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When he came here, when he looked out from the nearby hills and looked upon SwiftClan's new settlement, something stirred in his soul. It wasn't longing, wasn't wanting; it felt like homesickness, like he missed this place that was never his home. He'd never lived here, among these cats, or ever even pretended to be one of them when he was here, though nobody would have noticed the difference since cats tended to come and go as they pleased. But somehow, SwiftClan was still his home away from home, the one that had his family but never his heart.
Pressing his guilt back for the moment, he closed the rest of distance between him and the fairgrounds, as usual sweeping his bright gaze towards the impressive structures. Even in his time as a rogue, he'd never seen anything like the places his pseudo-clan found to live. He moved slowly around the area, searching out his father or one of his siblings, but the cat stepped into his path was neither of this, startling the SummerClan deputy nearly out of his fur. "Ack! Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to almost run into ya," he crowed, flicking an ear.
Post by complacentdevil on Sept 26, 2021 16:20:58 GMT -5
The large tom stopped in his tracks as a flash of black came across the corner of his eye. He blinked, slowly once, and then a second time before he could adjust to see what what before him. It was another cat, of course, because Heavypetal couldn't get a break from the endless appearance of odd cats. He sighed inwardly, though kept a small, stoic smile on his muzzle. "No worries," he grumbled, his tone less angry than it was exasperated. With all the extra work Cradlegrave was putting on him, and also the endless stream of nightmares he and his clan mates had, it was hard to get some proper rest. It was only after his nose slowly recognized that the cat before him wasn't of Swiftclan that he raised a brow, stopping in his tracks again, "Whats your name again?" he asked politely, not wanting to scare off any potential new additions that Cradlegrave had found without telling him, of course, but also wanting to keep a watchful eye on any visitors that might be overstaying their welcome.
