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Well, he had finally decided that it was time for them to leave.
That might have explained why it had been about a day since he'd hit Greenday, or told him not to do anything. He figured they'd live as loners for a while, and when he got bored with that they'd join the Exiles. He liked the sounds of a place like that. Of course he would. Who wouldn't? Then again, he was a bit more on the violent side, so that could definitely explain it. Eh, it wasn't like they were going straight there anyways. He might change his mind.
He had decided the nice thing to do would be to pack for Greenday. He probably wouldn't take the news well- yeah, he had made this decision on his own. What did it matter when he knew Greenday would say yes? What else could he say? This wasn't like when he'd suggested they get married. He hadn't even been completely serious then. This was different. They were leaving SunClan, no arguing, no trying to change his mind. They were out. Goodbye SunClan. Goodbye Papertorch trying to steal his boyfriend, goodbye rules saying he couldn't do as he pleased. He was done with this shit. It was time to bounce. He was at the edge of the beach town, carrying a bag; neither of them really had much stuff, so they didn't need two. "Greenday!" he called, waiting, knowing that his boyfriend wouldn't take too long to show up. He would hear him calling. They always ended up knowing when he was yelling for them. After all, if they didn't, they got beat.
