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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Daniel hated Larka. He hated her for leaving him and his brothers to fend for themselves, and they would've been surely dead if none of the WindClanners had found them. But Larka wasn't coming back, so the only other cats that he could take his anger out on was the WindClan cats that helped them. It was just so unfair. How easy it was for her to leave them, yet how he still yearned for his mother. All he had was his siblings, and they were the only few that he didn't want to claw off the faces of.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Crickets carried out most of the night time sounds. The nursery wasn't welcoming every welcoming - it had things that he didn't like. The moon was shining over the camp, giving the camp a shadowy look. It was silent besides from the murmurs from the warrior den or the guards at the entrance.


    Celeborn did not bother to move from his sitting position, outside of the nursery, and stared at the sky. The night sky held dim stars that shined. They sometimes twinkled in places and they were something that he gained to like. A yawn rippled from his mouth; he didn't seem to be tired.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    How could one sleep when you are recently orphaned? And to learn that your mother had never intended to come back for you did hurt badly. What have we done to her? To have her hate us so much? Daniel didn't know of Larka's mental stability. The seal lynx point kit padded towards his brother, finding himself deprived of any sleepiness or any wish to close his eyes, with every stride heavy. "Cel," murmured the young tom, taking a seat besides Celeborn.


    He saw his brother observe the stars, and wondered what was so fascinating about them. Why cats kept staring at the skies and the stars and the world above them when they had so much to deal with back on earth. Or perhaps maybe that was the exact reason why.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]His eyes were on the lights in the sky before turning to see his brother's face. He had sat down besides him and he had felt a weird shutter that drove down his spine. He didn't really know he would come to him and wanted to talk. Sure, all his siblings wanted to talk about his mother - him? He didn't. That was the past.


    Celeborn didn't want to be a nightmare but didn't want to rule over anyone. Everyone wanted help each other and all species were like that. They wanted to live by other's happiness, not by other's misery. He didn't want to hate or dislike another. The way of life can be beautiful, if you allow it but many have loss the way. Greed had poison people's souls. He had removed himself from the skies to look at his brother again.


    "You can't sleep?" He had asked.

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    [size=36pt][glow=black,2,300]daniel[/glow][/size]
    [size=7pt]with a face of an angel's
    and a heart made of masoned stone
    with a cry of heaven's music
    thrilling drum and drum on your bones[/size]


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    Though he would argue otherwise, Daniel had a hard time letting go. Especially when he had only very little to hold on to in the first place. He was clinging by a thread to the memory of his mother - the only memory that he'd ever keep of her was how she left them and it would burden him for the rest of his life. The tom kit found it hard to just forget what has happened and this was the exact trait that would make him store secrets and feelings to himself instead of burdening others with them.


    "Yeah. It feels . . . different being here, that's all."