<~A ha[r]t will neve[r] SoA[r]~. {open}

[Burningwing]

The snow was up to Soaringarrow's knees as she trudged through the thick blanket of white. Her torn calico pelt was littered with dried bramble twigs, and speckled with petite glittering flakes. Her bright blue and green eyes peered through the fading light of dusk as it was set across the land, grinding her teeth together as the last rays warmed her fur, then nothing but cold bites below her paws. Gone were the days when she had simply been know as 'Kitashi" but of course, she had given that name up as well as with her life as a nomad, wondering in search of a new home. Her clan needed her, and with that duty, she needed the right name to suit her, as a dress would suit a special occasion.

A small sparrow fluttered across her path, brown feathers rustling as the wind ran through them. Its black bead eyes blinked rapidly as it spiraled around the she-cat, and a soft trill rang out from its beak. Then, in a swift motion of its wings, it sped off towards the steadily darkening horizon. Soaring watched it until it was nothing more then a small dapple among the clumping, grey clouds. The roar of the gorge pounded in her ears as she approached the cliffs, and soon, a fine spray was sifting through the air, frosting the tips of her fur as soon as it touched down. With a sigh, she sunk her long claws into the snow, flexing her shoulder muscles. It was nice to get away once in a while...

[owly ✿]

Zerowing

A warrior's black pelt wafted around in the wind. His eyes peered at the grassy landscape around him. With ears erect the tom padded forward with light steps. His long legs were pure Windclan and his balanced gait was only blood of the group of cats that lived for the wind and plains. As a rumble that seemed like an enemy growling sounded louder he spotted another feline. It was a she-cat. The tom recognized her as Soaringarrow.

The tom padded forward towards her and looked at her with warm eyes. They had secrets and memories locked tight in them but they were still kind. The warrior gazed for a second at the sheer cliff and then he flicked a lithe tail and trotted next to the clanmate. Heritage didn't matter in his opinion. Loyalty was the key...and this cat seemed fit for Windclan.

"Nice evening huh?

[Meerful]

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