by hotel breakfast » Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:47 pm
Just then, as WhitePelt was pacing on the riverbank, it occured to her: It was getting late, and BirdStar would probably be wondering where she was. She knew her clan didn't want to lose another deputy. There might have already been a search party on her tail.
WhitePelt shook her head to clear her mind of the thoughts. "It's not even moonhigh, BirdStar wouldn't expect the worst yet." She told herself.
She looked over the horizon, watching the giant circling birds, occaisionally swooping down a few meters, reapprearing above the treetops emty-handed. What was going on ever there? Was it possible that her clan was in danger?
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you spirit double, you specter with my face !
why.. do.. you.. mock.. my... love - pain... so
that..tortured..me..here,.here..in..this..place
so ... many ... nights, .... so ... long ... ago ?