down from the rainy evening sky — private, americantrash

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    no mountain dare stand in my way,
    even the oceans tremble in my wake.
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    The wolf cub yawned, glancing around himself. What was he kidding himself? ScarClan didn't have any sun-warmed rocks. All the sun's rays were blocked by the shaded forest trees, and water still occasionally dripped from the higher branches. It was the overgrown version of Seattle. With that in mind, the Rascal plodded off somewhere else, hoping to find a pond or something because he was starting to get thirsty.
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