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In an unusual turn of events for the fiery SunClan warrior, Forsworn slunk across what loosely smelled like the border. His fur was singed in places and his shoulder aches from a healing wound. He was in a bit of a rough shape after the attack on SunClan. Now that the clan was temporarily sheltering in MoonClan he slipped away to take care of something that he hadn’t realized was bothering him. In an effort to become a good SunClan warrior he had distanced himself from the rest of his family that was not in his new clan. Of course his SunClan family was not all that welcoming. Forsworn had realized that when his mother faces him in battle and did not seem effected by it at all. Of course she let him go when he realized her couldn’t fight her. But it was just tugging at his mind that she most likely did not have any maternal feelings at all.
So now he was here to visit his uncle and find out where his father was at. Forsworn knew that Dragonguard was now a kittypet but did not know where exactly. Plus SwiftClan held a lot of former WaterClan cats and that meant he would be able to connect with family. Family was all he really wanted right now and SunClan was not offering any of that.
Chim was hunting nearby, examining the strange waxy-leaved bushes around him in hopes that one would part its leaves and reveal some prey waiting beneath. He wasn't having much luck when he glanced up and spotted one of the scouts signaling an intruder nearby. Suppressing a sigh, the ginger tom headed over to investigate.
He ducked through the foliage and wove around the sparse trees until he could see the burned tom approaching, and the leader's face fell into a frown. He was a SunClan cat, then: even if the scent wasn't obvious enough, Chimerastar had heard about the fire from his medicine cat, who had attended the fighting. "You look like you've seen better days," he mused, sweeping the tom without recognition in his gaze. "Come to find a nice place to sleep a few nights?"
Forsworn had vague memories of his uncle, it had been sometime since the two had been face to face. Forsworn had been a young warrior when he moved to SunClan. Somehow he managed to keep his original name, possibly due to pity over the destruction of his former home. Regardless of that the grey and ginger face was unmistakable. “It’s me, Forsworn, your nephew.” The words felt strange, almost like he wasn’t sure that he spoke the truth. He stopped a tail length away, not sure how the SwiftClan leader felt about SunClan cats right now. Frankly Forsworn wasn’t sure how he felt about SunClan, it was an odd place with a strange god he didn’t believe in.
“I’m looking for family, I realized that I had no true family in SunClan.” He shrugged like it was nothing though he truthfully was quite upset about it. The ginger tom was the stereotypical image of a male, emotionally stunted and uncomfortable with feelings. Yet he was trying his best, even if that so far had been giving him mixed results.
Chim blinked and recognition finally entered his single green eye. He scrutinized the warrior more intently, automatically assessing what shape he was in: he wasn't as thin as the leader, though he was scratched up and singed, and even from here Chim could taste the acrid scent of burned fur on his tongue.
"Well, I suppose you've come to the right place then." Chim allowed the barest hint of a smile to cross his features. Forsworn had a lot of family in SwiftClan. "Come on, let's get you back to camp. You might want to tidy up first, as much as you can; if Tinybreath thinks you're injured, she won't let you go a single step without her fussing over you." His sister would hit him if she heard Chim say that. "We're still moving camps, so don't count on the prey pile being full. New territory and all that, takes some time to get used to."
Forsworn was happy to hear that no only was his uncle here but apparently several other family members. He seemed to relax slightly, the calm and almost corpse-like attitude of Chimerastar was a welcome relief to the hellfire and damnation of SunClan. This was what he had grown used to a leader acting, doing what was needed but not influencing any ounce of their warriors personal life. Perhaps this is what he needed, Forsworn was a mess lately. A stay with his uncle would be a welcome break, even if it would be with a clan that moved so often and rarely had an excess of food.
“That is more than fine, our latest leader set SunClan on fire again. I think this is the fourth time I can recall.” He mused dryly. At least it wasn’t like the flood that had destroyed his first home. At this rate it was only time before he experienced an earthquake and a tornado, maybe a good hurricane thrown in there for good measure. A little starvation would at least be something that he knew how to handle and could be fixed.
Chim chuckled mirthlessly. “You’ll find far less fire here but far more Firetooth. I don’t know if you can really consider that an upgrade.” Chim made it very clear that he didn’t trust his medicine cat anymore, but the whole clan seemed to think he was just joking and that the two were the best of friends or even more. “Avoid him and you’ll do just fine. He’s the medicine cat.”
“I should be okay, I know the basics.” Forsworn had always been a bit suspicious of medicine cats. Who knows what they were trying to do. So he learned first aid from his mother when she was in a good mood. It was enough that he probably would not die if he was seriously injured, but it would be great. “As long as this place doesn’t roast me alive I’ll take it.” This would be his third clan, which compared to other SwiftClan cats it would be normal, but others might see him as wishy-washy. But he was just following his family, or at least his paternal family. Maternal family was a whole mess he did not want to deal with anymore, he wasn’t even sure how many siblings he had.
