[Radler]

Stormbreeze bolted through the moors, not in pursuit or being pursued, but simply to let of some steam. The rythmatic thud of his paws hitting the ground was as comforting to him as a mothers scent was to her kit. He had travelled the territory almost daily for thirty moons, and the familar terrain comforted his troubled mind. This war with Thunderclan... it was absolutely justified on Windclan's part, but how many more cats would die in this battle. Thunderclan would never be the type to back down from this threat, he begrudgingly thought, thought he wasn't sure if that was bravery or stupidity. His clanmates would fight with vengeance guiding their claws, but how many would fall in such a hate filled war as this. Could the clans ever return to normal after this? He knew they would somehow, they had before. But he just couldn't see it right now, with what intent did Windclan attack Thunderclan; to teach them a lesson, to drive them out of their territory, to kill one of their cats as revenge, or to wipe them all out? Stormbreeze shook his head and his gait faltered, almost making him stumble. Had he always been this pessimistic? He paused atop a hill and his breath caught as he looked out over Windclan's expansive territory, the rolling hills and sparse trees. This, is what he would fight for. How many seasons had his Windclan ancestors travelled these very moors? This is not something he would give up. With every step of every ancient Windclan cat, they had ingrained loyalty and courage into the very earth. If he had to spill blood to protect this, then by Starclan, Stormbreeze would spill blood.