Young injured tom looking for a mate! (open to everyone!)

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    Icetalon felt herself running again, free in the moors. She felt herself chasing rabbits. She thought she was back home but, it was only... a dream.

    Suddenly the moors disappeared under her paws, and she felt alone in the darkness "Remember me tonight...when you're asleep." Meowed a voice. She thought it sounded familiar , but couldn't recognize it well.

    She dashed fallowing the rabbit and jumped onto it raking its back it ran away........"Fox Dung!" She meowed she fallowed the blood trail and found it dead she picked it up and carried it back to the cave

    She set it down next to Icetalon and walked back out to catch something for her and Storm "Squirrel?" She said as she crouched down and pounced onto it and snapped its neck "Thank Starclan!" She said as she picked it up and carried it into he cave

    Icetalon felt the darkness become light, and felt the stone floor of the cave.Opening her eyes she saw...Rabbit? She bliked her eyes a few times bu the rabbit stayed, and it had three roses.

    Storm just sat in the corner in silence, only getting up to get some water or go hunting. He refused the food Swan had offered. He got up and went hunting while Swan was resting, he needed some
    time alone.
    Storm walked along the moor, not sure what to think. He had to make a decision, (Which he was very bad at.) between Swan and IceTalon. He sighed in frustration and grief.

    Icetalon stared outside, just day dreaming. Her shoulder and ribs hurt a little, and had a huge spasm of pain every now and the but, it began to heal. The wind ruffled her light silver fur with darker silver stripes along with white toes, belly, and muzzle. Her dark green eyes was clouded with pain, from her shoulder. She remembered how cats would tease her of her ears, her shortness. "I don't care about what anyone says about me....Noone has the power to change me..." she muttered, and slightly unseathed her claws, which curved a little like talons. She sighed and closed her eyes.