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Bag fastened across their shoulders, Corvus wandered through the valley and into the forest. If memory served, Morel Hollow should be near by. After years of traveling, the mothcat decided it was time for them to settle down on a more permanent basis. While the thrill of the unknown never ceased to surprise, Corvus missed having a familiar place to call home. Originally hailing from the Nieven mountains, Corvus spent most of their teenage years exploring the surrounding lands before expanding and taking on the world. As a result, the mothcat was able to gain mass amounts of knowledge from the various cultures. They found that the island of Aldora seemed to be the most diversely inhabited and thus the most accepting of those considered outsiders. As Corvus approached the hollow, they realized just how popular this area was. There were mothcats everywhere, simply going about their day. As they watched from the sidelines, an older mothcat approached. She was smaller than Corvus was, but

Tremendous heights that tower above everything else, looming obviously above. The wind whips and howls, threatening to tear even the birds from the skies. One lone creature dares to challenge these rocky cliffs, unamused by nature’s warnings or threats. It wasn't due to bravery, but seemingly a lack of caution. Unwilling to heed the red flags, they glide through canyons before flying back towards the peaks. The wind whipped their already scruffy fur, blowing it in every direction as they soar. A small smile crossed their face, an unusual display of emotion for the otherwise stoic cat. The sunlight bounced from their multicolored wings. The sight could only be described as breathtaking. Only when the clouds turn an ominous grey did the mothcat return from their flight. Landing once again on the side of the mountain, they quickly retreated into a cave to watch the storm from shelter. The skies opened up suddenly. Rain turned the already dark sky even darker. The only source of light was