**Cougarivy**
Cougarivy stepped out from the cover of trees. She breathed in the stale scent of the Windclan border markers. A giddiness ran along her spine. She looked out over the open expanse of moorland, a single pine tree standing erect and proud against the clear blue sky. She breathed in, her lips parted; she could almost believe she tasted the scent of bunnyclan blood still lingering on the breeze. Her mouth watered tantalizingly, her lips curled up in a smile.
She padded out into the open, the heather brushing against her pelt and the breeze ruffling her fur. She tried to imagine what the battle would have looked like: the clash of cats, bodies on bodies, claws meeting flesh, red blood spattering over the pale grasses. She let a shiver run down her body attempting to loosen the excitement building within her. Oh how she wished she could've been here! It sounded like such fun!
She gazed out over the new borders, hoping to catch sight of some bunnies. Maybe she'd get lucky enough to catch a patrol who'd forgotten how heather-spined their clan was, losing their own land, she'd get to sink her claws into some bunnies.
But when she lifted her nose in the hopes of finding fresh Windclan scent, she instead found a faint trace of a Shadowclan scent. She opened her mouth to bring the scent over her tongue. Only one. It was familiar though she couldn't quite place it. She turned to try to find the source.
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Angelique