Post by snowstorm on Jan 21, 2007 12:00:33 GMT -5
A lean silver form sat on one of the moonlit hills. Her ice shard optics peered out at the starry sky. She could almost see the forms of the Starclan cats racing across the dawn sky. A crystally tear slid down the she cats face and fell in front of her in a small pool of shimmering water. She often visited her alone, having no one to accompany her other then her bratty nephew. But he wouldn't come anyways...
