Oh my GOSH, Scylla! I just read the whole thing and it's AMAZIIIIIING!!!!!! I love it! Keep up the great work! It's fabulous! And when I saw the Half Moon thing I actually thought you meant Half Moon, from Warriors; Omen of the Stars! 

I lost my last big post to lag, so I'll redo it. Or try to, at least...

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Ciel's voice echoed in her mind. "Each tree belongs to a different Elementi. For example, the oak trees belong to the Terra and the willows to Ventus. If you ever are lost, the trees will tell you where you are."

Sheena racked her mind. Pine.... Pine.... Who lives in pine? Remembering, she groaned. It's the Aether. I don't need this right now. And I doubt they'll take kindly to an Aqua in their forest...

But you're half Aether, the Hidden voice reminded her. They don't know it, but you could kill them all with a flick of your paw. You're their leader's cub! 

Sheena laughed dryly. There was no humor in the sound. Even worse. I'll prove that their leader's a traitor. 

Use it as a weapon, the voice urged. Why do you have it if you don't use it? 

No, Sheena snarled to the voice, narrowing her violet eyes. This isn't right. There must be— 

But her thoughts were interrupted by a silky voice. "What have we here?"

~TO BE CONTINUED~

Sheena whipped around, searching for the source of the words. And then, slowly, white spots began to reveal themselves amid the darkness. Soon they were joined by a body and two glowing eyes. And the Aether stepped out of the shadows. 

He had the typical long, lean Aether build with an exceptionally thick tail. His fur began indigo at the muzzle, but smoothly changed to fuchsia at the haunches. His narrowed eyes were a bright cyan, a colour not uncommon to the star-dwellers. 

"An Aqua, in Aether trees," he mused, expression mocking. "What be you doing here, water-dweller?"

"I- I got lost," Sheena stammered. Keeping her gaze trained on the Aether, she carefully backed away into the brush. "I'll just go away now...."

She made to leave, but the Aether raised a paw. "You got lost?" He barked a harsh laugh. "Don't the Aqua teach their cubs that pine trees aren't sycamores?" 

"The Marsh is big," Sheena mumbled. "Really big."

Under the Aether's glare, she suddenly felt like a tiny cub again. "Please don't kill me."

The larger leopard's gaze softened slightly. "You're really pathetic, aren't you? And small, too. I won't kill you for straying over the line. You should go home, though, because I can't guarantee that my friends will treat you the same."

"I—can't," Sheena choked out.

"Pardon?"

"I can't go home." Sheena lowered her eyes.

"Why not?" the Aether asked, partly curious, partly concerned.

"It's a long story." Sheena let out a sigh. "Look, I need to leave now. I'm on a... quest, of sorts. I should head on my way."

Once again derisive, the Aether snorted. "You, a little cub, on a quest? A quest, of all things!" 

Sheena's temper flared. "I'm not a cub! And I made it this far, didn't I?"

The Aether dipped his head. "Granted. But calm yourself. Someone might hear, and the results would be much more drastic than a little chat."

Sheena raised her hackles, deep blue fur bristling. "Who are you, star-dweller?"

The other leopard avoided the question, — was it deliberate? — instead commenting, "Your fur seems a little dark for an Aqua, does it not?"

Sheena reeled back.

This is it, the voice hissed. He's got you figured out. Kill him.

Sheena's eyes widened in fear. "N-no, no, no," she whispered. Tears flooding her eyes, and turned tail and ran into the woods.

Oh, the SUSPENCE! I can't take it! *faints*

Nevermind Bumble, we think that book is good.

Not bad. I like it.

I'm normally a realistic-fiction fan, but this is good! 

*Goud booc. Iiii lyke Sehe nnaa.*

Um, Spirit-rain, why are you talking in CAPTCHA?

*I dunno. I'm weird...*

Okay... Anyways, the point is; your book is great! Keep it up!

For once I agree with Tulip. That book is good.

And for once I'm giving someone other than Spirit-rain a compliment. I really like the book! 

Great book, Scylla!

I agree! I like how there's killing involved.

Of course you do. You're The Feline of the Opera.

Well, there is a chance you made ME the murderer.

Very true, my furry friend. 

I'm not going to write this week, (I've got too much going on) but I would love to hear what you think will happen next. It can be anything from the grand plot to little scenarios. Thank you for reading!