Broken Boulder The Red Moon Of Doom

she was still quite the infant, and as such would likely not be making an appearance unless her mother deemed it necessary since her father was preoccupied with something budding and bigger than his children.

however, she was not too small for the blood moon to have some kind of effect on her.  this moon — the moon of rebirth — would strike down upon the girl without mercy.  in her sleep (whether queenie was present or not), her tiny paws thrust out stiff in front of her, and the line of her mouth tightened in discomfort.  one eye popped open, and then another as the red light of the moon filled the den.  a deep sense of dread filled her — this is different!  i don't like it! — and she began to whimper quietly, tucked in the corner of the den.