Post by Lightbreeze & Co. (Night) on Apr 23, 2006 14:57:26 GMT -5
Snowpelt, his white fur gleaming in the sun and in the reflection of the river, stepped out of the ferns and onto Stony Beach. He breathed deeply, trying ever so hard not to look across tot he ThunderClan side, to where his mate, Darkstorm, had given birth to their kits days before. Shaking his head clear, he meowed to his apprentice, Spiritpaw, and sat, waiting for her.
