The river is a glorious beast. Roaring without a voice, sleek and silver without shape or form. In PureClan, the river is not a way of life but a rite of death.
Morningstar thinks of it as her own; that the blood in her veins is some liquid kin to the water that slides through their territory every day. She likes the river more, perhaps, than any cat she's ever known. They have a purpose. They fulfill their purpose, and then with a wink and a gleam they're whisking away. The river is pure, and if only she could wash away her sins...