[fancypost bgcolor=; border-width: 0px; width: 220px; height: auto; overflow: auto][justify][color=white][size=8][font=arial]Oh thank the Gods she was finally back home. After moons of being stuck in a cage, she had finally broke the debt with her capturerers and had trekked back home without her two tom kittens. It was good to be back home. Well, almost. What the hell had happened while she was gone? The camp had seemed so .. empty. Was it that they thought she was dead? Temporalpaw felt a bit of cautiousness stepping into the clearing, gazing at the dens.
The tortie probably didn't look anything like she did -- she was full of scars and had a tattered pelt, and most of all, she had five little she-kits by her side. It felt so lonely without the two toms, but she had to deal with it. They would most likely grow up to be monsters, so she was glad she left them back at the Skulls.
Slightly. Shaking off the thought, the femme opened her maw to speak.
"Mom? Warby?"The feline called out, tears brimming her dark eyes. Had something horrible happened to her mate, Warblerpaw? Tail tucked in between her legs, the she-cat stood, unable to say any more. She was back, and that was all that mattered.