Literature
Who Am I?
What? Firestorms voice was full of disbelief. You want to go away?
Robin met her gaze unflinching, his young face set with determination, and nodded. I have to, mother.
Why? the huntress asked, at a loss.
I just have to. Please, mother, just let me go.
She sighed and eyed him again, hesitating. He was pale but then, he had been pale for the whole last moon ever since they had had to literally drag him from Willows side. She had been so worried about her little cub but this new request did not do much to appease her worries. To leave the holt, all alone
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