Midnight where the stars shine, when the night dances, what the owls fly in
After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light. I want to leave behind a midnight star.
Midnight was always a curious soul, one that wasn't bound by rules, one that knew the line before right and wrong, but yet dared to cross it. She was a loved pack member, known for her daring stories of travel and pelt of shifting colors, sometimes blue, sometimes black.