Post by Magicheart on Jan 25, 2011 23:08:35 GMT -5
Stormflower paced restlessly in the black forest, trying to find a way into the world below to help her son, Drowningspirit. "He's taking too much interest in that weakling Thunderclan kit for my liking." she sneered out loud. "The four gifted ones are letting Lostclan rule over them. If Bloodeyes and I were still around..." she growled, trailing off her sentence. They had been killed by that mange-pelt Pantherfang, and there was nothing they could do about it now. "At least he's suffered at the paws of Lostclan." she gloated, her only consolation.
