He was leaving Blackfeather but most of all, he was leaving his sister; without saying goodbye or able to explain to her the reason. A small whimper escaped from the bottom of his throat and he slowly began to feel depressed. Never had him and his sister been apart for long and the black pelted male feared that he may never see his precious Moonshadow again. The scent of Blackfeather still fresh on his fur after departing from their borders. The male let out a sigh as he walked wondering if anyone would ever accept him into their pack after they learn which pack he came from.
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