Fanta

Fanta slowly strolled onto the sandy beach, her battle-scarred shoulders moving flauntly. Her head was held high with dignity as she breathed in the serene scents of sea salt, seagulls and the fishy smell of the underwater life. Fanta smiled softly, remembering strolling here with Silverfur. A sudden pang of guilt flooded threw her as she remembered her former mater, and pack. But, no, she had the Shadow Haunters, who treated her with much respect, and Luke, not to mention dearest Nicholas. The smile ebbed away as she strutted towards the water, sea foam licking her ebony paws. Staring at the mournful reflection, Fanta growled. Forget him, Fanta. He's dead. Silverfur is dead! Besides, your family lies within the Shadow Haunters. They are happy, and so are you. You made a better choice. Fanta scolded herself, snorting and leaping into the water randomly, laughing as little fish darted away.