MISTY MOUNTAIN CALLS ;; open

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    I’M BACK TO TAKE WHAT’S YOURS —

    Frankly, she was bored. She wanted to hear a story or play something. She just needed fun. So, she left the nursery and slipped into the morning light. A patrol had left already, as had a few hunters. So, she figured who was left could be entertaining. Does anyone have a story? Tiny voice called out.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — TEAR THE STARS OUT FROM THE SKY


    ”I’ve got one for you, if you’d like.”


    His voice carried across camp with an odd softness, not like the usual glacial coldness that his tone carried. Pitchfur adored children. In one way or another, you could call it his Kryptonite. He was always gentle and caring with them, and his harshness seemed to fade away when a kitten was near. Molten optics fell upon Mistykit as a small smile played at his lips. The bobtail knew a few of DarkClans legends, some old, some new. Perhaps he’d speak of Skullface? The fox skull wearing warrior? Or of Boartusk, the cat the size of a dog? Or there was Roosterteeth, a serval cat that had joined the clans? Maybe he’d tell the story of his father, Bearstar.



    I’M BACK TO TAKE WHAT’S YOURS —

    She was instantly excited when the male offered stories. The kit bounced up a bit. That would be great! She cooed excitedly. Tail waving behind her.


    speaking thinking

                   

    — TEAR THE STARS OUT FROM THE SKY