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Silversnow let out a frusterated sigh. "Why does she always have to say that? Makes me want to ram it back down her throat," she said, frusteration clear in her vioce.

"Because she's....retarded," Nighstar replied, for the lack of a better description."But anyway...let's put her aside for now." She gazed up at the clear mountain sky, the hue matching that of her eyes.

"She is retarded," Silversnow agreed. "And yes, let's drop it. Now hwat should we talk about?" Silversnow asked, following Nightstars light blue gaze, staring at the mountains that rose jaggedly into the light and clear blue sky.

"Ohzu," Nightstar mumbled, not hearing Silversnow's question. No, the white wolf was currently lost in her own little world, a world in which the possibilities where as endless as the sky itself. The mountain wind whistled in her ears and ruffled her pelt. As Nightstar thought of her wood-colored friend, a world of euphoria seemed to grow in her imagination.

Silversnow blinked, sonfused. "We should talk about Ohzu?" she asked, her head cocked, her green eyes baffled.

"What?" Said Nightstar, knocked back into reality. "Oh, no. Uh, sorry, just had some...things on my mind." Her ear twitched uncomfortably.

"Well, uh, ok," Silversnow said, still a bit confused. "So, what should we talk about then?" she asked, reminding Nightstar she hadn't answered her question yet.

Nightstar shrugged, "I dunno." Another chilly breeze weaved its way through the camp. Nightstar giggled. "The weather?" She suggested.

"No, too I don't know, weathery?" she said, grinning at her friend.

Nightstar laughed again, turning back to the sky. It was darkening quickly; although it had been clear moments before, clouds were forming swiftly and turning deep shades of gray. The joy faded from Nightstar's eyes, replaced by seriousness. "A storm is coming," She murmured. "And by the looks of it, a bad one."

Silversnow looked at the sky, the carefree grin slipping of her face. She hated storms, and they seemed to hate her back. SHe didn't mind a shower of rain, but actual storms....she shuddered thinking about them. "We should go inside," she suggested nervously, already edging back to the safety and shelter of the den.

"Alright," Nightstar replied softly as she heard a roll of thunder in the distance. She crept off to the Fighters' Den. As she entered, she certainly did not see what she expected. "Ohzu??" She exclaimed, seeing the Hunter in the wrong den.

Silversnow quickly followed, already her breaths were starting to come quicker. "Ohzu?" she said, repeating Nightstar, surprised to see him there. Once again she was slightly confused.

"There you are, Nightstar! I've been looking all over for you! Do you mind going somewhere that we can be...you know...alone?" "Sorry, Ohzu, but we can't leave the den, there's a killer storm gathering. I'm sure the other wolves will retreat to the dens soon...and I'm afraid you can't go to the Hunters' Den, too late for that." Nightstar acknowledged the outside, where rain was already beginning to drizzle.

Silversnow backed away from the entrance of the den. "Man, I hate storms," she said, a hint of nervousness, ok, a lot of nervousness creeping into her voice.