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Kyrieknight
Falconfeather stared out sullenly over the clearing, her amber eyes glaring into the pine shaded light.
What to do, what to do. Her eyes were blank with boredom and they were unfocused and faded. What to do. The she-cat sat up and stretched. Feeling the air slide against her fur, she shivered. Falconfeather stepped out of her corner and stalked into the clearing, her head lowered. Not that there was a need.
I could say that I was from Starclan and they still wouldn't listen. Not that I care. She did care, but in Shadowclan, you didn't complain.
(Sorry this is short, starters are hard)