A sleek black cat streaks past the tall oak, the forest floor a blur. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and there was a flash of light - a storm was on it's way. She stops suddenly, her ears pricked and scenting..enemy clan!
"Attack!"
In the blink of an eye, cats are swarming everywhere locked in a vicious battle of fang and claw. There is yowling, screeching, wails and cries as blood is shed. The cat is bowled over and in a swift movement the two pelts are locked in battle, tumbling across the decaying leaves and sending moist earth flying to StarClan and back. Teeth are flashing in the dim moonlight, a cry splits the air as the white tom is pinned beneath the she-cat's unsheathed claws, a look of pure satisfaction wiped across her face as the clouds break and transparent droplets fall, soaking her pelt..

"Shakra!"
The inky black she-cat jumped up, shaking her head wildly to shake the sleep away. Her yellow eyes are blinking in to focus, ready to jump straight back in to battle - but she was just in the barn, with her sisters just peering at her inqusitivley with their whiskers twitching. Shakra huffed and shook the hay from her pelt as her mother entered the barn.

"Do hurry, Shakra!" she called through a mouthful of mice. She was a dark grey and small cat, once a house cat but forced to live alone and raise her three kits. Mimi was mother to Shakra, Pepper and Pip and treated them like kits - despite them being almost adults now.

"Mimi!" she cried as her mother tried to wash being her ears, leaping away with a look of disgust on her face. "I'm not a kit anymore! If I was in the Clans, I'd be a warrior! I'm-"

"Shakra, that is enough! We must getting going on our morning walk. It is important for us to get our exercise!" Shakra huffed, following her mother and two siblings out of the barn. Shakra tried telling Pip and Pepper all about the warriors who lived in the forest, but they were not at all interested. Pepper, who thought she was always right just gave her sister a sideways look.
"The 'clans' don't exist, mouse-brain. Why on earth would cats want to live in constant danger, fighting for not reason whatsoever!"

The black she-cat's whiskeres twitched irritably. Trust Pepper to come up with an answer like that. "They do exist, actually. Ravenpaw was going to be made a warrior soon! But he had an evil mentor who was plotting against the whole Clan! Come on, don't tell me you would turn down a life of adventure?"

Pepper fluffed her pelt out, shaking her head like Shakra had bees in her brain. "No way! No cat would! Unless they ate a bit of rotten vole, of course."
She turned her nose up at her sister, turning to the smallest sibling - Pip, who just stood there nervously. "Right Pip?"
The small dark grey she-cat just shrugged and ran to catch up with their mother, avoiding getting involved with another one of Pepper and Shakra's arguments.

"Just 'cause not all cats are mousehearts like you!" Shakra snarled, digging her claws in to the earth and confronting her sister with fury. Pepper just flicked her tail in annoyance as she always did when anyone tried to prove her wrong.
"Well atleast I don't get dragged in to silly little kit stories!"

Shakra bristled further, ears lying flat on her skull as her heroes were belittled, but said no more. No real warrior would like mouse-brained words upset her. The rest of their walk was in an awkward silence, with the two siblings at a constant glare-war with eachother and it seemed to drag on forever. At last they arrived at the garden wall before the barn, where she met Ravenpaw every other sun-high.

"Were here! Can I go now?"

Mimi looked concerned, turning to face her daughter with confusion clouding her eyes. "If this tom is putting all this in your head, I will not be happy.. I don't think it's the best idea.." Pepper sniggered. "But, I did promise..so I guess I have to let you go. Ok, go ahead. But be careful!"

Shakra mewed her goodbyes, giving Pepper an extra special smirk as she walked off. The older she-cat gave a 'hmph' and turned tail, stalking back to the barn. And then she was a blur of black, leaping athleticly over the grey wall and landing neatly. She darted through the tall grass, imagining she was a ThunderClan cat sneaking up on a WindClan patrol, ready to attack.

"If only I were a Clan cat.." she murmured as she went, pushing through the fronds. "I would most certainly have a bigger adventure than a morning walk!"