Post by yellow on May 1, 2009 19:04:33 GMT -5
A gray shape was prowling along the border. Eyes transfixed on all around her. She looked at a mouse and it froze. Not because it saw her but because she saw it. She growled in frustration. Ugh! How am I to hunt decently, StarClan? With my circuit powers i'll never be a decent warrior. Oh Silverstar, please guide me where I go! I've already shared my darkest secert with you and it only helped a bit. She thought this as she broke the mouse's neck and carried it toward camp. This was Sweetpaw, the nicest of her sisters. She was scared of her sister, Cloudpaw and of everyone in her clan found out that she had powers and the poor kits got mixed up. Junglespirit, in her heart, was the mother she never knew. Sweetpaw sat down to think about what happened when she was born.