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IC; Kestrelspeckle stood by the edge of Snowclan's border, the night making his dark fur stand out in the snowy landscape as he neared a pine tree, looking down at his paws. Something just didn't feel right, and the past few days were confusing, busy, just dramatic, and he didn't feel good. Or right. Kestrelspeckle, in attempt to cure what made him feel so uneasy, so uncertain, decided it was time for him to go out once more and roam. He was born a rolling stone, it seemed, and he looked up at the dusk sky. It was a very brisk and cold night, so the stars were out and bright, occasionally covered by cirrus clouds passing by. The wind was steadily a normal pace, but it chilled him. Made him want to get off the mountain even more. Down to warmer temperature and possibly even a more fitting clan. Maybe he'd stay more, he thought in the back of his mind, but something was telling him to leave as soon as he can. It'd be easier for others and himself.
Taking a big breath of the crisp night air, he let out a big sigh and looked in front of him. Pine trees, rocks, and snow, snow, snow. Kestrelspeckle hated snow. Kicking it underneath his feet with a growl to the ground, he started to walk. However, once he heard a sound, he paused, hoping the night would cloak him. Perhaps it was the wind? He shook his head, hesitant to go on as he thought.
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