Dawnstar sat looking to the sky. Free from problem, happy in New-Leaf's warmth. "Dawnstar...the fall of many Clans come, but the Rose will bloom, the Lake will flow, the Storm will rage, and the Sleet of Leaf-Bare will rain. I cannot promise any other from surviving...I cannot..." Dawnstar had listened intently, and it worried her, though she kept her composure as she walked back to camp and into her Den to think about it more.
"Alright, we shall do a mass training session, mentors, bring your apprentice!" Dawnstar announced.
(This was a short post, but I have to go see my cousins and wanted to at least post something on my blog. The suff on top I just threw in because of all the CLans being deleted from lack of members/visitors.)
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(Storm raging means StormClan, right?) :)
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