Epilogue

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(The picture is how I think Night looks like)

A rustling noise could be heard in the distance and a  jet black cat emerged from the long fronds of grass waving around. He climbed  a smooth rock ledge near by and looked over the Valley Shore. His piercing green gaze scanned the pebble shore and the frozen water that raged by trying to escape the grasp of the evil frost. The sun was fading into the night sky as stars took over the soft natural blanket above the cat's head. A moth flew by landing gently on a long stand of grass near by. He extended his head and breathed in the salty air that swarmed around him. He curled up and put his long jet black tail on his nose. "Just one more night." The cat sighed and fell into the rhythmical sound of sleep. He fell into the darkness of the deepest dreams that haunted his mind and he felt a leaf land on his nose with a gentle swish. As he opened his eyes he didn't see the raging waves of the sea and the wind tugging on his fur. Instead he saw a cat haven a forest with a lake at the centre. The prey running wildly and freely all over the grounds. A starry figure appeared in front of him and he realised that there was a hint of starry glimmer in everything lush around him. The figure bent down and stared deep into the black cat's soul. At that moment he new there was no more time remaining his word must reach the cats' ear tonight at sun-high.

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