What we will become. [open]

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Wind brushed up against the earth, kicking dust up into the air, and raging on to disrupt the unprotected land. Even with the debris flying around her face, the silver feline held her yellow gaze wide open and unblinking. It was as if she was expecting someone, which, of course, the WindClan warrior was not. The death of her former leader and deputy had been a great blow to the Clan but she was slightly pleased at herself for being chosen. She would never admit that she hadn't expected it, as loyal a warrior she was even with the many oddities about her.

A fleeting figure caught Feathermist on her guard, and with moments she had crimson liquid splattered onto the ground, and a rabbit resting neatly beneath her paw. The she-cat took a deep breath and gathered the prey in her jaws, wondering if she should just eat it. The deputy wasn't on patrol, but she didn't really need the food either, turning tail her gaze fixed onto the dust cloud. Camp would have been in the direction that the tabby faced, however, her current desire to return so soon. Because then, of course, it would mean being surrounded by many cats whom she would have to make polite, Clan friendly conversation with.

The silver fur stood on end as her thoughts drifted to her leader, Birchstar, one of the nicest cats that the warrior had ever encountered and envying incredibly, but she couldn't deny the fact that the she-cat made an excellent leader. Her paws moved and the feline was trotting off to the side, almost aimlessly wandering. Almost, of course, for she didn't try to stray too far out of her home.