Sometimes pride is all you have left.
Rose waited in the loft of an old barn, awaiting her mate, Darkclaw to return. The dark warrior was out hunting, and would return 의해 twilight. Rose layed in the warmth of the sunset rays that spread across the loft floor. The she-cat snuggled with her newborn litter under the last warmth before nightfall.
Rose thought of her mate, Darkclaw out in the forest, and hoped he would make it back to her safely.
Right then a pair of glowing amber eyes shown in through the darkness. Darkclaw stepped into the light. His lovely dark tabby pelt was covered in dirt, and a tick crawled behind his ear. His...
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