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Ashenflight moved through the Bloodclan's territory slowly, before starting to head back to the camp. His ears flicked back and forth as he looked about him. He missed the warm sun beating down on his back, he missed the cool breeze drifted about the air. He wanted warmth, and there was one way to get it, something that Ashenflight loved to do. Run. Ashenflight's entire body was built for speed, from the long legs to the light thin body.

Besides longing for a run Ashenflight longed for a good hunt. He wanted something to try out his skills. A challenge would be something welcome. It had been to long since something had happened. The territories and clans had been quite, peaceful. Opening his mouth to hope for a scent of prey he tasted the air. His paws went still on the ground. There was a scent on the air, but it was not prey's. It was a cats. Turning towards the source he lowered on his haunches, ready to pounce if needed. The shadows were dark, but not dark enough to hide the figure that hide within. "Come out." He hissed slightly. If he had not been so caught off guard by the sudden scent of the cat, or the prospect that he had been watched this whole time without being detected, he would have paid more attention to the other clues the scent gave at who was before him.

Ashenflight's heart sank when he saw who it was, the leader of Bloodclan. She was known for being lawless, cruel, and heartless. Even though Ashenflight had been a part of Bloodclan for a little while now, he sometimes had a hard time putting up with her. Her words didn't help. He usually just avoided her, and the rest of them by going out and wandering among the trees. Hissing he kept himself in a guarded position, but came up from the crouch. "You know better Foxy. I am a member of Bloodclan now, just as you. I would have thought you would have forgotten my past by now."

Ashenflight had never forsaken his warrior name he had earned in his past clan, Windclan. He had been a young warrior when the Windclan had been taken off the land, and his heart had been bitter towards the leader. Why had all this harm happened to his clan, where was Starclan when they needed them the most? Why hadn't the leader stopped it or done more to prevent the destruction of the clan. These thoughts poisoned his mind and it didn't take long before he had gone to Bloodclan and helped him destroy his own clan. He was a traitor, that is why he didn't go for sanctuary to any of the other clans if he could have. How could he have know that he had sold himself to the "devil". The warrior code that he had once detested now was something he missed. All of his honor was lost, and it didn't seem like he would ever get it back. So he clung to the one thing that attached him to his past life and to the memories of the cats he once knew. His name was the one scrap of honor he had left. It suited him, his life was in ashes now, and he had taken flight instead of fighting and dying with the rest.

The rest of the Bloodclan could never let him forget his past. It was a constant point to tease him. "But I suppose you are to cold hearted to do that aren't you?" He hissed again and lay his ears flat on his head. He decided to try his own hand at riling her up for once. "What are you doing lurking in the shadows? Shouldn't the leader of the mighty Bloodclan be doing something more important? Where you waiting on prey to appear in the dead of winter or is this cold making your paws lazy?"