Don't wast you're time(open)

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Cinderfoot watched over her territory. She could smell the fresh air and prey. Then for a moment she thought that she smelt Shadowclan. Then she decided that the smell was coming from Shadowclan territory and shook her head. Well, if any Shadowclan cats dare show there filthy faces here I will turn them in to Crowfood in a heartbeat. Then she looked down from the hill where she was standing. Below was lush green grass and a clump of gorse bushes with some flowers dotted here and there. She then bunched her muscles together and charged down the hill. She could here the breeze in her ears and feel it ruffling her fur as she charged down. She was moving faster and faster and it seemed like she could not stop. Then she sank her claws in to the soft earth and pulled herself to a halt barley stopping her from crashing face-first in to a thorn bush. She could feel a couple thorns touching her fur, but they had not reached her skin. Cinderfoot walked a little ways away and then opened her mouth and breathed in the sent of prey.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cheetahpelt stood atop one of the many hills in the territory. Her tawny pelt glistened brightly in the sunlight, the black dapples dotting it in no particular pattern. Bright amber eyes gazed warmly around the territory. This was her home. Loner-born or not, WindClan had always been where Cheetahpelt belonged. Maybe that was why her mother had just dropped her off there. Maybe there had been no danger to her, maybe it was just an excuse. Either way, Cheetahpelt was happy now. She felt as proud as any full-blooded WindClan cat would. She could still remember her apprenticeship; her mentor had been her best friend, Creek, and she'd fallen in love with none other then Creek's brother, Charlie. Spook- then Sparrowpaw- had still been in the Clan. She'd just been starting to get to know Singedpaw, now a warrior as well, called Singedsoul.

Cheetahpelt couldn't help but frown at the memories. None of those cats were around anymore. Creek, she hadn't seen her in moons. Charlie was... dead. She pushed the tears out of her eyes. Sparrowpaw had become a loner, and Singedsoul hadn't really spoken with her since they became warriors. The young she-cat felt lonely these days. Cheetahpelt hoped that, maybe, she'd get assigned to mentor an apprentice. It would give her something to look forward to, someone to talk to.

Down near the thornbush, Cheetahpelt caught sight of the warrior, Cinderfoot. Her eyes narrowed. What was she doing? Had she gotten caught? Clearly, though, Cinderfoot was fine, for she backed away from the thornbush and started to taste the air moments later. Taking the oppurtunity to talk to someone, Cheetahpelt loped down the hill, stopping easilly beside her fellow warrior. "Hey there, Cinderfoot!" she mewed. Are you hunting? Mind if I join you?"