[align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]He was tired, so tired. Theodore paused, peering around the surrounding area - wide grassy slopes with deep furrows in the ground - with bleary eyes. He wanted to sleep, for he had been travelling almost non-stop since his departure from the Militia, but it wasn't safe. He wasn't sure where he was and wouldn't rest until he did.
If only he knew where he could go.
Theodore started forwards again and the patchy trail of blood from his scraped pawpads reminded him of his return to SkyClan. He curled his lip at the memory and flattened his single ear, furious at his old Clan. If everyone had just -
If everyone had done what they were supposed to then he wouldn't be in this situation now. Heck, he wouldn't have led Iciclekit to her death had everyone done their jobs and maybe he could have been happy. He wouldn't have to find a new home now had everyone behaved.
The black and white feline limped on, ignorant of the wind and grass and prey. He had to find a home. The Militia would have to be forgotten.
