Volestar stared blankly into space... He was still recovering from losing a life... He was still limping badly and had a big bruise along his cream colored flank... He ducked his head and limped from his den... "Sorrelflaire! Make patrols! I'm going on a walk..." Volestar stumbled forward and padded out through the gorse tunnel... He walked through the forest and went by the lake.... A big round of wind caught his fur... A yelp startled him.. He spun around and faced baring teeth and glaring eyes... "Hello, Volestar...."
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The Beginning: Book 1- Starting Over
FantasyAll is well in camp, but will the clans discover a new prophecy or a way to destroy the clans and maybe the forest as well
