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Cocoawoods was a force to be reckoned with. Her mother Mistyveil or Mistyrose as she had last called herself. Had raised a dangerous beauty that was growing into a ticking time bomb. Since that traumatic evening where her mother had abandoned her in the woods. Cocoawoods has become less obedient and learned to do things her own way. While she would be well mannered and respect the words of Tuskstar, Chaostheory, or one of the knights. She definitely didn't listen to the advice of getting too close to the edge. As Cocoawoods peered over the side of the cliff. She wondered what the clans living below them were up to.
It had taken Blizzardyrefuge quite a while to adjust back to being in WinterClan again. While the scenery and scents were familiar and comforting, he had also grown used to wandering through the forests and other areas of the mountain. He didn't expect it to be as difficult as it was to walk with the uneven ground again, though perhaps it was his limp that was to blame for that. Sometimes, it all felt like a dream. It was as if he would fall asleep one night, and when he opened his eyes again the next morning, he would be back somewhere else. Maybe back in FallClan, getting his leg treated, or even further back than that.
So, when Blizzardyrefuge had some time to himself, he would spend it refamiliarizing himself with the territory, allowing himself to burn it into his memory once again. That way, even if it was all a dream, he would still be able to see his home when he closed his eyes. It was just as he was doing this that he saw the form of Cocoawoods, leaning over the cliffside. "Careful," he called out. Though his voice didn't show any worry, his pace had sped up so he could reach her even a moment quicker.
