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[attr="class","reasonbod"]whiterunner blinked, dull and tired eyes, as the high winds kicked up dirt in camp. windclan was quiet, though it was, after all, just before the break of dawn. but, much like the rest of windclan, whiterunner's mind could not stop the intrusive thoughts from dedicating a large section of each day to worries.

whiterunner rested his chin on his paws, wrapping his tail around his body. he sighed from the cold chill that raced down his spine from the breeze. is windclan strong enough? he wondered, his eyes facing straight ahead of him, though not focused on anything in particular. the medicine cat desperately needed an apprentice. she was being run ragged with the sickness that had infected their ranks. whiterunner could do nothing but assist in gathering the few herbs he knew from the times he was left to heal in the medicine cat's den.

what will become of us? whiterunner gulped, his nerves tensing his muscles. the tom squinted as light finally broke over the moor, warming his face and back as the sun's rays touched windclan. time to see if anyone is ready to patrol... he got up, shaking his fur from any loose soil. padding into the burrows that made up camp, he looked around to see who was healthy enough to join him.

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