One Lucky Cat (open for all)

 Trotting the moorland Raindapple lengthened her stride into a confident run. The weather was a perfect mix of Leaf-bare and New-leaf. Although there were still patches of snow here and there, for the most part it was the flattened grass of her homeland, while the sky was clear and the sun was out. A crisp breeze wrapped itself around her, filling her with new found energy. She was feeling happy, content and care-free since becoming deputy. As she neared the heart of her territory, and camp, she slowly slowed to a walk, wanting to delay the return of her duties as much as possible. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy being deputy, she loved it every moment, she just doubted herself and her abilities. There were so many doubters that she felt like she had the weight of her clan on her shoulders. However, she knew that this feeling would only multiply when she eventually became leader. Raindapple stopped at the top of a hill near her camp, enjoying the view of the moorland. The other clans couldn't understand why they preferred to live in the open, but moments like this reminded her of how lucky they were. The Highpeak stood off in the distance, it's white peak the only dark smudge in the clear blue sky. White clouds dotted the canvas like tiny sheep that were found grazing in Windclan territory. Closer she could see the river that roared with melting snow water as it curved it's way through Riverclan and Thunderclan territory. Yes, she was definitely a lucky cat.