by Whitefang. » Tue Oct 09, 2012 4:54 pm
The fur on Frostpelt's neck flattened. The tomcat Hard Death padded calmly out of the brush. "There is no more empire." he sighed.
"The rogues have scattered. You Clan cats are safe now. By the way, you still have a Sandfoot in your clan, don't you? He is my brother, and that makes you my little sister I suppose. I'm Snake-ear. Tell Sandfoot that for me, please?"
Frostpelt sighed and nodded. "We call him Tornfoot now, Snake-ear. And I'll do that." she smiled, out of breath. Luster coughed.

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