Morning, Windstar...

[sage]

Windstar was curled up in the shade, taking a nap. A gentle breeze swept the camp, tickling Windstar's fur. She was having a splendid dream, candid and carefree. She ran through a meadow. Her meadow. It was where she'd grown up. The memory would always be in her heart, no matter what. Those had been the best days, her kit days.

She could almost smell the spring flowers. She could almost feel he spring warmth on her back. She could ''see'' the daises and poppies; hazy, yet clear. The refreshing breeze brought the faint taste of prey and new life. What wonderful times these had been. Why did she ever had to leave, stripped away from her Home?

The answer was WindClan. WindClan needed her, and she needed the Clan in return. Windstar loved her clan mates. When she thought of them, her hard heart turned soft and love soared through her. It was all worth it for her Clan. Her Home. Her father, her mother.

A bright light pierced through her dream. She was jolted awake. Windstar could hear the Clan cats, busy with early Newleaf.

She sighed. It was time to get up. She stretched, yawning. What a joy! she thought. Tired and stiff. Her tongue was sharp as she yowled, ''Good frickin' morning!''

[sage]

[Hellloooooo???]

[Powderfur]

(lol i didn't see this thread!)
Powderfur was eating a plump rabbit from the Freshkill pile when she heard Windstar yowl loudly. The white she-cat did not understand sarcasm, and then brightly replied, "Good morning, Windstar! Lovely day it is!" Then, by instinct, the WindClan warrior tipped her head towards the skies. There was faint light leaking through some dark clouds. Also, the white cat noticed that the air was a little hard. I guess not!

[sage]

((Gonna lock, this is so old.))