This is like my real life. I moved from New Zealand 2 years ago, and I came to USA. Then I went to travel (In Asia and Hong Kong, etc) to know the places of the world and appreciate what I have. Really. I'm serious. THINKING TOO MUCH... ARG! (Read my profile, and it will explain that last exclamation)
Prologue
"Evening of Singing Winds," Billow complained. "You're no fun now that you are always thinking of Windclan. What if Clouddapple doesn't pick you up? Why are you moving away from the tribe? It is awesome here!"
"Unless you count getting carried away from hawks and falling from a gorge," Evening replied tartly to her brother. She was still thinking about moving to Windclan, where her mother's sister was there. She was Clouddapple, formerly Clouds Dappling the Sky, but when some Windclan cats traveled this far, she went with them. Evening's mother was Spectrum From a Nearby River, and she was just sleeping from the shade of a tree, away from the caves. There were no dangers left from the clan, like the notorious Sharptooth or the group of rogues that attacked so long ago, about 4 generations.
The fall of the giant boulder was predicted, and no cat was hurt, though it did impact their environment; now they coudn't bathe there anymore! And in the 'winters', many froze, not to death, but it was bad enough the most cats developed stiff joints at a young age. Evening had stiff joints, too, like Gust of Feathered Winds, who was only a kitten!
"I just thought..." Evening began, (Billow rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "You always think too much.") "that is would be a good experience, you know. I am not the smartest of the tribe (But in real life, this was true when I was in NZ, but I moved to USA and now I study like mad and I'm pretty (*cough* more than many, many, others of my age in some schools, that is, *cough*) smart.) Then I will be more experienced, hands-on, and will be an even more of a thinker! But I don't think that Windclan will be a good place. The Tribe is way better."
Billow groaned and butted his sister's flank. "But I'll be bored! And you think too much already!" he wined and repeated.
"Go play with Crisp, then!" she retorted gently. Evening would be bored without Billow, but it was worth it. Suddenly, there was a loud noise as a cat cried out. Both of the littermates' heads snapped to the noise, expecting a great calamity to disturb the normal calm day, but it was something else. Petal, another tribe cat, shouted, "Clouddapple has arrived!"
That made the tips of Evening's toes and tail slacken. She didn't want to go, not really. But it will be educational, she reminded herself. A gray head popped up and Evening gave her brother a last nudge. They will leave as soon as possible.