Roughly three years after the first chapter
Whiteout was painting when Darkstalker walked in. "Hey sis what are you up to?" "I'm just painting" Whiteout said gently. "Can I paint to?" Darkstalker asked. "Sure." Whiteout responded. Darkstalker grabbed a brush and started painting. He glanced over to look at Whiteout's painting. "What's that supposed to be?" "I don't know it's a future I saw." Whiteout replied. "Well look at mine." Darkstalker said triumphantly. Whiteout glanced over at her brother's painting. It was a horribly painted picture of her. "What the heck is that, is that supposed to be me!?" Whiteout clawed Darkstalker's wing and proceeded to freeze the painting with her frost breath. "Ow that hurt!" Darkstalker snarled. "I don't care." Whiteout giggled. "I'm going to go fly around." Whiteout said. "I'm coming with you." Darkstalker piped. "Ugh fine!" They took off and started to head towards the forest.
They landed in a cleared portion of the forest. Whiteout had brought a canvas to paint on. "Can't we do something besides paint." Darkstalker whined. "You can do something else I'm painting." Whiteout said. "Your no fun." Darkstalker hissed. "I don't care." "Ok I'm going to the beach then." Darkstalker grunted. "Mom said not to go there there's been reports of icewing spies on that stretch of beach." Whiteout commented. "I'm not scared of an Icewing." Then he began walking towards the beach. Whiteout followed her brother. She kept her distance so Darkstalker didn't hear her thoughts. She just had a bad feeling about his little excursion.
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