Harsh winds ravaged the trees that surrounded Prairieclan's camp. The grass swayed with the wind, bare branches creaking. They threatened the camp, almost like they'd fall in and crush someone at any time.



Privetpaw was watching those same branches with weary eyes. They swayed with the wind, colliding with one another in such a way that Privetpaw couldn't help but compare it to a battle. While the youthful apprentice had never been in a real fight before, the branches reminded them of training. The way the cat's jaws clamped down on each other. Privetpaw could have sworn they saw the arms of their clanmates clashing the same way the branches were doing now.



The thought was giving Privetpaw anxiety. Only 11 moons prior, war had raged on, threatening the livelihood of each clan. Privetpaw wasn't personally involved, but they knew about their mother—a molly who had fled Ridgeclan to Prarieclan's meadows for shelter. The clan soon found her and brought her to their camp, offering permanent refuge for her and the unborn kits in her belly. She would never forget their kindness, not until her dying breath only a moon later when she grew weak from labor and joined Starclan.



Privetpaw was the only kit that survived the harsh labor, and even then, they were born disabled. With the inability to hear acute sounds, Privetpaw struggled to find their place in the clan. Still, they made an effort. They were constantly seeking out companionship from their clanmates. A few apprentices joined hands with Privetpaw in the name of friendship. However, they felt too anxious to interact with any of said friends.



Hoping for a remedy to cure their increased heart rate, Privetpaw gathered and headed for the medicine den. They glanced around for Maplefrost, or perhaps even his apprentice, Vulturepaw.

300 Words, Hope this suffices for a starter! Sorry it’s so short, I’m still getting back into the groove.