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Yes, thanks for reminding me Zin.Don't apologize, you're not what you've just called yourself. We all mess up.
*facepalm* I can't believe I missed that..I mean, it's in the title.All of them are important, but LeafClan will end up being the largest, not to mention oldest.
Idiot, Bloodfeather thought. He didn't want to go back to the clan just yet. He needed some peace and quiet. There was too much fighting and strife among the flock and it was getting to him. He was tired of it. Besides, no one would notice if he slipped out for a while by himself. He looked up from his thoughts and saw her. He froze. His first instinct was to clear out, but he stayed. He watched her carefully, the poor dear. He knew most of the clan treated her badly. He himself was even guilty of it. Quietly, he moved closer.Stareye sniffed the air, enjoying the scents that were taking up most of her attention at the time. It was the part of the year when the weather was in the midst of turning from summer to fall. It was a perfect temperature of 71 degrees and there was a slight stirring breeze. She could smell the trees, the sunlight, the flowers still in bloom, but not quite as brilliant as they had been when the blossomed in the spring. She heard the brook singing it's soft song as it trickled by, the birds belting out their melodies, the soft crackle of the fallen leaves as the small pawed animals crept over them. The scents and sounds painted a picture which she could not see; telling her things she could not have hoped for if she had been given the blessing of sight. This was her special place. She came here to find a peace she could not find back at her clan. She came to escape from the pitying stares that followed her wherever she went; though she could not see them. She sighed and stretched out her beautiful brown and red wing, letting her muscles relax. She did not think of herself as handi-capped. She was simply blessed. Just blessed. She opened her milky white eyes and stared into the empty oblivion that was her life.