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    Whitewater hadn't always been a member of WindClan. The sociable white feline had been named Shadow, a rather ironic name, considering her pelt color. She had been a kittypet, but she had spent the majority of her time roaming free, and didn't really enjoy the company of her housefolk. She would only return home to eat when the hunting was scarce. She was popular in Twolegplace, and a friend of many cats. She easily made friends due to her easy-going and friendly persona. But her life was boring. She had WindClan warrior blood within from her grandfather, a former-warrior who had been taken by Twolegs and forced to live the life of a kittypet, and that blood also gifted her with long legs and a lean body. She craved the taste of meat and longed to be free, running across wide open expanses. She was already a good hunter, and kept the mouse population under control in her area. She was just different. Not a soft, plump kittypet, but a cat who was clearly destined to be a warrior.


    After hearing about the Clans, she knew that was where she wanted to be. And so she left, not looking back. The trek to WindClan was a long one, because she didn't really know where she was going. But one day, she just arrived on the WindClan border, staring across at the heather-dotted moorland. This was meant to be her home. She liked the way the grass felt underpaw and the wind hitting her in the face as she ran. She was accepted in, and given the name of Whitewater.


    Three moons later, she was settling in well, and was so glad to smell fresh air instead of the acrid stenches of Twolegplace. But she was craving social interaction, and some cats didn't really want her in WindClan, but she honestly didn't care. She never cared what others thought about her, which gave her confidence.
    Today, she decided she was going to meet new cats. So she returned from a hunt, depositing a rabbit on the fresh-kill pile, and seated herself by the warriors' den, contentedly flicking an ear before licking her paw and drawing it over her ear, waiting for someone to approach.

    Dawnpaw wasn't right. Without forewarning the world around her had seemed to grow darker. Perhaps it had begun after the death of Otterstar, which she often tried to avoid thinking of. She wasn't focused on whatever had caused it, though; instead, as a mammal, she was focused on survival during the leaf-bare months. Hunting was how she passed the day, avoiding the medicine den as much as she could. She knew too little to be of any use to her mentor, Honeyheart, or fellow medicine apprentice, Fawnpaw.


    That was what she had done for the morning, returning with a meager reward for the effort and time she had put in to the hunt. Clamped tight in her jaw, teeth wrapped around the brown creatures waist, the carcass of a squirrel hung limp. Small black eyes stared vacantly at the world around it, its tail swaying with the movement of her steps. Hours of hunting in the cold leaf-bare weather had brought her nothing but a squirrel to contribute to the small mound of food that had already begun to dwindle since the morning patrols.


    "Whitewater," she said, her words muffled by the body as she set it onto the pile. "That's a good catch you have there. Was he a lucky catch?"

    it was hard to not like freckleface, and nearly impossible not to fall into the fem's favor. she was a kind feline, if not overly so, with a soft, warm demeanor. everything about her seemed like a queen, like a mother, and the world was her child. she treated perfect strangers like close friends, and it was ironic, considering how lonely she felt deep inside. the sadness of being independent with a dependent personality got to her after a while.


    "no catch is just luck." the feline jested as she approached, smiling warmly at the duo. she did, however, eye both of the catches and nod happily. "those are wonderful - windclan's lucky to have the both of you." she purred, taking a seat to rest her paws for a moment.

    Though it was natural for Wildkit not to be catching prey at his age, he did still feel a little odd and awkward as two of his Clanmates settled down their catches on the pile. He decided to bound up alongside Freckleface, who has not contributed, so that he didn't feel so alone. The she cat was kindly and protective, that much was clear. She was certainly a sweet cat, though Wildkit hoped she would not hold him back and that she would let him do whatever the hell he wanted to do with his life. Being controlled was the last thing the kiddo wanted.



    "Nice catches! Though I wouldn't put it past you two being lucky, so don't just lap up my compliments," he gave a smirk, though jealous burned inside him. "I bet I could do better though, and without luck!" Really, the kitten wasn't sure about that at all. Without hesitation he took the rabbit from the pile and begun to eat it slowly, savouring every bite.