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It is still a novel idea that WindClan's history is not as expansive as the moors they make their home on. Scorchpaw has only just begun to explore its past as well as its sun-blanketed grasses. When she was a kitten, she had mistakenly assumed that her clanmates had been apart of WindClan for their whole lives, wrapped up in its eddying gales and too caught up in the whirlwind to escape. Rather, she finds that many of them had been a part of WindClan for its whole life; that the cats she surrounds herself with bent the winds to their will to create their heathery home with Sootstar at their helm. It is strange to imagine Scorchstreak or Badgermoon before their time as exemplary warriors; she has only had the briefest glimpses into their pasts, but she knows they were never apprentices themselves; that they had come into WindClan as fully realized warriors. It is strange to imagine any great WindClanner living anywhere except the moors she has come to roam and love.
But she knows that more stories exist than ones of chasing hares and wild open air. It is why she seeks out Sunstride today, bicolor gaze heavy with focus. The grasses rustle and give voice to the wind that guides her, as if to say look over here. "Sunstride?" she calls, still kittenish in her trepidation to disturb the lead warrior, and even more so in her curiosity. Part of her regrets calling out. She's just a child, and he surely has better things to do than lay stories upon her. But she catches his attention, and so she must continue: "Um... Wolfsong told me that you both come from the mountains." The structure builds itself in the back of her head, tall and desperate peaks heavy with snow she has never seen. It seems cold there, and unforgiving, and so she must know about it. She has only ever known the flat, rolling moors; she cannot imagine being closer to the sky than WindClan already is, and yet there is a place where she can grow taller still? Her gaze shines with embers of questions yet unasked. "Can you tell me about them?"
@SUNSTRIDE
But she knows that more stories exist than ones of chasing hares and wild open air. It is why she seeks out Sunstride today, bicolor gaze heavy with focus. The grasses rustle and give voice to the wind that guides her, as if to say look over here. "Sunstride?" she calls, still kittenish in her trepidation to disturb the lead warrior, and even more so in her curiosity. Part of her regrets calling out. She's just a child, and he surely has better things to do than lay stories upon her. But she catches his attention, and so she must continue: "Um... Wolfsong told me that you both come from the mountains." The structure builds itself in the back of her head, tall and desperate peaks heavy with snow she has never seen. It seems cold there, and unforgiving, and so she must know about it. She has only ever known the flat, rolling moors; she cannot imagine being closer to the sky than WindClan already is, and yet there is a place where she can grow taller still? Her gaze shines with embers of questions yet unasked. "Can you tell me about them?"
@SUNSTRIDE