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Truly, there was little about Sorrelflare that any cat could call normal.

Entirely uncommon for a Windclan cat, especially born and raised, the speckled molly seemed to have a special affinity with water. Where the rest of her clanmates were racing across the plains and playing in the breeze, the warrior stood instead with her forepaws planted on the bed of their small stream. The water was icy cold as it eddied around her paws, rippling and flowing past as it diverted around her. The warrior did not seem to mind. Her eyes were closed, body still, and mind calm. To an outsider, she may just look asleep. If not for the soft sigh of contentment that breezed from her maw.

Sorrelflare truly was an enigma. It was a difficult thing to deny, however, it was not something she intended to. Where most may think she was paying her surroundings no mind, the molly truly was watchful - just in a different way. From her paws, he senses extended in a wraithlike way, stretching unseen throughout the gentle flow. Around her, she could feel the gentle movement of life, and her paws pulsed to the rhythm of it. With a steady, focused breath, she concentrated. Nearby, she could sense one particular fish.

Attention zeroing in on the creature, eyes still closed, she observed it. The fish meandered calmly despite the intruder in its home, seeking out plant life and insect larvae to nibble on as it swam. Scales glinting beneath the surface, it was following the current toward her. She waited. Sensed still honed in on the fish, Sorrelflare lifted one forepaw as slowly and carefully as she could, claws unsheathing with careful precision, before stilling once more. Unaware, the fish continued closing the gap before them. Once it finally realized there was danger in the stream, it was too late.

Eyes snapping open, Sorrelflare's paw jerked, slamming the fish down into the rocky stream bed. The second her claws dug in between scales, the warrior thrust her head beneath the water, feeling it stream across her whiskers and into her nose and eyes. Unphased, she ignored it. With a snap, her teeth closed around the fish, and she tightened her jaw, stilling it before her ears even breached the surface. She sat up with a showering cascade of droplets and shook her head. The blood of the fish seeped into her mouth at the action. She purred.

Satisfied, Sorrelflare turned to step out of the stream and paused. Before her was Windclan's deputy - Wildrose. Blinking, the warrior flicked another droplet from her pointed ears and allowed her gaze to settle calmly upon the younger feline. She was awfully youthful for a deputy - though then again, who was Sorrelflare to make that call? If this was the way it was meant to be, then so it should.

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