[That earns a thoughtful little hum from Yellowfang. So this strange shining Twolegs wasn't a traitor. Still HalfClan but...perhaps circumstances called for such a thing.]
Silverpelt is where warriors of the past look down on us from. I pray they'll show themselves come nightfall.
[She looks up through the canopy and finally something that isn't irritation crosses her smushed little face. Worry. They had to come. They had to!]
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Silverpelt is where warriors of the past look down on us from. I pray they'll show themselves come nightfall.
[She looks up through the canopy and finally something that isn't irritation crosses her smushed little face. Worry. They had to come. They had to!]