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➴➴ The seasons are changing—the snow of wintertime melting away, swiftly being replaced by the first bright blossoms of the new season. Each morning is brighter than before, and each evening it takes a bit longer for the sun to set now. The many new kits in the clan were merely the beginnings of WindClan’s burgeoning new life; hazel eyes shine with wonder as the black-patched warrior gazes out across a seemingly endless sea of flowers. The sun is gradually sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and pink. It’sa beautiful sight to see, especially with their brother at their side.
Slatetoo—no, Slateheart—has changed a lot since the beginning of the cold season. Not only in name, but in demeanor. Gravelsnap would have once deemed themself distanced from their darker-furred sibling, but now they find that they feel closer to him than ever. The death of their father seems more a blessing now than it had when they had first learned of it, and when Gravelsnap thinks of Lynxtooth’s absence, they realize that they have enjoyed it. They settle beside Slateheart, eel-black tail flicking behind them. "So," they murmur, eyes drifting to the flowers once more. Perhaps they could find Periwinklebreeze some more blooms for his pelt, if they get the chance to collect some. "A lot has happened recently. What do you think will happen this season?" Their voice is even, though they feel just as uncertain as they ever have. The spring season brings change along with it—what could this one have in store for WindClan?
Slatetoo—no, Slateheart—has changed a lot since the beginning of the cold season. Not only in name, but in demeanor. Gravelsnap would have once deemed themself distanced from their darker-furred sibling, but now they find that they feel closer to him than ever. The death of their father seems more a blessing now than it had when they had first learned of it, and when Gravelsnap thinks of Lynxtooth’s absence, they realize that they have enjoyed it. They settle beside Slateheart, eel-black tail flicking behind them. "So," they murmur, eyes drifting to the flowers once more. Perhaps they could find Periwinklebreeze some more blooms for his pelt, if they get the chance to collect some. "A lot has happened recently. What do you think will happen this season?" Their voice is even, though they feel just as uncertain as they ever have. The spring season brings change along with it—what could this one have in store for WindClan?
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