Mapleshade's Silence ( DISCONTINUED )
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  • Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Mar 06, 2019
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It was dark, and she could feel was cold pummeling at her body. how could this have all gone so wrong? She had been so sure that their secret was safe, and that her kits would be loved and sheltered by her clan. but that was a sweet reality that had been destroyed the moment Raven'Wing saw them and told their leader. 

She understood why she had been exiled, but why had her kits been forced to suffer the same date? It was wrong- Wasn't the warrior code protecting them?! And during flood season no less-

They had barely made it past the shore before they had all been swept up in it, and now not only her but her kits would DROWN! even buried underwater, she could still feel the tears leaving her eyes along with her breath.

She looked up as her eyes started to glaze, trying to see her kits one more time, instead of winking bodies she saw a starry transparent pelt swim closer to her.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.