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    She's my sister, just in case you wat proof. Confirmed, lol. I roleplayed it out. :D

    Flowerpaw looked up at the sun. She closed her eyes. The warmth engulfed her. Starclan. Speak to me. she thought to herself. Suddenly, she was in a beautiful field. the sky was clear. Prey was everywhere. A cat trotted up the her. "Flowerpaw. I give you this prophecy;


    Stars shine brightly in the sky,
    The place where sun still rises
    Where birds still fly.
    Under the moon
    Which is at it's peak,
    You will find your kin
    Of who you seek.
    Your heart is broken
    It needs another part.
    When two come together as one,
    You shall repair your heart."


    The Starclanner mewed."Good luck." she mewed. She faded away with the rest of the field. Flowerpaw felt the sun on her face once more. She opened her eyes, to find that she had fainted. She shook herself awake. She looked into Ribbonpaw's eyes. "Moonhigh." she mewed, her eyes glittering. "Be there." she mewed, leaping up onto her favourite tree. In a few heartbeats, she was gone, leaping on trees as she made her way to camp.

    Flowerpaw jumped down from a tree. She padded over to Larkstar, trying to see what was going on, without disturbing anyone. She saw Spottedkit's dead body. No... no! she thought, tears springing into her eyes. This is all my falut. All mine... she thought. Why had she left Emeraldclaw wihout looking over the third kit? Why had she been so stupid? She padded over beside Larkstar, sitting a silent vigil. A tear splashed on the ground, getting soaked up in the soil.
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    Hiddenvoice stared blanky at the kit. He didn't feel anything. No happiness. No sorrow. No pain.
    Nothing.


    ooc: Could someone PM me the plot? :-[

    Flowerpaw sat there, staring at the kit, until the sun sank lower, hanging just above the horizon line. She sighed. She stood up and padded over to the fresh-kill pile, taking a hare off the pile. She realised it was the hare she had caught. She sank her teeth in it, thinking about Ribbonpaw. I'll meet him at moonhigh. she thought. Still unable to get her mind off him, the way his eyes shone, how he walked, how he was so kind and caring. She padded over to the Medicine Cat's den,hoping that Dragonscale could still teach her. If not, she would sort the herbs and try to memorise what they did and their names.


    ooc: Thanks! :)
    Is that Pathogenpaw in your avvie?

    Flowerpaw watched the sun dip under the horizon, the first few stars popping out of the sky. It's too late for a lesson. Maybe she could give me one tomorrow. she thought. She needed all the sleep she could get. She padded over to Dragonscale's nest, straightning it a bit. She plopped down in her own nest, falling asleep very quickly.
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    Hiddenvoice wanted to stay with Spottedkit until dawn.
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    ooc: Tell me when its moonhigh, Harmonyheart, ok? :)

    Flowerpaw was dreaming. She saw herself running through the forest. Her paws hit the ground with a thud every time she touched it. She was tired, her breathing fast and deep. Her muscles were burning, and so was her throat. She was being chased by a dog. She had to keep running. But she was tired. Her running slowed down. She turned around, just in time to see the dog coming. Just as it leaped at her, a white figure appeared in front of her. It was glowing, and had wings. As the dog's jaws opened, ready to snap, the angel-cat's wing spread out, and there was a glow of light, almost blinding. Flowerpaw blink a few times. There was the forest floor, as it has always been. The dog and the angel-cat were gone. But what was floating down? She looked up. The thing made no noise as it twirled its way to the ground. It landed in front of her. A pure white ribbon...
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    Hiddenvoice ignored is stomach. He ignored his thirst. He was staring at his dead granddaughter, wishing her a safe passage to Starclan.


    ooc: Okie dokie :)

    Flowerpaw woke up, thinking about her dream. She looked outside. Nearly moonhigh. She carefully padded outside, quietly, so that she wouldn't disturb the others. As soon as she was out of camp, she darted toward the place where Ribbonpaw was going to meet her. When she arrived, Ribbonpaw wasn't there. I'm a bit early she thought, looking up at the moon. The moon coming from this half moon was lighting the snow. Suddenly, she scented something. A cat. She looked around. In the dim moonlight, she could make out a sillouette of a cat. Making sure she was downwind, she crouched the way Ribbonpaw had taught her. She didn't want to attack this cat, but she wouldn't let it come to near to camp. She realised something. The cat wasn't going towards camp. It was going towards her. In the pale moonlight, she could make out a grey cat, that looked a lot like her. She was coming closer. Flowerpaw closed her eyes,hoping that Ribbonpaw would come and defend her, if this cat was a loner, or, even worse, a rouge, and it was aggressive.