Re: ThunderClan | WindClan Border
Wildpath padded along the border, the strong wind buffeting the gray tabby she-cat. Her paws were soresore from walking on sticks and not the usual tough moorland grass. This is why I don't like trees. she thought, wincing as she stepped on a stick, which cracked under her paw. She gritted her teeth. She had extra sensitive hearing, touch, and scent. She nearly, without realizing it until the last moment, stepped across the border. But she caught herself and veered away. The WindClan molly sighed, setting eaceach paw down far in front nof her, feeling the ground before putting her weight on it. She didn't want to injurinjure herself while doing a border patrol. That'd be embarrassing. Her graceful movements made the fact that she was blind almost unnoticeable, but if someone looked closely at her eyes, or studied the way she tested each step would give it away. She yawned, tasting the air as she did.
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