouetted in the night and glowing with a rim of moonlight, by the side of the river trembled as a streak of blue-gray fur tinged with a light silver streaked by. Light footsteps could be heard above the peaceful night as the she-cat leaped from stone to stone across the calm river that reflected the waning half-moon.
Lunarwind had decided to return from the Moonpeak later than the cats of BreezeClan and LavaClan, but in truth, it wasn't as if she had much of a choice. It was late now, and all she could do was return to camp to tell Froststar about what horrible truth she was beginning to accept - that StarClan had all but abandoned their dreams on the night of the half-moon.
All except for that dreadful whisper. The one word she hated most. Traitor.
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