eleanor was pretty damn far from her humans. from the massive home she'd been raised in, so high up, watching the world from the sky. but this was no accident - eleanor had spent the least few months plotting her escape. she'd get out of that tower and see the world, and now that she had, she was onto the second part of her plan: find the clans.
she wasn't really sure what she'd do, when there. once upon a time, eleanor's family had been dead-set on reaching the mysterious riverclan. but it had been seasons, nearly full years, since then. they were almost all dead, and she was left with the opportunity to find her own home. and, admittedly, she had no desire to bother with the water-dwelling clan. she'd always prided herself on the neatness of her ivory mane, and she wasn't about to go jumping into rivers. besides, she was nearly two and hadn't any clue as to how one swam, and she wasn't about to learn with the kittens.
she'd gotten out of her home, out of the city, and found her way to the nearest clan - windclan. a moor clan, she'd been told, and it was apparent as she approached it, the rolling fields of grass and wildflowers. she'd never seen such openness in the city, and it was a little surprising, to think that these moor cats could feel safe without shelter. she wondered if any ever felt exposed, as she did, a fleck of pale among the greenery and colors of blooming flowers, soon to wither away with the cold.
she wasn't going to join, she was sure of that. she couldn't imagine feeling comfortable under the sky like that, nothing to blood away the sunlight or catch the rain. still, she was curious, and something of a socialite. she wanted to make friends, craved it. perhaps these felines would be friendly.
eleanor was, in truth, quite lovely. a little taller than most, a delicate frame that had grown thin from the exercise and her lack of skill in hunting. fair features, a lovely face. her fur was an off sort of white, glowing when the sun hit it just right, like a star among the rolling fields. once upon a time, it'd elicited her birth name - starry, exchanged for a pet name. her eyes were warm but strong, copper against honey and sage, squinting a little when she smiled. she was a pretty and untouched as a girl who'd been comforted as a pet, and yet, there was a stubborn ferocity behind them, telling the story of a girl who'd nearly been killed, nearly been buried alive, by her own father as an infant.
she was strong, and yet, terribly delicate for this big bad world. and she found herself at the windclan border, hoping to encounter the right sort of soul who'd mirror her smile and greet her with kind words - but prepared to rebuff someone quite the opposite.
[so this will be the first of several 'visits'. she isn't really thinking about joining right now - just checking it out. as she makes interactions on the border, she'll start to grow attached, and later join!]