Re: WindClan Territory
Near the edge of WindClan's moor, a tall tom sat with poise. The wind blew at his silken fur, driving it against its natural direction. He payed no mind to this small disruption. It was evident by the rotation of his ears and his line of sight, that the male was enthralled by something hidden just beyond the tree line.
That something moved. SiltStrider did the same by ducking low, his large ears flattening to the sides. Shimmying his lithe frame, the tom bunched up the muscles in his hind limbs, effectively prepping him to leap.
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