Mistedblaze sprang into the dip swiftly. Without a leader or medicine cat, windclan would need to be as strong as possible if it were to survive, so she needed to start some extra training! She sprang at an imajinary cat, sliding away from fake claws and springing over it. She clawed at the cat and it fell over. Pushing hard with her claws extended, the cat went spliding across the grass, vanishing into thin air. Mistedblaze fell onto her back panting. This was what it would be like untill they found a leader? Not to mention that we would have to ignore our wounds and our sicknesses untill a medicine cat was choosen!
