The stinging pain of a briar's thorn, the bitter cold of a misty gaze [closed]

Mistypaw gazed across the moor, her heart beating with the desire to run. The sun was high in the sky and Mistypaw still had a lot more tasks to do. It was hard to believe she would get the chance to sneak out today, but maybe if she worked hard enough to finish her tasks she would be able to get out for a run and come back before sunset. Yeah, that could work. Clearing her mind, she dragged the load of old moss out of the apprentice den, carrying it out of camp to be disposed of.


After what seemed like moons, she had finally finished her tasks- and with just enough time to spare. The sun was sinking lower into the sky, but there was still enough time left for a quick run. Maybe she would also have enough time to bring back prey. Slipping out through the dirtplace hole, she streaked across the moor, relishing the rush of the wind through her pelt. Cats in other clans like to lay in the sun or take a swim to unwind, but she always enjoyed a long run at the end of the day, and she was sure that most of her fellow clanmates would agree. Letting out a breath of relief, she looked around to where she was. She seemed to have already reached the far end of Windclan territory, near to fourtrees. With a quick shrug of her shoulders she approached the nearby Thunderpath, deciding it would be a good time to patrol the borders and go over the scent lines. Suddenly, across the dark, flat surface, she heard something. Raising her head, her blue eyes swept across the territory on the other side. She soon caught site of a cat, who seemed to be growing closer to the border. Narrowing her eyes, she kept her ground, staring at the cat on the other side. If they decided to attack, she would be sure to teach them a lesson.