[Moths.]

So I think i need one more entry... Anyway, this is Thistle

Gender:Female
Breed: 1/2 tabby, 4/6 Scottish fold, 2/6 unknown mixed breeds
Profession:Youngest warrior in Rainclan; also secretly studies elemental magic

Prompt:
The sky was green; that was supposed to be some sort of omen. But what? Thistles thoughts whispered. She racked her brain, trying to remember all her training, but frankly, her brain was too foggy to remember now. After all, it was only dawn... The Dawn of Green! Of course! There had been a prophesy, one about trees and sky and Dawn of Green and all that. She hadn't understood it at the time, and her teacher, the long-retired, anciant warrior, told her that that was just how prophesies were. Then he went away, after stopping to scratch his torn ear. Thistle had been so young back then. And now it was happening?! she kept going, towards the planning cave. Throughout the war meeting, she was distracted by the sky. Focus, Thistle. The information of where the Enemy clan was going to attack was passed down by a spy who had given up their everyday life to "become" one of Energyclan. So they're going to take the temple. Not on my watch they aren't. Thistle, how many warriors do we have stationed as guards right now? The general asked. Thistle snapped out of her thoughts.