Black paws hit the rock as her legs muscles tightened. Her blood pounded in her ears and her eyes were full of determination. Moontwinkle managed to finally get up on the ledge of the rock and stared down, a wide smile spread across her white and black face. The black and white she-cat was climbing this ledge as a dare from her best friend, Crowsoar, a mute dusty gray black tom with pale blue eyes. She would always take on a dare, unless it was wrong. This was FUN!
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