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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px;][justify][size=8][font=georgia]Sometimes he needed to escape.


    Returning to Skyclan filled a part of him that stood empty for far too long, but it also reopened some old wounds. The thoughts of Chillygaze and Onestar - his mate and his son - filled his tired, confused mind and that drove him to abandon his hermit state and rejoin society. He thought that by living in the place they once roamed would bring him closer to them, to his memories of them. One a few occasions it did seem to help. Forgingswords rediscovered the glade he used to meet Chilly in when they were still young and meeting in secret. Bloodclan and Skyclan were enemies then, and he often had to creep out of the heavily guarded camp to see his first and only love.


    But then there was the sudden clarity that he was losing memories faster than her regained him. Dying and being reincarnated did things to the mind, and Forge found that a lot of those small, touching moments got blurred out in the transition between life and death. It was not just the memories of his love and his child, but it was also everything else. Forgingswords struggled to recall his siblings' names - the faces came back fuzzy and vague, and their titles nonexistent. He could not recall his mother's face, or if he ever spoke to his father. Forge remembered the over-encumbering pressure of living up to his father's image, however. And he remembered the first time meeting Chillygaze...


    Losing those important moments in his life stressed him out, and the liger often delved into the comforting silence and solidarity of the forest in order to escape it all. Pawsteps that should have been heavy were light and graceful, swiftly propelling the massive predator away from the plateau-dwelling clan and into the world beyond. The sun all but disappeared, so deep into the wood was he. Once he came to a comfortable distance away, Forgingswords slowed almost to a crawl and gazed dreamily at the surrounding landscape - looking, but not really seeing.
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