[judas]

Moonpaw curled herself in a ball, refusing to see Geckoleaf. She closed her eyes and stretched out. The silver she cat yawned, her nest was cold and wet, and the sun felt good on her pelt. She stretched out, licking her lips. Moonpaw opened her eyes, looking up. A lot had happened in the past week. Bucknight died, Thornfrost was out of the picture. She let out a sigh of relief, I wonder what Wild's doing now.. She thought. Moonpaw waved her tail, clawing the ground happily.