A thin figure limped into territory. Bloodshot eyes scanned the ground and a raspy voice rang out crisp and clear in the air. "I'm back."
The spotted red tabby was known as Lavapaw, and he had been gone for around three moons now. His powers seemed to be gone, and he had gotten into some trouble along the way. Fights with rogues and other wildlife. That was why he was so thin and had a limp to his step. He slumped to the ground near a puddle, lapping up the muddy water quickly. It tasted like heaven to him.
