MoonChaser died. Ugh! I just couldn’t take her! She was making the story worse! Anyway,here is the part: He(Black.) got up,leaving Crescent’s body in the damp grass.To Moon’s surprise,Black struck her across the face with his talons. “Ahow! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” You got rid of one of your lives during that fire,didn’t you?” Black knew the answer to that already,but asked it anyway. She mouthed something. “I’m sorry,what?” Said Black,putting his face closer to her’s,letting his anger expose. “Yes..” MoonChaser spoke quietly. “I know who you gave it to...I even kinda wanna deny it.” That’s when she just collapsed to the cold grass. Dead. The silence reminded Black of a Christmas poem: “Nothing stirred,not even a mouse.” And then I drew a picture of a mouse eating something. Welp,that’s the end of that book. Time to start writing in The Owls’ Call,book three: Flames Of The Phoenix.