Leafstream walked from camp, fish in her jaws as she clenched them firmly, thinking about where to lay them until she returned to camp. It was dark- about only a few heart-beats until moonhigh. The tall warrior had the gift for catching fish- earning the name as Leafstream. She could have easily been named Leafpelt, or Leaffur. But, she was thankful that she wasn't. Crossing into another one of Riverclans' many streams, she decided to lay down, and think about her choices in the past moon. She knew that she wasn't of Clan blood, but yet the graceful warrior was grateful that she wasn't taunted by it. Pressing her nose into the cool water, she felt the presence of many others around her. They felt like kin- family, who she could trust. Leafstream knew that she was only feeling the rippling of water pass by her calico fur, but it tricked her mind to feel like her family pressed closely together beside her.
Thinking of this hurt Leafstream. She had left her family, because her Mother had abandon her in the unknown territory. She hadn't wanted to be- and hoped now that her Mother had left her when she was just a little bit older, so it wouldn't take so harshly upon the young cats' shoulders.
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