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He came away from where the rest of them had gathered to a more quieter, secluded place. He knew no place better than the Falls, a place of beauty, but also a place of death. He stood looking over the edge, where the water fell down against sharp rocks. Once wrong move, and. . . well, needless to say, you would be dead. He had known many cats who had died here, some falling over, but some just vanishing into thin air. Where was Morninglight? She was still back with the others, but he would wait for her here. They had things to talk about.

There was the matter of Plaguekit and Shatteredkit. It had been so long that they weren't kits anymore, if they were in fact alive. Hauntedstar still believed they were, although there was no sign of them. Now that Morninglight was back, they could look for them together. He knew his lovely mate missed them more than he did, especially Plaguekit, who's real father, Abyssfang, had raped her so long ago. She had looked at him so much differently than Shatteredkit, a look of disgust and hatred. But now, Hauntedstar knew she regretted it. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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She followed her love, thick tail swishing low against the ground. The tips of her long fur brushed against each other as she trotted steadily along, her now-slim stomach clenched tightly. Her sapphire eyes searched the horizon with a pleading look. Each time the moon sunk and the sun rose into the placid blue sky brought a deeper, more darker feeling of dread in her heart. Her and Hauntedstar had important matters to discuss. Two pieces of her heart sunk into despair with each light, silent step. One for her pretty black-and-white daughter with the pale, serphentine etes. Another for her son, her poor son. How she had unknowingly abused him, without every laying a paw on him! How neglectful and horrible she had been, just because of his father..

She raised her angular face to the sky. The moonlight struck her face full-on in a silvery shower and a wind coursed over her thick fur. She regretted it something fierce. She would never make the mistake again. As soon as she found them, she would sharpen her claws. She would protect them with all of her heart. The crimson-patched female needed them.

She needed them as much as the morning needed light.

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