Thread:Willowlight7/@comment-32271293-20170729191744

    Flowerstream was walking in a field of flowers beside a stream. She loved this place; it’s how she got her name. The flowers swayed in the wind, and the leaves rustled gently. So relaxing, she thought as she continued her journey.

    Suddenly, a cat rammed into her, knocking her into the stream. Her fluffly tail, once so poofy and silky, now dragged her to the bottom of the furious water. As she hit the bottom, Flo thought she could see something glowing, covered almost entirely by sand.

    At the same moment, a black head burst through the water, and teeth grabbed at her scruff, hauling her up. She coughed and spluttered, trying to get all the water out of her lungs.

    When she looked up, she saw the sleek, glossy black fur and ice-blue eyes of Pantherheart ( :3 ). Suddenly, she took off, perhaps in pursuit of the cat who had pushed her into the river.

    A strange feeling overwhelmed Flowerstream – the feeling that the glow she had seen in the river was somehow important, and she had to find out what it was. So she did just that: she jumped into the river, saw the glow again, and grabbed it.

    As soon as she did, she felt nothing. No joy, no fear, not even a need for air, as if time had frozen in place. Suddenly, pictures flashed before her: of posts, long ago posts, made by long ago people. And yet, somehow, they looked familiar, as if… ''Wait! Is it… It couldn’t be… THE MOONPAGE??? ''Startled by this, she broke free from her reverie??, and water rushed into her open mouth.

    She clawed her way to the surface, dazed and confused. Mangoes swam at the edge of her vision. Buenos mangoes. She collapsed, exhausted.





    Flowerstream awoke, feeling lighter after her sleep. Either that or it was because she had dried out in the sun-high warmth. Again she felt the urge to reach down and grab that glow, the warm, familiar glow of things forgotten.

    She plunged, the water warmer than last time. She once again reached for the glowing object, this time trying to haul it up. As it was released from the sand, she was jolted upward by the force of her pull.

    She could see it clearly now: A glowing screen, containing the Moonpage. ''The Moonpage! I found it! ''Then she realized she was still underwater. She burst to the surface, clutching her prize tightly.





    Back at camp, she lay in her den, the screen concealed under the moss. ''But why do I want to hide it? It’s the Moonpage! Surely I should share it..?'' Then another thought struck her: It may not be the Moonpage after all; she would have to check, so as not to get her Clanmates’ hopes up.

    She took it out from its soft hiding space, scanning it anxiously. There it was, plain as day: the Moonpage. All the posts, all the memories, contained in one strange, glowing screen. She had done it. She had recovered the Moonpage! <ac_metadata title="Gathering Fanfic Entry: Sloppily written due to lack of time. Apologies."> </ac_metadata>