CHASE THE WIND [ intro ]

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    It was bright and early, and she was ready for the world. Ready to be free and go adventure, breathe fresh air and stretch her legs. For she was not Stormpaw anymore, she was Stormthroat, and she wasn’t sure the excitement of her new status would ever wear off. No more training, no waiting for her mentor. As far as her leader and her ancestors cared, she knew everything she needed to know to be a warrior. And oh how absolutely freeing it felt.


    It had become a routine of hers, every day since she’d become a warrior. She rose with the sun, and as soon as she did she was out of camp. To the farm and back, as fast as she could. Every day, it felt like she went a little faster, like her legs took bigger steps or farther leaps. She would stop for a moment, see the horses, and off she went back home, for whatever tasks she needed to do for the day.

    Life was so good. She had the whole wide world to run across and all the freedom she ever wanted.


    Stormthroat’s running came to a slow stop as she found herself back at the entrance to camp, walking over to the freshkill pile. Hmm... there weren’t really any meals for one... not someone her size, at least. Oh well. The silver tabby grabbed a large rabbit, before straightening up and looking around. A good few other warriors and some apprentices were awake now. ”Hey! Does anyone wanna share this with me?”

    Weaselclaw spotted the familiar form of Stormpaw-no, Stormthroat, and heeded her call, trotting over with his tail raised in greeting. "Sure," he meowed gingerly, settling himself in front of the rabbit, across from Stormthroat. "How's it feel to be a warrior?" he asked her, tail curling around his paws as he leaned down to take a bite of the prey.

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    Oh, good. Someone had been quick to come eat with her. She didn’t want to look like a greedy-belly. Stormthroat sat back, letting Weaselclaw take the first bite before she joined in. StarClan, she was hungry. Maybe she should start eating before she went running so she wasn’t starving when she came back. ”It’s awesome!” she answered cheerfully. ”I finally get to do what I want to do. I mean, I know there are still rules and stuff, but... you know what I mean, right?”

    "Definately," Weaselclaw mumbled between bites, glancing up to meet her eyes momentarily. He remembered when he and his littermates were apprentices, running around wreaking havoc. Well, his sisters at least. He was a little less..wreckless. "It's alot less boring. I'm happy to be able to hunt without my mentor so close behind my tail she could take a chunk out of it," he grinned, leaning down to take another bite. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, tail tip flicking back and forth. He was used to it by now, but Stormthroats' excitement reminded him to be grateful. "This rabbit is huge. I wonder who caught it,"


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    ✦ ✧ ✦ “Certainly not me,” Rushheart said, shamelessly inserting herself into the conversation as she answered her brother’s question and joined him and Stormthroat. She had eaten later than usual the night before and therefore had little interest in sharing their meal, but she was hardly one to say no to a conversation. And the way Stormthroat had been talking… now she sounded like someone who might be down for an adventure. Not that Rushheart didn’t enjoy her life as it was, but chickens aside, things had gotten a tad boring for the molly’s tastes. “So life is good, huh, Stormthroat?”

    a blur of white fur came tumbling towards the trio of warriors, quite like a dog attracted to the sound of food. cottonkit wedged herself into their conversation and sat herself in the middle so there was no way for her to be ignored, puffing her chest out. she was the farthest thing from a shy kid, often finding every way possible to barge her way into a conversation. she always wanted to be in the center of attention and although it was harmless for the most part, her brashness had the tendency to be excruciating for anyone who lacked patience.


    "i caught it!" she said proudly to weaselclaw, unknowingly stepping all over the half-eaten rabbit and staining her feet with a muted red shade. "who's stormthroat? ain't yer name stormpaw?" she tilted her head to the side, looking at the newly-named warrior with confused eyes. the kit had largely been asleep for the last meeting, missing out on most of the ceremonies. she still had yet to understand the meaning behind windclan traditions and didn't seem to connect stormthroat's cheerfulness to her promotion.

    The young warrior breathed a sigh of relief as Weaselclaw agreed with her, having not known for sure if he had felt the same way. It seemed like some didn’t feel the same excitement she did, or didn’t think the freedom of becoming a warrior was all that great. But it was what she, what every Clan cat, had worked for her whole life. As far as she cared, it was so worth it.


    Stormthroat shrugged at the older warrior’s question, looking up when she heard Rushheart’s voice. ”Whoever it was, I certainly hope they hunt some more soon.” Prey like that could keep the Clan fed for a whole season. ”It is. Then again, it always has been. Now I just get to do more with it.”


    Cottonkit’s interruption made Stormthroat laugh, the kit proclaiming the catch as her own before asking who “Stormthroat” was. ”Nope! Not anymore. I’m a warrior now.”