Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Run.

Feet pounded on the grasses, and those were waving wildly in the wind. The moon shone dully over the field, turning the grasses silver instead of gold like they would be during the day. A girl, of about sixteen years of age, ran with the wind. Her long strides gave her the tiniest advantage over those following her, and she only hoped it would be enough. And yet, why was she not shot down yet? That was the only thing that she could even think of. That one thought was dismissed easily, she not caring to find out why. And so, across the wide field, she ran, heading for a hill in the distance, the only place where she could be safe.
Lucia was her name, and she had been heading secretly for the hilltop for a long time, crossing the country, sneaking through cities, and fending for her own. She had heard of the place, but most of her 'friends' (few they were) dismissed it as a legend. It was far enough to be one. But she had no other hope. Nothing else to live for. What was the point of hiding and hiding and just waiting to be caught? Of course, the best part was, that those behind her seemed to be confused as to where she was going. Could they not see the haven, the warm lights spilling onto the hillside, the one place where the government couldn't get her? Of course, it was also founded by the government, but not a main section. Mainly private donors. In fact, it seemed as if her haven had been founded with the lie that it was part of the government. Or was it really? Maybe the government just liked chasing frightened children in their spare time.
Lucia cared not for hiding, or for blending in anymore. And so she let her hood fly off of her head, and let her fox ears trail in the wind. If the men behind her didn't know that she was a 'gifted' by now, well, they were quite stupid. She stretched her strides even more, her legs barely touching the ground, she herself almost flying over the grasses.

Faster. Faster!
Then she reached the hill, and was forced to slow down, or at least shorten her strides. She could not run up the hill as fast as she had run over the field, but she still had an advantage over the men. They were burdened, she was quick; They had not lived alone, in the unforgiving wild, she had. And so, she pushed onward, and heard the men cursing as she climbed higher, escaping their grasp like a slippery fish.

Almost there!
Lucia reached the hilltop and again sprinted, using up the last of her dwindling energy. She leaped onto the stair of the "Metahuman Protection Center," whatever that meant. She didn't care. She just knew that 'metahuman' referred to her, and that they would help her. Not sparing the time to knock, she reached the doors and kicked them open.
"I'm safe...safe....finally...safe." She panted, sliding down to the floor, leaning against the wall, breathing deeply. Who would find her now? What would the place be like? She didn't much care. It had to be better than what she had been living for her whole life. It just had to.


Ooc: Whooo, long post. xD Sorry bout it, but I think you might like it o3o