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Moonraven
The yellow tom sighed, sounding more resigned than forlorn.
"I suppose it's back to Sunpaw, then, for the time being."
He wished his name didn't have to be changed, but it wasn't altogether unreasonable. It was true; he knew how to hunt among the trees, not on the moor.
His tail suddenly drooped.
I may never hunt among the trees again.
Still, Windclan seemed like it would make an okay home.
Perhaps, if he could run fast enough, he could forget his bitterness and anger and sorrow.
But not him.
I would never forget him.
Sunheart shook his pelt out, feeling rather beebrained.
Now's not the time to get lost in thought! This is a huge event in your life!
"I guess it's time to go home, then?"