Talk:EternalClan/@comment-2098737-20120916124453

About 3 moons passed. Camp was dull. A storm had been raging for two moons without an end.

Thyme, who had moved to the nursery, sat down with a sigh as Richtofen watched his sister, Lorelei, bounce around playfully after Mint, who was big enough to become an apprentice.

Richtofen padded over to Kramer uneasily.

"This storm is a curse from StarClan for letting Shredtail in camp. Thankfully, that rat Shredtail put up thick glass cielings and walls around the top and overview of camp. But still. This storm is a curse and it will never end unless we figure out how to do something. I tried to subside it but it made my mark sting."

He glanced down at the demon mark, which was duller than ever before. Richtofen blinked.

"It has to be a curse. Or my powers wouldn't be useless." he growled.

Adelina shook her head.

"Richtofen, you're too superstitious. Just because you and I were both born in the Dark Forest doesn't mean that either of us are being cursed. Or anyone in general." Adelina admitted unhappily, then bowed her head in shame.

Richtofen let out a sigh.