by Shade » Tue Apr 21, 2009 9:49 pm
Sunclaw bounded just behind Nightclaw. She had heard of Thunderclan, from the stories their mother once told, about a kind and noble leader named Firestar, about a fiery, yet loyal deputy and the many honorable warriors in it. She laid her ears back and wondered what had happened to those warriors. "Just as well," Stormheart growled. "Better to let old things die, like everything else."
Sugar. Spice. Everything twice. I'm the left and the right, in a word: Nice.
