From day one life had been a struggle for the sleek golden tom, he had never had things easy but that was life. It was an understanding he had slowly adopted as he grew older, realized the world was not fair and it only meant to bring him down.
But Gildedheart never wavered. He had fallen so many times in his life, only to push his paws back under him once more and seek the one thing he had always truly wanted; peace.
He had fought for it, loved for it, longed for it, the world seemed tilted to the sole purpose of keeping him from achieving it yet he pressed onward with a smile and optimistic mindset regardless.
ShadowClan had broken his heart, Angelbeats, Darkbloom, Redvelvet, Crookedsmile, Hostesscupcakes, his friends. His lovers in his heart. He missed them all so dearly that not a day passed without his thoughts lingering on one or the other.
StormClan had returned to him his sense of wonder, his sense of purpose, he had strove to achieve what he could not in ShadowClan; peace.
But in time he lost his hope and left to seek it out once more, leaving behind what he had built in the hopes it would continue in his absence.
Now here he stood on four sleek striped legs upon the border of Le Havre, a chance at a new start. A chance to once more find the peace he so desperately sought.
He only hoped this time things would be different...