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Post by Thundernight on Dec 23, 2012 0:08:26 GMT -5
Booming into the night, falling through trees and hitting the blades of grass. Strong and fiery. Feared by many, it was like a light show that never ended. A fire that lit your heart, many things to say, so little to describe. A Frostclan warrior, true at heart. This one was called Thundernight, a booming old soul. Two apprentices arriving to her heart, Troutpaw and Summerpaw, such great joys.
It was night out, no clouds, sparkling stars, a shinning white moon, a joy of heart. Laying down, the blonde stared up at the sky and sighed. It was a calming night, just to herself, as it always has been sense birth.
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