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Location: Somewhere in one of the Mountain Clans after maybe the Springclan, Summerclan, Swiftclan feast? So I guess a Swift, Summer, or Spring cat could answer this.
Batseeker walked away from the gathering of cats. His stomach was full from a fish that a Summerclan warrior had brought to the feast. The fish reminded him of the prey he used to catch back when he lived in Waterclan. It felt strange to see some of his former clanmates living amongst the Springclan and Summerclan warriors. They seemed almost content with their new homes. But with the three clans gathered in one place it made the tom claustrophobic, so when he thought no one was looking he slipped away. To go explore the surround territory, and to get a feel of what his old clan mates new home was like. His first target was finding a tree.
Condorstrike was feeling overwhelmed by the gathering of cats. He had recently joined SummerClan after his family fell apart and he knew he wasn't ready to see everyone else, but he'd gone anyway; he didn't know SwiftClan was going to show up, didn't know how much of a slap in the face it would be to see his old friends again. He'd grown up in WaterClan and close Phoenixriver's family; his brother had been a leader and mates with Thunderstorm, Dragonguard had been his best friend, Tinybreath his apprentice. When his parents split up he'd started to see the other family as his own, and it hurt to see them again after all this time, knowing they must hate him for leaving them.
He left the group in a hurry with his head down, slinking away with a guilty heart. He hadn't made it far when his aimless wandering took him across Batseeker's path, and he froze, looking at him with wide eyes. He swallowed hard, wondering if the dark-furred tom even remembered him.
