"THROWING OUT THAT SHADE FOR A LITTLE BIT OF SUNSHINE"
OOC- this is super retro to shortly before Scorch became leader!
He wasn't sure what to feel as he stood there, looking out at the sprawling grasslands of Windclans Moors. He knew he hadn't been born here, and yet, every memory of his childhood involved this place where the ground and the sky seemed to meet. He could hardly even remember the days before it, when it was just him and his mom.
Sometimes he wondered if she was in her own version of Starclan. If she was looking down on him and watching as he finished the journey on his own, as his paws touched Windclan grass for the first time.
The breeze ruffling the fur on his head and chest seemed to answer his thoughts, and a soft smile found its place on his muzzle.
He wondered if Duskfire was watching with her this time, as he finished the journey and let his paws touch Windclans grass for the first time in over a year.
He couldn't believe it'd taken so long to get back, but to be fair he hadn't exactly just gone for a walk around the block. The dog he'd led off had chased him far, and he'd only escaped because he'd hid out in some twoleg thing where it couldn't reach him– and then that twoleg thing had been loaded into the back of a massive monster and he was taken away. So far away.
A part of him still wasn't sure how he'd managed to find it again. The world was such a bigger place than he'd first realized– beyond that of the moors, and forests, and marshes.
But he was finally home.
His spotted fur was ruffled and lined with scars both old and new, but his large paws were steady as they came to a stop along a familiar scentline, no longer too large for the body they carried. He was used to this by now; days filled with long, arduous travel through unknown terrain. He'd been a drifting loner pretty much this entire time, ever since he escaped the back of the monster and had to find his way back to his clan (from another city mind you). It was a life he might have entertained for longer, had he not already had somewhere he wanted to be.
He couldn't stop the fur along his shoulders from prickling as the smell of the border met his nose his heartbeat kicking up a notch as he was crushed by the nostalgia of border patrols and hunting parties, Trying to pull out anyone specific or familiar. It'd been so long, and the clan hadn't exactly been in good shape thanks to Sootstar when he'd left.
What exactly was he returning home too? And more importantly, would the few faces he wished to see most be there to greet him?
@Periwinklebreeze.
He wasn't sure what to feel as he stood there, looking out at the sprawling grasslands of Windclans Moors. He knew he hadn't been born here, and yet, every memory of his childhood involved this place where the ground and the sky seemed to meet. He could hardly even remember the days before it, when it was just him and his mom.
Sometimes he wondered if she was in her own version of Starclan. If she was looking down on him and watching as he finished the journey on his own, as his paws touched Windclan grass for the first time.
The breeze ruffling the fur on his head and chest seemed to answer his thoughts, and a soft smile found its place on his muzzle.
He wondered if Duskfire was watching with her this time, as he finished the journey and let his paws touch Windclans grass for the first time in over a year.
He couldn't believe it'd taken so long to get back, but to be fair he hadn't exactly just gone for a walk around the block. The dog he'd led off had chased him far, and he'd only escaped because he'd hid out in some twoleg thing where it couldn't reach him– and then that twoleg thing had been loaded into the back of a massive monster and he was taken away. So far away.
A part of him still wasn't sure how he'd managed to find it again. The world was such a bigger place than he'd first realized– beyond that of the moors, and forests, and marshes.
But he was finally home.
His spotted fur was ruffled and lined with scars both old and new, but his large paws were steady as they came to a stop along a familiar scentline, no longer too large for the body they carried. He was used to this by now; days filled with long, arduous travel through unknown terrain. He'd been a drifting loner pretty much this entire time, ever since he escaped the back of the monster and had to find his way back to his clan (from another city mind you). It was a life he might have entertained for longer, had he not already had somewhere he wanted to be.
He couldn't stop the fur along his shoulders from prickling as the smell of the border met his nose his heartbeat kicking up a notch as he was crushed by the nostalgia of border patrols and hunting parties, Trying to pull out anyone specific or familiar. It'd been so long, and the clan hadn't exactly been in good shape thanks to Sootstar when he'd left.
What exactly was he returning home too? And more importantly, would the few faces he wished to see most be there to greet him?
@Periwinklebreeze.
