Post by rainbow-FiSHY on Sept 28, 2008 11:33:24 GMT -5
Cirruscloud wondered around the border slowly with a limp paw. It was badly injured, but for some odd reason Cirruscloud refused to go to the medicine cat's den. Her thoughts were filled with wonder and imagination, and while she wasn't paying attention - oof! - she rammed into a old tree. The young Windclan cat sighed. Hoping she won't get caught dwelling around the border by one of Thunderclan's border patrols, she found a little bush with a small dent in it, put in some grass and moss and slept. The white she-cat looked like a ball of puffy, white fur. She dreamed of finding her sister, which was among the most happy and most pleasent dreams she ever had.
