Fang bounced up the mossy rocks in fourtrees, slipping but regaining himself and pushing him to his paws. "It's true! Windclan! Left! So did the other clans!" He meowed loudly, his voice echoing off the bark. He shook his furry head in shock, his eyes glinting with happiness and bewilderment. Finally, the clans he hated, the clans he loathed, the clans he despised, the clans he detested, left the forests! And he understood why. In a way, it seemed all the clans had fallen into anarchy, barely catching prey for the clan. The wind blew against him, ruffling the fur on his fluffy face and making it tingle. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind all around him, blow. He felt so alive, so free! He had the forest to himself!
He pranced around the weeds and fields, sniffing the scents of Windclan. Rabbit! Fresh rabbit! He dipped into a low hunting crouch, mimicking the other cats in clans that he spotted while trotting along the borders. The scents filled his nose. He stepped closer and closer to the rabbit until he gracefully outstretched his legs and leaped into the air. "I'm better than all the other clans at hunting!" He meowed like the self-centered, greedy cat Fang was. He let his paws softly fall on the ground, his eyes glinting and his smile transforming into a smirk He caught the rabbit! A tunnel!? He entered a tunnel, a secret tunnel he never knew of. How could he never have known? He dipped his head, trying to not smack it into the ceiling of the tunnel.
