The say the cold winds blow from the mountains and chill the hearts of ShadowClan.

My name is Wind and I was born in the mountains, with a pathetic group of cats that called themselves the Tribe of Rushing Water. I left as soon as I was old enough and found where I was truly meant to be. The Tribe did not treat me badly, I just wasn't pure Tribe, as my mother was a rogue who came to give birth and then left straight after, leaving me behind. I hated the stares, the whispers, the feeling that I would never truly belong. That is why I left and I have never regretted my decision.

Except for now, when I heard about ShadowClan, and felt a strange tugging in my heart, almost like I was being pulled to home. My home is in the mountains though and that is where it will always be. Unless I just went to look, maybe. I mean, I know where my real home is, it is in a cave in the side of a mountain, which I share with no other. I stay there, all alone, until hunger drives me to look for food. I love my life, really. It is just sometimes I wish things could be different.

I curl up and try to get to sleep, wishing with all my heart I had never heard those words. It doesn't matter, anyway. I have made up my mind. ShadowClan will be my new home now.