His ears pinned, Dustclaw walked stepped into ThunderClan camp. He simply hoped he knew he would have to give his secret away now. And to the ThunderClan
leader. He swallowed.
I’ll have to tell her all about Day’s moon… For the past nearly 30 moons of his life, he had protected his secret like a mother to its kits. He soon spotted the recognizable pelt of Cindersky, and padded up to it.
(Also, being missing for so long, Dustclaw has no idea who’s leader and who’s deputy.) @
marni