The Sunspire [m] carved teeth

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cloud singer had not been a warrior at all. he and muskrat had met one another when his healing teachers asked for passage through the swamp panther lands.

scarcely grown, muskrat had just received her scar for battle exploits. cloud singer had been much the same, shy, almost exactly her age. where the swamp panther boys were boisterous and wrestled often to show their strength, cloud singer was devoted to his study of plants, of blossoms, bark, flowers. muskrat found herself with him often as the little group of plant-seekers traversed the nearby hills.

it was in that radiant forest they had loved one another for the first time. cloud singer told her that he would be a powerful healer one day, for healers were of no people and all. then, he laughed, he could stay in her village always, and be honored to do so. muskrat spoke of the war walk and how she would protect their home and children. such bliss in those times, pleasure, warmth. the discussions of a united future.

until gorseberry had told muskrat she would be leaving with six kills. of course she had fought! denied, refused! on the second night, the young warrior talked frog-voice into carrying her message to the lover who waited in the forest. a plan was made and she waited for the right time to evade six kills and his warriors.

hunting had brought muskrat down, pain kept her mired, and as the story of she and cloud singer replayed yet again, muskrat sent a defiant cry spiraling into the sky just now breaking with dawnlight.