No one had been on the Windclan border to welcome her. But she didn't need anyone. Everyone would eventually leave, anyway, and the only one that would stick around was herself. At least she could always count on that. Her paws took her in no particular direction, but soon she found herself in a wheat field not unlike the one in which she and...NO! She halted abruptly, narrowing her eyes. Her past was behind her and she was never getting it back. It was meant to be forgotten. She was different now. Or at least, that was what she tried to convince herself. She shook her head to clear it and trudged unpurposefully onward, towards nothing and everything. Then she froze as a distinct smell hit her nose. Someone else was here. She glanced around, waiting for the thing to show itself.
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Whitefox prances up and down through the grass giddy with joy for no reason really. As he jumps he looks over and notices her. He stares. He then falls flat on his face missing his footing
