11959winter
As a small flame rose where the silver flash of light had fallen, and Applestar did not hear the cries of her clanmates as they awoke in their dens. Instead, she heard a soft voice rustle through the trees.
Return us to the stars, and we shall strike the darkness with our silver light.
A yowl came from the nursery, and Applestar recognized the familiar agony of a birthing queen's screech.
As she heard her clan emerge from their dens, the leader could only watch the tiny flame in the center of camp as it simmered out in the falling rain.
Return us to the stars, and we shall strike the darkness with our silver light.
NOTE: Entire story complete, I won't leave ya'll hangin. Making revisions as I post, three-four chapters a week :)
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