Moonfire: ProlougeThe great fortress of rock loomed over the clearing, pitiless and emotionless. Behind it, a ruined village crackled with flames. The fire crackled madly, casting an eerie glow on the orange tom, shivering in the silent mist, as he bent over a motionless shape. His pelt was soaked with blood from the vicious battle that had taken place only earlier that night. The shadows danced around the edges of the clearing, forming shapes. Faint traces of mocking laughter lingered in the air, yellow eyes gleamed in the darknness. Thoughts raced through the tom's head.Moonfire: Prolouge
How could she, how..why..I thought I knew her...no..kits... He whispered de
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