Patowan

The Psychic Sketchbook Note to the Huntresses who I hope are reading this-- Enclosed are several entries from the diary of the inventor of the cursed Psychic Sketchbook, inserted in when I feel that it is necessary, starting with when she first started to notice what was going wrong. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        March the 15th, 3056    I don’t get it. It was such a good invention. If you’d told me the day I created it that it was fated to destroy humanity, I would have laughed in your face. Funny, in an ironic sort of way, that today would be the day that it started to malfunction. Started to do things that

Chapter II Many moons later, Ravenpaw had been attacked by an eagle trying to save her adopted little sister., getting a horrible scar, Shortly after she became a warrior, her Clan found out that she had been seeing Pebblefur in secret, and turned their backs on her. She fled to be in FlightClan with Pebblefur. They became mates, after all they had been through together, and were now inseparable. When their second litter of kits was just barely 5 moons old, a drought came. Only FlightClan was really affected, but they were running out of food. Ravenslash and Pebblefur began giving most of what little food they had to their kits. After a week

Moria sat on the pier, watching the sun set as it slowly dipped below the horizon, the bloodred rays of sun reflecting on the salty water. She sighed deeply, wishing she didn’t have to go in so soon… She loved the night, and tonight was a special one, a rare Dolphin Moon, or, as more people knew it, a Blue Moon. In the area Moria lived, though, every 3 leap years, on the night of a blue moon, sea creatures, and dolphins especially, went CRAZY. She thought back to the story her mother told her when she was 5, “Legend has it that during the dolphin moon, any 12 year old girl born on a Wednesday in May can speak to animals. An