Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid
Come on baby... And she had no fear
And she ran to him... Then she started to fly
— Blue Öyster Cult, "(Don't Fear) The Reaper"
To WindClan, their ancestors live in the sky and run on the moors. Their spirits are the wind rushing beside them. WindClan cats puff out their chests with pride, their ancestors run with them into battle, are present in the hunt, watch over the camp. They are always connected, no matter where they are.
