Lightningheart trudged through the grassy plains, his paws making a soft squelching sound at every step. The rain had started so suddenly, he hadn't been able to make it back to camp. He had seen the warning signs of dark gray clouds, but the rabbit swinging in his jaws showed that it was worth it. The warrior shuddered from the cold, sure, he generally liked it, but not when he was soaked to the bone. So many things seemed to be happening, the constant threat of wolves, and the strained tensions between Darkclan and Thunderclan. Of course, given his history, Lightningheart did not agree with the discrimination of others for the way they were born. His thoughts swirled as the long trek through the plains continued, no one else had gotten caught in the rain, right?


Starryo