That night Snowstorm lay awake on her bed of freshly plucked moss. I hope I see Coldsnow in my dreams tonight. She thought to herself. She then waited until everyone in the camp was asleep. She needed to do this very carefully or her plan wouldn’t work. Also Snowstorm had to wait for the meeting patrol to come back and for hem to go to sleep. She had to sneak out.
A few hours later Snowstorm was sure that everyone was asleep. She quietly slipped out of her den and out of the den site. She looked around. Nobody. Good she thought. Snowstorm slipped behind a bush, cleared away some leaves, and slipped through a hole the leaves were covering. She crawled through the tight wet dripping hole. Finally she reached a large open cave with a glowing crystal on a pale pink stalagmite. She touched her nose to the green crystal and fell into a deep sleep
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Snowstorm was in an open green field. Prey was flourishing, birds chirped, rabbits scampered. It was beautiful, almost unbelievable. Just then a thunder crash boomed across the sky. A black presence flew across the field turning the sky black and killing everything in its path. It was so horrifying. It was almost like death its self was passing over the field. The only things sparred was her, a cat claw, and a hawk wing. The two bother objects landed at her feet with a thud. Then a familiar voice floated on the wind through her ear. “Hello” Snowstorm quickly turned around. “Coldsnow!” She ran to his side. Leaning on his shoulder she cried “I thought you wouldn’t show up! What just happened to the lush field that used to be there?!” A pause. “It was death, the same thing that captured my life and ripped it away from me.” Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes. “I must go.”
“Don’t leave me!” Snowstorm pleaded as Coldsnow faded away. As he faded she could here his voice faintly on the breeze, “With one jagged claw and soaring wings the she-cat shall save you from terrible things”
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