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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][size=8][font=georgia]It had been so long since he'd touched this soil. Or, rather, soil claimed by this group. Three years of wandering and a few weeks of residing in ShadowClan, and ... Leži wasn't sure if he'd like what he'd see. He'd always wanted to return to BloodClan. After the two year mark of living as a rogue, he'd started to daydream about coming home, but he'd never had the courage to do so. It wasn't that he wasn't confident, but he'd ... Changed, drastically, since his youth, and he imagined BloodClan had, too. Their territory was not the same. They dwelled far from their original settlements. And that had proved a pain when trying to track them, but nonetheless, he'd started to do so.
Leaving ShadowClan had been hard even after such a short time dwelling there, but he'd not felt right, there. And though he had a feeling he'd be bitterly disappointed in returning home -- he'd heard that they didn't even spar potential joiners any more -- he knew he had to, for closure. For peace. This was where he belonged, he told himself. This was where he was meant to be. And yes, maybe now BloodClan had morales (he'd heard of a place called ' the Exiles ' which was hated by all and more extreme than any other radical-violent group, and it sounded like an old BloodClan without the allies, sounded more like home) but he would deal with that. Perhaps.
His muzzle was a pale and faded copper, stained from a recent meal, when he approached, but the rest of his fur was snowy white, albeit a little ruffled. It had taken a long time to track BloodClan, considering they'd moved a lot, and their scent was somewhat different, but ... Leži rolled his shoulders and sighed, before flaring his nostrils and sniffing at the border, to desensitise himself to the horrid reek. He didn't even bother calling out. He knew someone'd come.
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