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The wind ruffled the white kitten's fur as she stared at the relentless sky. The same old day, the same old night. Yet nothing was the same now, nor would it ever be. Freedomkit was her name; her father was Wrathstar, the ThunderClan leader. Yet he was missing now, and it hurt Freedomkit that she nothing in her power could help him. Nothing at all.
She had been evacuated from WindClan. She wasn't happy about it but she didn't complain.
Freedomkit's green eyes were dull as she stared into the sky. Why wasn't StarClan doing anything? Was the influence and direct approach of NightClan winning them over?
Stress had taken its toll on Freedomkit. Her beautiful fur and lost their brilliant sheen. Her green eyes dull. Nightmares encasing her every night.
It seemed as if she had given up. But she hadn't.