The Restricted Freedom

Allowing himself a sigh of relief, Falconfang finally had a real smile on his face; it had been the first time in quite a few sunrises since that had happened. Stormstar had told him that morning: he could leave camp on his own now. He was free! Or at least free in some capacity. So he decided he was going to head to the Thunderpath, which he hadn't been to in awhile. He could hear the roaring of monsters before he had even reached the long, black rumbling strip where the monsters rushed back and forth. Finally, he ended up on the small patch of grass that was Windclan territory and sat next to the Thunderpath. Closing his eyes, he let the loud rumbling of the earth soothe him as he tried to gather his thoughts. He knew how much of a downer he had been ever since he had been punished... it wasn't good, that was for sure. Being here now, letting calming feelings wash over him, he could realize that he had to just calm down and let his clanmates' trust return in stride. As for Minteyes... he felt his fur grow hot as he thought about the pretty she-cat back at camp. Maybe she'd never truly trust him ever again, but being in camp all the time now, getting to talk to her more, he realized just how much he liked her; maybe more than just that. Opening his eyes and staring out onto the suddenly-quiet Thunderpath, he knew that he would have to tell her how he felt. For now though, he would be content to sit here and relax, staring out at the path that had once terrified him.