It was night. Darkness hung over Thunderclan like a shadow menacingly watching the cats slumber with the moon it's half-lidded eye, emotionless and bright with a illuminating waver through the trees. And a creature that flickered through those shadows, a moving shade in the darkness speckled with bluish orange in the midnight light. Long legs as she disappeared and reappeared over and over, dull empty yellow eyes looking heavy with lack of sleep. But nightmares dragged cats from their slumber like owls diving down at mice to sweep them away. She inhaled, the cool air billowing her shorter fur as she broke the foliage line to a charred area of the forest, head moving to look at this huge black scar surrounding the verdant green she exited from. Vixen wasn't sure why she came here. Hell, she barely remembered it and with long legs, thin, small paws crunching the dried ash-crusted burnt old ferns, she couldn't help feeling alone. So very alone.
She inhaled, coming to sit in the middle of a particularly black section of this old place, not even the moon's light seemed to help this dark shadow on the earth as she just sat, looking around with empty yellow eyes, thin frame pulled in tight. She was as alone as she felt. Or so she thought.
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