Soft on the outside, sharp on the inside
It was a normal, boring day for all the softpaws and Sharpclaws. But for one softpaw named Rain Storm, it was the day she would either die or become a sharpclaw. As Rain traveled thru the tunnel to meet Rock, she imagined what he would look like. She started to think of him as a handsome gray tom with great, big amber eyes. Later, Rain found herself in a large cave with a river. "hello, Rain Storm" said a raspy voice. Rain whip around only to lay eyes on an ugly cat. For all she know, it could be a hairless rat or mole. "This is not the first time I heard that." The thing said to a shocked Rain. "h-h-how d-did you d-do th-th-that" Rain said, shivering." Are y-you Rock?" the thing nodded. " you did not expect a cat to turn out so ugly, did you" Rain nodded. "Now it was time to get going""okay." "you know that you cannot return to this cave, right?" "uh-huh" suddenly rock disappeared from where he was sitting. Best be on my way. Rain thought, then took went into a tunnel and was cloaked in darkness. The next thing she knew, she was back in the moor. Rain turned and ran to camp. And to her surprise, every one came rushing at her, covering her in licks and telling her that they thought she would never come back
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