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Snowbunny's tail was lowered as he walked into the Black Market. There were plenty of strange smells and loud unexpected noises he couldn't pin to any creature he'd ever heard before. The white tom lived a sheltered life, he had been born in the Regime, a kingdom that stuck to themselves. Then when he was later captured by WinterClan they were equally reserved. He explored many lands secretly, but never the concrete jungle, there wasn't any game to hunt out this way.
The tom had moppy long sheepdog fur blocking out his lightning green eyes with light traces of ginger freckles across his cheeks. Because of his white fur he stood out easily against the grey backdrop. Normally he wouldn't even consider going all the way out here, but this is where he heard Cadet Louella ran off to.
He'd recognize the voice, but not the face. Louella had grown up a lot since they had last seen enough other tom. A young woman now, she looked beautifully proportionate, her long legs and narrow face matching her slim body and wispy tabby fur.
And then there were the scars.
Zion would recognize their placement right away as akin to Xuxa's, although they had received proper medical treatment right away, rendering them slimmer and less noticeable, especially where her fur was longest. But there was no hiding the scores across her muzzle and similar wounds all over he face and forepaws. She'd been brutally tortured, that much was clear, as a result she seemed more guarded.
"What in the world are you doing so far from the mountain?!" She was smirking more than she was smiling but she had a playful light in her baby blue eyes, she was happy to see him, "You big fuzz-ball!"
"Ca- Louella!" He said in surprise watching the she-cat walk out of the shadows towards him. He couldn't stop looking at her from her scars, long powerful legs, sleek pelt, she had grown up so much. There was an undeniable pride he had for keeping her as safe as he could in WinterClan. He should have taken the hint from that. Staring at smirking face he teared up and pressed his face into her shoulder, embracing her, "You were right... I messed up. I shouldn't have joined WinterClan." He whispered, already feeling a large lump his throat and he let out a single sob, "I'm sorry," He said, his voice slightly raspy from the sobs caught in his throat.
