a mid-afternoon //run// +open+

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Sure, it was raining. That had never stopped Lilypaw before. She was very clearly aware of the wet drops that hit her pelt, soaking through her thin layers of fur and trying, it seemed, to stop her. She was too stubborn and determined for something as little as a downpour to keep her from doing what she loved. Today, she had decided, was about sprinting. She wanted to run for ages, but did not - her new apprentice responsibility talking - want to get sick.

So she was exerting herself by racing, straining herself to go faster. She wasn't going through distances and exploring as she usually did; instead she retraced the same pawsteps over and over, training her legs to take more and more explosive strides. She ran around and across the field, controlling her breath so that she wouldn't pant too much. It was something almost no cats ever did - run in pointless circles and lines. But Lilypaw needed to get out her energy and this was better than nothing. Besides, she didn't remember a day that she hadn't gone for a run - rain or shine.