The Wind Brings Possibilites [open!]

[Amaranth]

puppet. Whitewhisker [ blue eyes ]
anatomy. Pure white except for pale gray tabby fur covering the whole top half of his body.
persona. Calm, laid-back, but brave for his Clan; he'll always stick up for them.

The slowly rising sun was just beginning to appear above the distant treetops. The blankets of snow coating the ground sparkled in the golden dawn light. Birds flitting in the air were chortling, and gentle breezes blew.

The brilliance of the morning was all admired by a white-and-gray figure sitting alone. Whitewhisker's tail was wrapped around his lithe body, the tip resting on his paws. His bright cerulean eyes watched as the sun climbed into the vast heights of the gray leaf-bare sky.

Of course, even the serene peace around him couldn't take his mind away from WindClan's predicament. They'd been forced to hide in the wet, gloomy tunnels that stretched across the territories of all four Clans. He had no knowledge of what was going on through Dusktalon's head, but for some reason they were still here, closed in by round, dark walls instead of out in the vast moorland they cherished so much.

When he had woken up in the middle of the night, Whitewhisker had found a small opening. With some difficulty, he managed to squeeze through, rejoicing as he breathed in the fresh, clean air. And there he had sat, doing nothing else but waiting for the sun to rise; he hadn't seen the sun in too long. At first, he squinted, his eyes that were now used to pitch black painfully strained as the bright, almost blinding light became bigger and bigger. But suddenly, a surge of his old energy rushed through his body, and a smile spread across his maw. He was outside; free!

But he would have to go back to the tunnels sooner or later. He loved WindClan even more than the exhilarating feel of running across meadows and catching plump rabbits instead of the scrawny rats that slunk around inside the dank tunnels. He would stick by his Clan no matter what they had to go through. However, for now, he needed to escape - just for the beautiful morning.

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[windrunner]

Windrunner yawned and sighed in the warriors den. Oh how she missed running across the moors chasing rabbits. She stood up slowly and shook herself off. She slowly left the den and then entered one of the tunnels. She folloed it till it opened up to the outside. The lithe she cat flexed herclaws and scented the air. She loved the smell of the moors in the morining. Then she caught an unexpected scent. She looked around an dspotted a cat. Slowly shew alked over to Whitewhisker and sat downHi Whitewhisker.