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Post by Lionfeather The Great on Jul 24, 2009 1:23:55 GMT -5
Lionfeather paced around the den, almost in tears. Clan? Love? Please StarClan! Tell me the answer! He thought, frantically, sitting down, releasing tears. He looked up at his bed, the hole above it in the roof revealing moon light, which invited him in. He walked over, and layed down, crying himself to sleep. He swore the whole time he was sleeping, he could hear, 'Don't do it... It's not the right choice...
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Post by Lionfeather The Great on Aug 1, 2009 3:13:48 GMT -5
When Lionfeather woke up the next morning, he looked up at the gap that let the gentle light through. I have to go see her again... I just, can't be seen... He thought, stretching. I'll go before moon high. Maybe even sunset. Say I'm going for a midnight hunt. That's good. They won't suspect a thing. He thought again, smiling, then going out to greet his clan mates.
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