by breezey » Tue Jan 02, 2018 9:03 am
Breezefire buried her head in her daughter's fur. Her friends, her clan was surrounding her, reminding Breezefire that she wasn't going to endure it all alone. It was a scar in the clan, almost every single apprentice was exiled or brutally murdered. "Starclan? What have we done to deserve such a scar in the clan?" Breezefire whispered.
((Windsong))
heeee heee heee