A/N: Hey, I finally got a couple requests on this story so I figured I might as well submit them. Happy reading! Don't forget to review and add your cats to my list.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does.
This one is about Heathertail for those who can't figure it out.
Freedom
Windclan. The best clan there is. Where warriors run over the hills of grass and feel the streaming air in their pelt. The satisfaction of sinking their claws into a rabbit and feeling it go limp so you can feed your clan tonight. Where it's okay to be who you want to be, as long as you're loyal.
Loyalty is such a strong word. I knew since I was just a kit that I was a loyal Windclan cat, no matter what. Rain, snow, sunshine, or hail, I would always be there to support my clan. Unconditionally. Like having a mate…with a bunch of cats…okay not the best analogy but you get what I mean.
Then I became an apprentice and Crowfeather took me out onto the moors and I felt a since of freedom. I climbed to the top of the hill and felt wind surge through my fur and saw the flowers dancing down below and the birds flying high and I felt like I was higher than a leader, higher than all the clans…higher than Starclan! Then Crowfeather called me back and we returned to the clan.
I was always known as the pretty, loyal, Windclan she-cat. I knew in my heart, even as I purred in confirmation at the words, I knew that I wanted to be free. Free of all the duties that were given to me. Free of all the clan codes and battles. I wanted to be like the birds I saw, and fly into the sky, never look back! I wanted to dance to the wind like the flowers did and never have to worry about anyone clawing my tail. I suppose that's why I fell for Lionblaze, Lionpaw at the time though.
Lionblaze was a new adventure for me, when we met I could be me! I could make up random no-sense laws for the warrior code when we played clan. I could do anything I wanted to, because when I was with him, I was free. He didn't laugh the night I told him about my dreams of dancing like flowers or flying like birds. He purred and wound his tail with mine, telling me that I could do anything I wanted, and I believed him…oh Lionblaze…
The night Hollypaw found us I knew that it was over. I could never see Lionblaze again, at least, not like this. He begged and pleaded with me, but it was me who wanted to be free. It was me. Not him, he needed to be loyal to his clan, his destiny was to stay with the clan.
So much happened after that and before I knew it, he couldn't look at me without raising his hackles. As he purred and mooned over Cinderheart, I smiled sadly and let Breezepelt brush my pelt with his own. I'm sure that that gray she-cat, Cinderheart, didn't know what she had. She didn't just have his love, she had a chance at freedom. A chance I let slip through my paws. I thought, just maybe, Breezepelt would be as tender as Lionheart was when I told him about my dreams. Instead, the black-cat laughed in my face and mockingly stumbled around, pretending to dance, and I laughed with him. Then he spat in my face that he wasn't sure about where my loyalties were, and how he was going to tell Onestar that I was a traitor for wanting more. I had chased after him and told him I lied. He was mad, but he didn't tell Onestar, and I was still the loyal windclan she-cat.
After that I never went out onto the hills and watched the flowers and birds. I stayed in the camp and only went out when I had to. Breezepelt and Crowfeather kept a careful eye on me, but I didn't blame them, what kind of loyal cat says she wants to be free? Not one. So I did my duties carefully and swiftly, working more diligently then I ever had to prove my loyalty. But one day…I might just return to the hills and watch the flowers dance just once more before I go to Starclan. But not now. Now, I am a loyal windclan cat.
