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....I love the picture though!)
LOL. He's been black all along; he's a black Minorca. Thank you both for the compliments!
(No problem! What program did you use to draw it in?)
Quietly, Bloodwing tread across the camp, for the first time in his life a little subdued in temper as he approached the leader's den. Over and over he kept telling himself that this had nothing to do with Blackthorn, but the chickens that would be caught in the crossfire of his mad revenge. However, irrational hope that his brother would turn around and realize his err still fought valiantly in his mind, the hope of redemption fighting the realty of condemnation.
Firmly, the crimson rooster knocked on the rock to the side of the entrance.
"Eaglestar? Leader of Wingclan? I must speak to you."
(Me too

LOL. He's been black all along; he's a black Minorca. Thank you both for the compliments!
(No problem! What program did you use to draw it in?)
Quietly, Bloodwing tread across the camp, for the first time in his life a little subdued in temper as he approached the leader's den. Over and over he kept telling himself that this had nothing to do with Blackthorn, but the chickens that would be caught in the crossfire of his mad revenge. However, irrational hope that his brother would turn around and realize his err still fought valiantly in his mind, the hope of redemption fighting the realty of condemnation.
Firmly, the crimson rooster knocked on the rock to the side of the entrance.
"Eaglestar? Leader of Wingclan? I must speak to you."