Moonlight filtered in through the cracks and openings in the roof of the den. Little particles floating in the spotlights that the moon has graciously provided, allowing the miniature fluff balls to perform their ballet to the watchfull eye. In this case, forest green hues watched, fixated by the silent show. The pair of optics belonged to Mushroompaw, who had gently nestled herself into her nest long before the sun had given the sky up to the moon for the night. She was unable to sleep, confusion muddled her thoughts and caused her oh so sweet dreams to dissapearance as quickly as the fabricated. She had many questions, and some puzzle pieces she couldn’t quite fit into the bigger picture, something she’d speak to Palestream about in the morning, silently hoping she’d receive answers rather than more questions.
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