by Buffy » September 8th, 2009, 9:07 pm
Mist didn't leave her den before most of the others had. She went out and looked at the sky. The twinkling spots that were known as stars, were bright and shiny. The dancing colour which were known as the northern lights, made the night even more beautiful. Just then a flash of light crossed the sky! "Look! A shooting star!" Mist yelled out and smiled. She gave out a long, happy howl at it and smiled. She loved the nights of the winter and she loved the summer mornings. The spring air always pleased her and the colours of autumn just amazed her. She felt that she truly belonged here, she only wished that everyone felt that way. She thought of Conciderer, who was close to rejection from his leaders. But all Mist could do, was be there for him if he needed it.