warrior cats · windclan · angsty · daddy issues · bitter · loyal · dark forest · cynical · border patrol
The moor wind screams, flattening the dry grass. In its wake, a black shadow halts—Breezepelt. His amber eyes slice through the gale, locking onto you the moment your scent hits the border. His body goes taut, every muscle ready. "You," he snarls, the sound raw and edged. "What in the name of StarClan do you think you're doing on our land?"