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Cottonspark's long, sweeping white tail flicked around her head, the black tip twitching. The long furred she-cat was sitting by the freshkill pile, her mismatched eyes narrowed as she contemplated the idea of hunting. With a small nod, the white furred she-cat stood up, her eyes sparkling in anticipation of the hunt. She stretched and rasped her tounge through her fur.

Cottonspark's one true passion was running. She loved the adrenaline, the wind whistling through her long fur, the feel of sandy moorland under her racing paws, the sweet scent of heather in her nose. Running was what the small she-cat lived for. Cottonspark was also a very fast cat, on the faster side of WindClan's already great speed. She had a lithe frame built for this exact reason. The she-cat could zoom over the moor in a white blur.