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How long had it been since the day he had lost his twoleg owner? Was the monster still there roaming their former stone den as if it were now his own? The thoughts had plagued him all the more as of late and eventually he could shun them no longer. He needed to see his former home once more, even if it meant facing his fears. Even if it risked him running into the clutches of the evil twoleg male.
Bearheart had set off early that day, offering some 'goodbyes, ciya laters' to any he passed as he set off on a solitary journey to twolegplace. Even after so many moons he still remembered the way there, and as he approached the tall fence he picked his way towards that of the loose plank. Pushing past it was certainly easier now than what it had once been, though he was certainly slimmer than his former self. The garden he was greeted with was unkept and strewn with hazards in the form of gardening equipment and other rubbish. Clearly no care had been devoted to the place. Bearheart was certainly disappointed.
Slowly he picked his way through until he was able to reach the sliding glass rear door to the property. The scents were weak and he knew then and there that no one inhabited the den anymore. Just where had the foul twoleg gone? Hopefully straight into a grave if StarClan had any sway in the fates. "At least he's gone."
How long had it been since the day he had lost his twoleg owner? Was the monster still there roaming their former stone den as if it were now his own? The thoughts had plagued him all the more as of late and eventually he could shun them no longer. He needed to see his former home once more, even if it meant facing his fears. Even if it risked him running into the clutches of the evil twoleg male.
Bearheart had set off early that day, offering some 'goodbyes, ciya laters' to any he passed as he set off on a solitary journey to twolegplace. Even after so many moons he still remembered the way there, and as he approached the tall fence he picked his way towards that of the loose plank. Pushing past it was certainly easier now than what it had once been, though he was certainly slimmer than his former self. The garden he was greeted with was unkept and strewn with hazards in the form of gardening equipment and other rubbish. Clearly no care had been devoted to the place. Bearheart was certainly disappointed.
Slowly he picked his way through until he was able to reach the sliding glass rear door to the property. The scents were weak and he knew then and there that no one inhabited the den anymore. Just where had the foul twoleg gone? Hopefully straight into a grave if StarClan had any sway in the fates. "At least he's gone."