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Dalma
Guest
This was it, finally- after countless days of aimless travel and watching the sun rise and fall time and time again without yielding- he had made it to the place of sanctuary. Pushing forward slowly on aching legs, his relentless determination and thunderous hope crashing against his chest like a torrent of ocean waves being the catalyst of his drive. He had no worries left lingering in the crevices of his mind- a mind which now felt all the more clear as he closed the gap between the past and the future- that this was undoubtedly a new beginning, his fate set in stone the moment he was left marooned on uncharted shores meeting those trackless seas beyond.
He had laid in wait for at least another sunrise and sunset before he had resumed his trek onwards, the voice of that alluring feline he had met shortly beforehand echoing through his tattered ears- a warning not to come, something that was not heeded in the slightest- it had fallen on deaf ears. Surely, it could not be as unsavory as the stranger had eluded to, not if he himself willingly traversed back to the very place of which he spoke so negatively of. Those words uttered by one unfamiliar was the catalyst of his journey, and the wind would guide his paws the remainder of the way, to safety.
A large tree which towered above all the others within its vicinity was an indication of his close proximity now- though this was information unbeknownst to him, relying on the implication of life through scent alone to instruct him where and when to allow his pace to slow and falter. The smell of pine wood, sap, and the warmth of passing bodies nestled heavily within every crevice of brush and leaf, seeping into the very earth itself. He was unfamiliar with the way of this world, of the lives in which these strange cats lived and co-existed as one- he did not realize that an eager stride could mean life or death for most. This would reveal itself in the form of him crossing the border by his own means, though not very far- for once his full frame crossed onto SkyClan's haven, he remained still, the air suddenly split with the sound of rapidly approaching paw steps, the impact of their pads causing the ground to rumble with their repetitive rhythm, growing steadily more intense the closer they came.
He had laid in wait for at least another sunrise and sunset before he had resumed his trek onwards, the voice of that alluring feline he had met shortly beforehand echoing through his tattered ears- a warning not to come, something that was not heeded in the slightest- it had fallen on deaf ears. Surely, it could not be as unsavory as the stranger had eluded to, not if he himself willingly traversed back to the very place of which he spoke so negatively of. Those words uttered by one unfamiliar was the catalyst of his journey, and the wind would guide his paws the remainder of the way, to safety.
A large tree which towered above all the others within its vicinity was an indication of his close proximity now- though this was information unbeknownst to him, relying on the implication of life through scent alone to instruct him where and when to allow his pace to slow and falter. The smell of pine wood, sap, and the warmth of passing bodies nestled heavily within every crevice of brush and leaf, seeping into the very earth itself. He was unfamiliar with the way of this world, of the lives in which these strange cats lived and co-existed as one- he did not realize that an eager stride could mean life or death for most. This would reveal itself in the form of him crossing the border by his own means, though not very far- for once his full frame crossed onto SkyClan's haven, he remained still, the air suddenly split with the sound of rapidly approaching paw steps, the impact of their pads causing the ground to rumble with their repetitive rhythm, growing steadily more intense the closer they came.
