Ok i know i only said three words of my story but that was the really big part in the last chapter. So heres the next big um, part.

Whispers....
(please while reading listen to moonlight sanata!!! MY FAV)
- As if she knew what she was doing. Her leap of faith was hardly in my aproval, yet she was of age. See when we are in our human state we are only 14 years old, but when we are wolves we are warriors in a battle to live with others of our kind. Her skill of fuding is like a snow flake forming, she danced.

The fight was like music. Flowing from her was streams of blood and tears only a true warrior could shed. Paw to never tuch the ground, her battle took place in the air. Blond fur now staned red, her dule with a demond of her own kind. The war was now like a desplay of the art of death. Me only a spectator, not a sister. Crying was not an oppsion, it was a harsh condition. Her pack whatching motionless in the crowd.
Falling back to earth she arose from the two bodies, there was a winner tonight, no more blood shed this winter.
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