((Check me out, being all not-dead.))
- Who: Hopestorm, Whoever wants to join
- What: Stargazing
- When: 26 Running Prey (2009), Late evening
- Where: ThunderClan Camp, Outside the Warrior's Den
Among all forms of mistake prophecy is the most gratuitous.
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Hopestorm was stretched on her belly in the center of the camp, her head raised and her ear tucked tightly back to her head. Her eyes were moving across the sky, stoping periodically to look deeper at something seemingly only she could see. The heat of the day was still clinging to her fur, dragging it down and giving it a lank, dry look despite how short it was.
She sighed deeply, but didn't take her eyes off the stars.
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