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CLAY !
Guest
When his brother had told him that he wanted to move back to the river, Clay had protested. He didn't want to go back, to start all over again, but Mud had insisted and the brown tom found it difficult to say no to his younger brother. Besides, there were things that he missed about being here. Lazing about in the sun, which he was currently doing, watching the willows sway softly in the light summer breeze, listening to the gentle murmur of the stream nearby, or taking a dip in it when it got to be a little too hot. He had not wanted to leave here either, but it had been safer to go with Rain and his group. He had liked the silver furred tom, he was a little alike. Both of them only wanted to protect their families, which is what he had been doing his entire life.
He stretches out in the sunshine now, his dark-colored pelt warmed by its rays and his white toes reaching in front of him, grasping at something that's not there. He opens his eyes and stands, shaking his pelt of sand and looking around the clearing at their new home, analyzing, taking it all in. It was familiar territory, but the cats here were strange faces. Some he recognized from before, when he and his brother had been loners and had interacted with others very briefly, and some he knew from the Pine Group. But others and these were the cats he was still quite wary of, were from the marshes. He had been particularly unhappy that he had to now live under the cat who had killed Rain, but Cicada had told them he had been chosen by the stars, and Rain was of the stars so that had to mean something, right?
"A-Uh nice weather we're having today huh?" he says awkwardly to the nearest cat, a lame attempt at friendliness. He's not quite as skilled as his brother with social interaction but by the stars, he would make an attempt. He didn't want to feel like a stranger here forever. But now that the words have left his mouth he wishes he could take him back. Why oh why was he so bad at this?
// intros my beloathed. The cat he's speaking to can be anybody and it can be assumed anyone in Pine Group or who resided in the wetlands before River Clan formed will at least have a vague idea of who he is
He stretches out in the sunshine now, his dark-colored pelt warmed by its rays and his white toes reaching in front of him, grasping at something that's not there. He opens his eyes and stands, shaking his pelt of sand and looking around the clearing at their new home, analyzing, taking it all in. It was familiar territory, but the cats here were strange faces. Some he recognized from before, when he and his brother had been loners and had interacted with others very briefly, and some he knew from the Pine Group. But others and these were the cats he was still quite wary of, were from the marshes. He had been particularly unhappy that he had to now live under the cat who had killed Rain, but Cicada had told them he had been chosen by the stars, and Rain was of the stars so that had to mean something, right?
"A-Uh nice weather we're having today huh?" he says awkwardly to the nearest cat, a lame attempt at friendliness. He's not quite as skilled as his brother with social interaction but by the stars, he would make an attempt. He didn't want to feel like a stranger here forever. But now that the words have left his mouth he wishes he could take him back. Why oh why was he so bad at this?
// intros my beloathed. The cat he's speaking to can be anybody and it can be assumed anyone in Pine Group or who resided in the wetlands before River Clan formed will at least have a vague idea of who he is
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