Darkmoon strode out of camp, her fur bristling at the slight chill in the air. It had been awhile since the last time she had been in the forest, and her paws tingled as they brushed against the cool earth. The moon was low in the sky, dawn nearly breaking over the horizon. It gave the forest a feeling of anticipation, as if every living thing was waiting and holding its breath for the sun to peak out from its sleep. Her heart felt a pang of unease as she left her four beloved babies, but she reassured herself. Sandwing would never let anything touch them, ever.
As she padded down the trodden down paths towards a certain glade, she felt a rush of nostalgia fill her to her ear-tips. This had been the place she and Breezepetal had reconciled, the night under the sky-lights. She often found herself wandering here, her paws instinctively traveling to the space where happiness seemed to radiate. As she arrived, the sun woke, rays of light melting through tree branches and leav