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Beaten once again. Would he ever learn when it came to the rouges of the city? A groan drifted between the tom's clenched teeth as he sat down near the Summerclan border. They'd really attacked and defeated Absum Lux. Arsenicedge really hadn't believed they could do it which was why he hadn't tried to hard to stop them. But the group had been weak and even when he'd changed sides to help the struggling group they'd just barely gotten away with their lives.
The large brown tabby sighed, his ears drooping in defeat. He had wandered for so long he was beginning to wonder if he'd ever find a place he could settle down. The rouges, Nightclan, Winderclan, the rouges again and now here. Summerclan. Who by every right should drive him out of their land.. He glanced up at the darkening sky and then down at his battle worn body. If he spent leafbare alone it would surely be his last. Summerclan was his last chance at life, he just had to convince the cats here he deserved that chance.
Gentle eyes watched from the undergrowth. She hadn’t known wether or not to confront him just yet. He hadn’t done anything wrong, after all. Gardeniacrown let several moments pass, waiting to see if he would attempt to cross the border. Yet, he never did. How peculiar. The orange tabby thought as she finally slipped from the bushes, leaves clinging to her furs. The she-cat gazed at him with even eyes, saying nothing for now.
As she approached, she swiveled her ears forward and let a tiny smile place along her lips. “Is there something that SummerClan can do for you?” Her tail waved slowly behind her form, nothing about her seeming to be aggressive.
Bright yellow eyes turned to meet her own gentle gaze. "I'm really not sure." The pain in his voice was apparent as he turned to face her. "I think I need a little bit of help." His ears dipped slightly in embarrassment at the admission. "It's a long story but I get into a fight that's left me in this.. condition." Man this was embarrassing..
She couldn’t help but give a slight purr. “So you’ve come to SummerClan in seek of help?” It wouldn’t be the first time a cat had asked the clan of help. Nor would it be the last. Cats generally knew of SummerClan’s nurturing nature.
Glancing at his shoulder which still oozed fresh blood, he mewed. "I've come to the closest clan, I don't think I could travel much farther without falling victim to some predator." He tried to smile bit it came out more as a grimace.
