In her sleep, Gracesong was wounded still. "Help!" She called again. Suddenly, a tom appreared out of the storm before her. "Dovewing?" She asked the starry figure. He had a white pelt, With ginger ears and tail-tip. He nodded. "Wh-Why have you come to me?" She shivered. He padded forward and stood over her. "Light will meet darkness." He whispered, "And many will suffer." Suddenly, the bear appeared in Dovewing's place and slamed a paw on Gracesong's back, waking her with a gasping breath.
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Fawnpaw soon realized she couldn't sent anything! She Soon noticed that the patch of what she and her mentor thought was 'yellow snow' was acctually 'polar snow! It blocked a cats sent for 3 days! Oh, well, she had to find the blubber!
Ebonycloud smiled at Mothpaw, "I guess hunting penguins wont hurt at all." he smiled at her, "Lets go." He padded down from the summit keeping an eye on his apprentice to make sure she didn't fall.
Nightfrost started to mend Wolfstar first. He seemed more likely to die. She layed a couple saxifrage petals on his wounds, and began to wash Gracesong's wounds. How could she have not believed her own apprentice? Even if she admitted that Fawnpaw had been right, she was too arrogant to tell herself that her own instincts had been wrong.
Mothpaw's eyes lit up as she disbelivingly followed her mentor, awestruck. He had said yes! A tingle raced up her spine as they walked, side by side, to the fairy penguin burrows. Her paws collided into each untouched pile of snow, and she glanced at Ebonycloud to see his graceful, long legs effortlessly skim over the tundra as if it were sleek ice. Mothpaw gave a subtle purr as their whiskers accidentally brushed against each other's. Ebonycloud stepped to the other side just a smidge to Mothpaw's dissapointment, but they continued on.
Finally, the fairy penguin burrows came into clear view. Mothpaw's stomach pleaded for a morsel of penguin as they silently padded closer to their lively prey. There was a small chick grazing the snow like a tiny wind-up toy. Two siblings followed her closely, squealing with joy. Mothpaw's eyes were drawn to a meaty penguin, about 14 inches tall, nearly full grown for fairies. She imagined sinking her fangs deep into its still, plump body, her mouth watering intensly at the dreamy thought. She couldn't wait!
"What about that one?" She whispered, pointing to medium-sized one she had spotted.
Ebonycloud watched it intensely, "Here is a chance for you to use the move i just taught you. I will circle around it. You stay low to the ground. I will scare it in to running. Stalk forward and kill it." he mewed softly as to not attract attention. His soft ice blue eyes turned to his young apprentice, "Ready?" he mewed excitedly. His tail lashed back and forth. This was one thing he was good for. His pelt will stand out making him look clumsy to his prey. They will run and Mothpaw will be waiting.
Wolfstar's eyes twitched open. "Thank you Nightfrost." He meowed, "I think you should treat Gracesong first. I still have nine lives, she only has one." He meowed in his strong, melodic voice.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."