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When the bear had arrived at camp, she had disappeared from view, obscured by the great presence of the angry ursine and its young cub, presumed to be dead or alive depending on who was asked (if anyone even had). Hours had turned into days, days turned into a long, long week but eventually, the smell of ShadowClan grew stronger than ever in the nostrils of the great hunter. Long shadows cast themselves on the walls of the great Thunderpath tunnels, catlike at first before they moved closer together and contorted into something beastly, with eight legs and two tails and a singular, uncanny head. As the shade melted into the corner, Ferndance's head peered around the corner of the infrastructure, eyes wide with an innocent glee as the shapes of all those she'd ever known came into view. StarClan, she'd found them! She offered a feral smile and, with her chest puffed out like a proud rooster's, she let out a trill "Roar!" to alert the others of her presence. Her white paw was tinted with scarlet, cracked in texture like dried mud. Blood from a battle of days gone by, but it wasn't her own.
She raised her tail and swung it to the right, commanding an invisible patrol to come to her side. She looked back and gestured again, this time with her head, for a young cat to come forwards. "This isn't usually our home, I would've thought they'd have gotten rid of the bear by now." She explained quietly, eyes somewhat struggling to find the obsidian creature through the darkness of the tunnel, even as Loki stood right next to her. Perhaps it was wishful thinking for a creature of great strength and tenacity to be removed so quickly, Ferndance hadn't even tried. The fact did not weigh heavily on her, Chilledstar had given an order to run and, reminded of how soon her clanmates had left her behind in ThunderClan, she did just that. It was a karmic revenge that settled the matter for good, no more would she have to worry about that debt remaining unpaid. It fell to the back of her mind, though the Lead Warrior had yet to decide if that was because she'd truly forgotten about it, or if she was just too happy to be back to care about all the wrongs of the past. A sudden thought caused her to jolt her head towards the crowd.
"Oh, don't be scared by him," she cooed, the him in question a young, dark-haired cat with a head even more wedge-shaped than her own. "This is my son." There was no hesitation as she spoke, no semblance of her usual tells (a mischievous smile, a quirk of brows that scarcely existed). This was her son, and damned would be those who questioned the Lead Warrior about it.