Flikkun

The night sky is barren; lifeless. Then a lone spark of light, a distant star, a daughter of the moon, embraces it, setting in motion the eternal waltz between night and day. The sky becomes her canvas, the darkness her palette. Her emotions mix with the ever-changing magic of the nighttime, and the ebony-blue sky reflects her heart. It becomes her place of solace, and she confides her secrets to the moon. The beauty she creates is always changing, yet ever the same. Thoughts she would not admit even to herself dragged from the depths of her heart create something magnificent, yet ignored. The ponies thrive in her sister's bland daylight

Firepaw stopped short in front of the fern tunnel, his heart racing wildly, a mouse dangling by its tail from his jaws. He took a deep breath, set the plump rodent at his paws, and gazed at the sky. The scent of rain greeted his nose, blowing in from the Windclan moors, and thick, dark clouds crowded the horizon.  He gave a small sigh and lowered his eyes to the bushes in front of him. He longed to step through the leaves and greet the cat he cared so much about.         It shouldn't be this hard. He mentally berated himself. But what if she says no? His claws scraped unconsciously over the h