Post by Meerful on Nov 10, 2007 11:05:19 GMT -5
Badgerpaw scuffled his paws along the familiar passages of the Moonstone. The feeling of cold was normal to him, something he had been around his whole life. The walls seemed to be bleached a stony white, only parts of him blending in completely with the rock, the blacker parts of him, showing up like dakr and menacing shadows. Flickers of doubt crossed his mind. Starclan wont accept me. I have gone agaisnt the noble code. I don't deserve... He shook his broad head. He had to. If he didn't take care of the clan, who would? No one else had been trained. badgerpaw took a deep breath, and pressed his tiny black nose to the cold stone, not noticing the difference in temperature as his heart bracketted against his ribs.
