I trained harder and harder. I learned how to hunt and how to patrol the borders.
And little did I know, I was turning into a warrior.
Muscles developed beneath my tabby fur and I was satisfied with much knowledge.
Maybe things would turn out fine in the end. I had the perfect friend, even a future mate, I was happy, and I had a Clan to serve. What could be so wrong?
Though,
You didn't click on this story for happiness.....
BINABASA MO ANG
stardust. warriors short
Short Story"maybe I'm not leaving, maybe I'm going home" Eagledust is suicidal. cover made by @kivalori
