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Post by ℳintу on Jan 19, 2012 22:33:09 GMT -6
SPOTTEDFERN . ShadowClan Warrior
It had been so many moons since that fateful day – so much had happened since Galepaw passed away. Beloved Galepaw, Spottedfern’s first and only apprentice. She adored his fighting spirit and optimistic view of life; in fact, she missed him more now than ever. They had only known each other for a while, but Spottedfern had felt a lifelong friendship in bloom before that fated day. Every ShadowClan cat had mourned for Galepaw, but eventually they had to move on with their lives. Granted it was easy, but the Clan seemed to grow distant to one another since the incident. The only cats known to have visited the marshland since that day were Spottedfern and Frostfoot, only a day after the deed happened (and they, too, ran into a nasty group of otters). This was precisely why Spottedfern was confused with herself. Without thinking she had stumbled back upon the pathways to the marshland and where that dreadful experience began.
As she neared the edge of the swamp, her muscles tightened, eyes blazing around her for the initial sign of danger. She really oughtn’t be here. The dark tortoiseshell she-cat should be back in the nursery taking care of Galekit – who was named after the late Galepaw, mind you, when he was rescued a week later. However, Galekit was out today with Burntpaw (or at least that was the last she saw of him), and so Spottedfern felt free to do as she wished. And here her feet led.
The she-cat stared all around her, cautious at first. There didn’t seem to be a motion in the murky waters (astonishing as that was), and her shoulders relaxed slightly. In fact, other than the pretty, dark she-cat, the marsh seemed to be empty. Not a soul to be found – or was there?
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