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The day was warm for leafbare, and that meant storms. They wouldn't be here soon, but by nightfall it would be raging through the territory, unleashing it's mighty wrath upon the land. For now, the sun pounded on the Windclan moors, making the wind blow with a steady pace. The tall grass danced and waved in the chilly breeze, almost like a rain dance. The smell of rain could be detected in the air to those who were looking for it, or just to those who noticed things like that. It was a good day to be out, overall. Nice and pretty for now. The clan cats had better be out while they could be.

A light brown form sprinted across the moors. It was a feline, a small one. Her tiny paws pounded the ground as she ran, full speed, towards nothing in particular. Her bright eyes were alight with laughter and enjoyment. She loved feeling the wind between her fur, loved the feeling of freedom that it gave her to run along the moors. She ran in a very wide circle, just to make sure she didn't cross any boundaries accidentally. Now, that would not be good. With tensions high and the slightest thing starting a war these days, she dared not do anything to upset the peace. She loved peace. Fighting was such a useless thing to do.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of freedom so much and so intensely she actually forgot she was running. She only closed her eyes for a second, but when running at full speed, that one second matter. When she opened them, she discovered herself tripping over a small rock. She stumbled and tried to catch herself, but ended up flipping over and doing a couple somersaults before finally landing face down in the dirt. She laughed it off, knowing she was lucky to not be injured in the least. Shaking herself off, the she-cat stretched before resuming her walk around the territory. Her muscles now sore from who knows how long of running, she decided to walk around a bit before going back to camp. Perhaps she would even meet someone out here.