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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px][justify][size=9pt]A low grunt came from within Blackjack as he awoke. The male had been enjoying his time within the sequoia forest, basking in the spot where sunlight was able to shine through the canopy. He knew he would immensely miss his home. Hawkclan would not ever be the same after the move. No, scratch that - it hadn't been the same since Egretstar announced that they would be moving. Letting out a sigh, the aviator trainee lifted his head and stared off into space, mind going between 'if this' and 'if that'.

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    jaune wasn't sure how he felt. he'd expected some kind of emotional revelation, a flood of nostalgia, relief to have finally returned home, and yet he felt so underwhelmed; the black-and-white tom felt characteristically empty. it was as if going home — for the first time in months, no less — hadn't affected him at all. it was, much to jaune's disappointment, business as usual. coming back to hawkclan felt exactly like joining any other clan had felt: routine. he'd hopped from one clan's turf to the next, shedding loyalties and labels with reckless abandon, and finally settling down somewhere wasn't nearly as dramatic as he felt it should be. didn't this place mean more to me? the black-and-white tom asked himself, heaving himself to his paws. why don't i feel something more meaningful?


    doesn't matter. jaune rose from his nest and let out a sigh. whatever. he willed his thoughts away, and blinked the morning's drowsiness out of his eyes. on swift, white-tipped paws, he began to trot in the direction of the aviator trainee; he wasn't much for socialization, but he was eager for a distraction. the small talk would do him good.


    "nice weather," jaune offered, dipping his head to blackjack.