Post by darkstorm on Jul 16, 2006 21:51:45 GMT -5
Darkstorm rested on a nice bed of reeds close to the shore. The waves came up and soaked her fur, but instead of it ruffling her fur, it coaxed her. She let the sound of the waves put her into a transe like state. She wondered how swankit was doing in Thunderclan, and her dear darkflower who was one of her closest friends. She almost forgot rosepaw who had been her adopted daughter. Am I leaving too much behind? She sighed. She was loyal to Riverclan now, but she wouldnt have it any other way if she wanted to. She had a mate by her side always and kits who grow up strong. Although she wished she made friends as quickly as her kits did. When you're a kit it doesnt matter who you are, what you look like as long as you have fun. Innocense such as this dies away, and we all must face reality whether we like it or no.
