[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Son of a bitch, his body ached. Ryan wasn't the most fit of fellows, but he could certainly hold his own when needed: and in fact, that was what he had been doing for the past couple of weeks. He hadn't expected to be knocked out and kidnapped by his second half, after all: and it had been one Hell of a journey trying to find his way back. But he'd been through Hell and high water for EclipseClan before, and there was no way he was just going to walk away from it and all the friendships he had within it. So instead the fox had spent the better part of two weeks trying to fight his way through thick jungle, and very rarely did he stop to tend to the deep lacerations littering his body in random places. He had been a medic before, he knew damn well how to tend to the wounds: but frankly his priorities were not with his own body, and he was instead focused on trying to find his home. River-like blue optics flicked around him to observe his surroundings as he trekked through the familiar forest, remaining stiffly attentive of his surroundings despite the thick, comforting scent of EclipseClan around him.
"Hey, assholes, I'm back!" His voice was light and playful, which was rather surprising given the state his body was in: Ryan was caked in dirt, the only visible bits of his natural auburn fur were around the wounds he had been sure to keep clean. He was messily patched up with cobwebs and a meager amount of marigold, which was really all Ryan was able to come across without diverging from his path toward EclipseClan. As if on auto-pilot, the former Chief weaved easily through the now naked trees as he made his way toward the glade where he had spent a better part of most of his time in EclipseClan. "And I, uh, need some help." He admitted sheepishly, his voice lower once he had emerged through the underbrush to allow his gaze to sweep over the familiar scene of old huts all sitting in close proximity to each other. Holy shit, he had made it- Ryan was home.
[hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * ECLIPSECLAN * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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