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Dawnfire: Blueshadow, Gone?Dawnfire padded towards the nursery, she wanted the check up on how the kits were doing. Kits were very important; they were the future of the clan.
She ducked under the bramble that was tightly packed at the entrance to keep it well hidden. She saw Flickershadow with her kits nestled closely to her, asleep. She looked the other direction, Gracewing was asleep with her six kits beside her too wait, Gracewing didn't have six kits, she only had two. Dawnfire crept closer and saw that the extra kits were Huntheart's, and Huntheart was no where in sight.
Dawnfire tapped Gracewing lightly on the head, "Yes Dawnfire?" She said sleepily, her eyes not fully open.
"Where's Huntheart?" She asked her voice no louder than a whisper.
"She went to take a stroll, after Blueshadow said he was going out on a hunt." Gracewing said quietly, "Now could you please let me sleep, being a queen is awful tiring!" She said, snapping, obviously cranky from havin
Child of the Moon: Chapter 1Child of the Moon
~A Percy Jackson and the Olympians Fanfiction~
My lovely life as an orphan.
A silvery wolf was standing in a clearing with many trees around it; the trees were coated with a thin layer of snow. The wolf lifted its head to the moon, its expression was grim. Its silver-yellow eyes looked like they were about to cry I don't even know if wolves can cry. A sudden noise disrupted the wolf from its silence, and it gracefully ran toward the forest opposite the sound. The wolf seemed to know where it was running towards, though it all looked the same to me. When it came across a large rock, it slipped itself into a well concealed gap near the bottom of the rock.
The cave was lit by a torch, which I thought was weird because the wolf seemed to be the only one there no humans were in sight. The cave was fairly large, as big as the average bedroom. The wolf went over to
Is it Really My Time to Shine?I took a deep breath as I stepped forward, my heel going click on the polished marble floor. I took another cautious step; I could feel my earrings dangling at my neck. Another step, then another click, click, click. My breathing was the only thing I could hear, even though there were many voices to be heard. Those voices weren't audible to me. I've become deaf to them. I just gave up on trying listening to those, those voices. I took another step towards the tall doors, my graceful hand reaching out to grab the curved handle.
A wave of nervousness washed over me. "Why am I doing this? I don't need to prove anything to them I have nothing to prove, anyway." I said in my mind, over thinking my motives. I slowly withdrew my hand.
The truth was I don't know why I spent the time all that time trying to impress them. Was it really al
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