You feel the grass beneath your paws, the wind in your fur, the prey in your claws and the blood in your teeth. You revel in the presence of Clanmates and worship under the eyes of StarClan.

Or perhaps you don’t. Perhaps you care only for yourself, a rogue in the wilds, chased by those who claim territory.

You may even be a kit. Born to heal, lead, serve or destroy. This is what it is to be a warrior.

It’s all your choice.

NOTE: remember these are cats, dont be weird <3