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The stone caverns beneath the pine forest acted as a stronghold for the nocturnal warriors of NightClan, and as a home. Most of the tunnels formed the caves home to the dens where the cats slept, but a few dead-end tunnels not wide or tall enough for the clan's purposes stretched deeper in to the earth. They were tucked back a distance from the entrance, mostly devoid of light, and almost always cold.

It was in one of these tunnels that the young warrior Mothstorm found herself, surrounded by complete darkness. She'd squeezed between the low ceiling and rock floor to a tiny grotto. Her amber eyes past the point of seeking meaning in the black. She lay against the curving stone wall, comforted by its cold embrace.

Mothstorm had grown to despise the daylight. It was why she refused to leave their camp while the sun hung in the sky. It was why she'd all but alienated most of her clan. And it was why she'd withdrawn deep within the earth to get as far away from it as she could.

Earlier, she'd been coerced in to a dawn patrol with Frogsplash and Nettlefur, and she'd almost not beat the sun home. It had left her gloomy and bristling. Thus, her retreat.

Character; Mothstorm
Word count; 213
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