The atmosphere was dark and cold, a freezing shiver pierced the spine of a silver she-cat. She shuttered, her teeth chattering she paced around the entrance to her den, hoping to warm herself up. The she-cat was awaiting the return of the dawn patrol, she had insisted on coming as well however her deputy, Glimmerpool, had declined her offer.
The sound of a paw gently placing itself down onto the foresty ground caught the leader's attention, "Glimmerpool, how was the patrol, I assume it went well?" she meowed. The golden furred she-cat approached her leader grimly, her once beautiful shimmering...
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