Disclaimer: I do not own The Maze Runner Trilogy or Warriors.

A/N: These poetic views will end... In Chapter 4. Then, I'll introduce my Clans.


The wind whistling in your hair, there's nothing more amazing.

The thrill of chasing, there's nothing more exciting.

The whisper of the trees, there's nothing more encouraging.

The adrenaline in your brain, there's nothing more alive.

The worn down sandy moor, there's nothing more familiar.

The handled paper maps, there's nothing more useful.

The Chasers tracking you down, I'd rather be anywhere else.

Anywhere.

Have you ever been chased? If not, you don't know how scary it is. It's scary. Real scary. If you think you know scary, you know nothing compared to this. Because we all know, we can't outrun a Chaser.

A Chaser.

The scariest being on Earth as we know it.

Wind Streakers.

Terrorized by the Chaser.

The Chaser.

Like a leopard, but not a leopard.

Like a cheetah, but not a cheetah.

Like a tiger, but not a tiger.

Like a panther, but not a panther.

Like a machine, but not a machine.

Each part of the Chaser, a different animal.

Fast like a cheetah.

But faster.

Sleek and graceful like a leopard.

But more elegant.

Long claws like a tiger.

But longer.

Living in the shadows like a panther.

But deadlier to strike.

Red, glowing eyes like a machine.

But wickeder.

With the speed of a cheetah, the grace of a leopard, the battle instinct of a tiger, the dominance of a lion, the shadowy attitude of a panther, the confidence of an ocelot, the deceiving ways of a house-cat, the adaptation of a bobcat, the climbing and jumping skills of a Caracal Cat, the spirit of a snow leopard, the beauty of a clouded leopard, and the resilience of a cougar.

But so much more.

Because a machine can always kill better than an animal.