The gray tabby ran silently through the bushes, prickly and silky, she ran. Without stopping. She skidded to a stop when she reached the churning waves, and all the dust and filthy dirt turned into weird fog, dirtying her soft fur. The she-cat sighed, leaping into the ice cold freezing water.
The queen grunted, stepping onto the shore. The sandy material clinged to her paws, making her have to wash them off yet again.
The tabby shook the cold water droplets off her wet pelt, making her shiver. Memories of when she was an apprentice flew though her mind, of Creammist- at the time Creampaw- licking her short tabby fur the wrong way to keep her warm.
Now, the RiverClan warrior stood there, freezing and helpless.
Her fur was damp. She licked her messy pelt to clean the extra dirt and grime out. She just
had to look good for her mate.
A rouge he may be, I love him. After all, my parents were rouges too. I have nothing against him. I love him..Salmonstripe purred.
"Moonlight! Come here please."
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