Post by Drizzlestar on Nov 26, 2008 14:10:39 GMT -5
Drizzlestar sighed, her tabby fur ruffled from the chilly winds blowing through. The rough, raging river rushed by, as she sat on one of the Stepping Stones. Her bushy tail wrapped around her white paws, Drizzlestar narrowed her amber eyes to avoid the wind getting into them. Having nothing to do, the RiverClan leader usually sat on the Stepping Stones to think. She loved being a young, but natural leader of her birth clan, but she was lonely. Of course she had friends, but no family, and no mate. Drizzlestar enjoyed watching kits grow up to become loyal, strong warriors. But would she ever have kits of her own?
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