From the wind swe{p}t moors--

Muddypaw waited impatiently on the edge of the moors, where was Diannapaw? H wasn't going to wait here for the whole night, he wanted to get back before dawn. "Diannapaw?" he called softly from his hiding spot, a clump of heather. The border was just in front of him and the moon was high in the sky, casting its beam of silver over the moors. The wind was a strong, never ceasing force pulling at his brown pelt.