[crow.]

Owlpaw shivered. The soft groans and whispers from the graves dug into his soul, both the good and the bad. The small tom quickly bowed his head before padding off, shivering as he followed his mother and mentor towards the shadowclan border.

He inhaled deeply, his lungs burning. Step closer. Be Braver. Owlpaw slowly padded closer towards the border, as if not by his own will, something drew him closer, pulling him in. Good... closer little owl... prove your worth to us.. Owlpaw paused when he was almost ontop of the border, eyes glazed over.

@kailie