Moonpaw decided to stay out in the Eyre that night, after previous experience not to disturb his clanmates that are sleeping in the den. Smells wafted towards him, the wind blowing strong. The lake of the Eyre shined a brilliant deep set blue as he saddled himself underneath the hanging cliff to relax a little.
In his mind, he thought about the many things that had happened in the past days, in the past hours and the morning before this night overall. So many thing has ocurred since he was merely a newborn in this clan, having Windclan as a home for his entire life. Everyone comes and goes as the breeze may blow, either to death or in life. His parents long left him in the clan after fleeing alongside his mentor in Starclan. It comes unexpected at most times.
So was it just a matter of decision or was it written in the stars before? That he did not know. He sang softly to his surroundings...
"Starborn skies, oh how I mourn,
of beauty life and I have thought,
the troubles that dances upon our minds,
yet here you stand, above our land,
to care for joy, you have taught."