It was days after Lokistar told Darkcloud her past. Lokistar had become thin and her sandy/silvery pelt was no more then a lone elders too old to groom itself... She was beaten in a way that everything she had worked for, everything that she had tried to hide she had handed out and although her mothers voice tolde her to speak a problem would be medicine, Lokistars mind was twisting. She lay in her nest her head talked in her paws and her eyes open and tired. Dayriser padded into the den "Lokistar you don't look well!" he commented with a hint of coldness into his mew. "Let me hunt for you," He purred... "No need to hunt for me Flight... Dayriser.... Ahhh but I will you stay here..." he bolted wildly out of the camp....
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