[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]The river sucked and gurgled around its banks as tiny raindrops dotted the surface. The drops clouded up Campionfang's ginger fur until he had a thick coating of mist. The young tom looked back over his shoulder, grateful to see his sister still following. Their journey had been long, but they were back home now.
He had mentally prepared himself to not recognize anyone at their return, and to him, it was like a fresh start. He opened his mouth, taking in the sweet scent of watermint, fish, and moss. "Penny, we're home."