>and then she was g0ne<

[Thornpaw]

Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

For a moment the only noise to be heard was the rhythm of her heart, as slow confident drum, a reminder to her of her past, as so near future. It was as if nothing else existed, but the drumming of your own life, a life so easily shattered.

The fury of the skies rained down upon the camp, Dancingwind watched the cats as they retreated into the safety of their dens. Three warm bodies had burrowed into her side, the three forms slept restlessly. Dreams of catching prey, and brighter days. She let them sleep. The three were ready to become apprentices. I must remember to tell Fernstar, she thoughts to herself. She would find no rest today. The rain had died down to a drizzle now, the distant rumble of the storm was feint. Mist had settled around the Shadowclan camp, giving it and eerie, yet inviting look. She silently stood, and picked carefully around the three sleeping bodies. You will be apprentices soon, she promised them silently. They were overdue, and she knew it. But she would ask Fernstar later, first… as soon as she was free of the den she was running. What a joy it is to run. And a perfect time to hunt. The prey would just be coming out after their long wait through the storm. Her running slowed to a skilful crawl as the scent of mouse wafted toward her. Aha, there you are. She could see the russet fur of the mouse as it edged from its burrow to greet the light of the newly passed storm. A beautiful sight, but it was the last thing it would see. With practiced expertise she sprung from her crouch and finished it with one quick bite. She buried to creature so she could return to collect it later. She let the scent of the forest surround her, and she walked on.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone. [/color][/size][/i]

[{Snarky}]

Ghostfur crept through the forest, her paws not making even a crunch on the freshly wet leaves. Most of her clanmates were in their dens so soon after a rain, that was still coming down but only faintly, but she had always loved storms. She supposed it was because of their power and beauty. Picking her way carefully through the sticks and wet grass, she let her black fur stay wet. Stopping to groom herself would only waste time, and it was still raining anyways.

Hearing a small crunch, she whirled around and opened her mouth to let the scent of a clanmate fill her scent buds. Blinking at herself being so easily spooked, she stood still. The other cat would find her soon enough, if she had any such interest. If she had smelled them, she was certain they had smelled her.

[maddykay]

The cool wind blew through the young tom's jet black fur, drying it steadily even as the soft drizzle continued to fall. Shadowclan trees blocked out most of the sunlight, and so it went with rain as well. Caring little about his slightly dripping coat, Coarsepaw trod through his homeland with happiness burning in his heart. Finally an aprentice, he thought, turning his head to the sky, and soon to be a warrior. He yearned to prove himself to his clan, desperately wanted to please all his superiors. One thing would always either annoy or disappoint, however. Thought of as a sign of weakness, many had ridiculed him for his merciful, bleeding heart. Still, he conversed in his mind, none of them had ever complained when that kindness had gone in their direction. Humming slightly to himself as he stepped on the soggy leaves, Coarsepaw could smell clanmates nearby. Hoping he wasn't intruding on anything, he headed in their direction.