Dark Mist, here to gather moss, decided to get some Borage leaves. If she did have pups, they could come in handy. She would get the rest later. She hummed a small tune, but stopped in her tracks as she rather felt than heard something.
Dark! Dark Mist! Strong! Powerful! Vicious! she was confused, but cocked her head. What
was that? She shook her head and grabbed moss (a lot of it) and borage.
Better get to the den, she thought. And so she did.
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I am the voice of the wind and the pouring rain, I am the voice that is calling you. I am the voice, I will remain.