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    The night dragged on as Riverpaw sat atop the boulder, looking out at the trees. She could hear the stream trickling over rocks, and the wind blowing through the foliage. Crickets chirped in the tall grass, and Riverpaw heard a few small rocks dislodge from the mountains side. She glanced back at the cliff. It was not a terrible steep climb, but it would certainly not be easy to climb up. Stars shone brightly overhead, lighting the earth below. The moon, a little more than half full, floated just above the tree line.    Riverpaw sighed, content. She loved nighttime. Despite the darkness, and the mysterious creatures that crept within sh

        The moon was a sliver in the sky, only dimly shining on a winter night. Darkness clung to the snow-covered forest below; deep shadows lying beneath the bare, black branches. Through thick swathes of snow a young cat struggled forward. Her head barely cleared the surface of the cold, white substance, and her brown, silver-striped coat was plastered to her sides, revealing a jutting ribcage. She had been running for many suns and moons now, relying on instinct and a darker resource...one that the kit tried hard to ignore.              She took another faltering step, her paws numb.  I have to get help. She thought faintly. Her next paw