Silvermoon peered over at what her daughter had in her hand. All the eligible females were supposed to be out finding the perfect pebble that she would give to the male that impressed her at the courtship ceremony. Dewshine had found a smooth, round semi transparent blue stone. "That's your pebble?" "Yes, mother... it's the color of the three moons, which makes it perfect!" the other said, smiling to herself. She didn't want to tell her mother that she had already found someone she would consider as her life's mate. It was a shame, really, that he wasn't a part of the tribe. ---- Thanks to Littlefox for the Peaches figures!