Oh glory be.
FREEDOM. Sweet, beautiful freedom.
Freedom warranted celebration.
And celebrate Owlkit did.
Screaming. Immediate, triumphant screaming, loud and shrill enough to burst the eardrums of any cat unfortunate enough to share the nursery at the time as little Owlkit wailed her freedom to the skies. It was cold, but she was OUT!! And now all of ThunderClan - nay, the entire FOREST - would be subjected to her reign of terror and torment.
…she’s probably going to keep screaming until somebody shuts her up. Or she chokes herself to death on air. Whichever happens to come first.
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