- Aug 17, 2022
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Just like the battle, his time in RiverClan's camp is over. As he departs from the dark-furred RiverClanner who'd escorted him back to SkyClan's border, Greenpaw can't help the unease he feels. He's going home, going home, going home. But what will he arrive to, when he steps foot through the brambled entrance and into camp? Destruction? Chaos?
Cicadastar said SkyClan was okay. Said his clan was well. But, what if it wasn't? Even if they'd won, even if they'd warded of WindClan, Greenpaw knows someone could still be hurt. Someone could be dead. His family, his friends. He could have seen them for the last time, before he'd run to get the river cats' aid.
And, it's a long way to walk, in this weather. Too cold and windy for any cat to be out, snow blowing every which way.A long way to dwell on the fate of his home, the success of his own actions.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, he reminds himself, over and over again. The battle is done, the danger is over. Everything would be okay.
His pace picks up as he nears camp, orange and white paws breaking out in a run. So much running, today - Greenpaw doesn't know if he should be doing much more. But, his home is near, and he cannot waste much more time, cannot bear being away from it much longer. The tom finally reaches it, finally steps through the brambles and, oh.
Oh. This doesn't look okay. It doesn't look as bad as he'd imagined but looks worse than what he'd hoped.
He stands at the entrance, eyes wide at the destruction. Senseless, stupid, WindClan was for invading his home, for destroying the safety of the walls built around it. Walls could be rebuilt though. His clanmates, however...
"Mom?" he calls out, ears flat against his head as he frantically looks for the calico warrior, for his family. "Butterfly?" He takes a step forward, heart beating out of his chest.
"Snowy? Vi? Figgy?" He lists off his siblings, one by one, as his viridian gaze searches through the rubble. What if...?
No. They had to be okay. They had to. Cicadastar said so.
"Anyone?"
Cicadastar said SkyClan was okay. Said his clan was well. But, what if it wasn't? Even if they'd won, even if they'd warded of WindClan, Greenpaw knows someone could still be hurt. Someone could be dead. His family, his friends. He could have seen them for the last time, before he'd run to get the river cats' aid.
And, it's a long way to walk, in this weather. Too cold and windy for any cat to be out, snow blowing every which way.A long way to dwell on the fate of his home, the success of his own actions.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, he reminds himself, over and over again. The battle is done, the danger is over. Everything would be okay.
His pace picks up as he nears camp, orange and white paws breaking out in a run. So much running, today - Greenpaw doesn't know if he should be doing much more. But, his home is near, and he cannot waste much more time, cannot bear being away from it much longer. The tom finally reaches it, finally steps through the brambles and, oh.
Oh. This doesn't look okay. It doesn't look as bad as he'd imagined but looks worse than what he'd hoped.
He stands at the entrance, eyes wide at the destruction. Senseless, stupid, WindClan was for invading his home, for destroying the safety of the walls built around it. Walls could be rebuilt though. His clanmates, however...
"Mom?" he calls out, ears flat against his head as he frantically looks for the calico warrior, for his family. "Butterfly?" He takes a step forward, heart beating out of his chest.
"Snowy? Vi? Figgy?" He lists off his siblings, one by one, as his viridian gaze searches through the rubble. What if...?
No. They had to be okay. They had to. Cicadastar said so.
"Anyone?"
// greenpaw's return! this takes place after the battle between windclan and skyclan, and riverclan's own return home! retro to the blizzard, as well!