The wheat fields were just as golden as Rabbitrunner could remember them.
Then again, the only time she could feasibly remember the rolling grains of gold was as a kitten in the back of a truck bed; snuggly tucked up against her littermates and siblings as the gentle
thwumps of the vehicle dipping with the grooves of the asphalt rocked the family in a lull of slumber. Her turquoise eyes fell upon the hills and plains as she took a deep breath in, her chest falling in a sweet sigh as she started to scale the grassy knoll before her. She had to see the view from up there.
While the WindClan warrior climbed, remnants of her story seemed to chase beside her- her kithood days playing mossball with new faces in the home her new parents gladly swept her up to from the same, monstrous road that left her wet and cold. Her apprentice hood, one that Wisteriahowl dared her to find herself and to find others, as she (dumbly, at that) dared herself to climb the Lonely Pine, and found fondness in her friend, Swiftpaw. Their boundless adventures, their reckless youth, their laughs and their joy that could warm a heart for seasons to come. If only she knew, though..
And her warriorhood, the newest edition to her life. Though it had been several seasons since her naming ceremony, Rabbitrunner prided herself on picking out her own name, much to her mentor’s pride and family’s dismay, the she-cat had now found herself lacking. Life seemed to have slowed down from the energetic and excitable, to the sloth and boring. Frankly, the brown-caped molly was restless. So she climbed, finally reaching the top of her hill and smiling at the beautiful farmland before her. What a sight it truly was, and now she was able to enjoy it.
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Alas, it was all but a dream, and the youth awoke with a sense of disappointment in her features. The sunlight that crept in warmed her weary gaze and revitalized her pelt, warming the chocolate fur that danced around her white paws. Rabbitrunner yawned quietly, craning her head to the side and squeaking out, her lean frame frozen in time for that moment of stretching. She recoiled after the brief tension, blinking and staring out to the inviting atmosphere of WindClan Camp. She huffed with a groan, shaking her head a little bit and lowering her head. What was the point if warriorship was just all business, and no fun?
Certainly, that wasn’t a life she wanted to live. All business and no fun.
Sometimes, she longed for those wheatfields and the farmlands, she could get lost in them for hours on end if someone would let her. And that, that was when the fae rose with an idea. She just hoped her friend was available.
No time to waste, Rabbitrunner tiptoed carefully around their slumbering clanmates before she found Swiftfire’s nest, carefully sitting down and trying her best not to disturb anyone else.
“Pst.. Swiftfire..” the molly grinned, hardly able to contain her excitement as she waited for her former hunting partner to respond. “Did you want to race? You know,” There was an awkward waiver to her voice, shifting as she looked away. “Like old times.. I felt like it would be fun.. For both of us.” Great StarClan, she felt like her asking could not be any worse than that. Maybe she should have opted out.
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