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    The past week had been... somewhat hard.


    Mike was slowly beginning to lose hope that he would find the others. Yeah- Eleven was back, and that was a good thing, but what about Dustin and Lucas? Or Will? He just found it... odd that they weren't here.


    If they weren't cats too, he knew in his heart they'd be looking for them, but... they would probably never find them. Somehow, he knew WindClan was much farther from Hawkins than Mike had originally hoped.


    He needed a miracle right about now.


    Sitting in his cabin, Mike had already set up a fort for Eleven, adorned with as many pillows as he could find. In his time away, he had also found a copy of Dungeons and Dragons, just in case the others did happen to show up, which he had placed on top of a bookcase in one corner of the cabin.


    Sighing, the apprentice's thoughts suddenly turned to his clanmates, mostly to Cherviltea. He had seemed the most concerned about him and he could imagine the leader's reaction to his return after his sudden disappearance... whoops.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea had been nearby, as he heard a shifting from within Mike's home. He paused for a moment, fictional brows furrowing slightly, as he was drawn towards the other's door. It had been a while, since the leader had seen Mike, and he was rather concerned about the timid individual. They had always been somewhat.. disconcerted, by the position that they were in, after all. There wasn't anything wrong with that - it was simply that Chervil had no idea as to why.. or were he had gone, at that.


    He realised that Mike had likely gone off to seek.. whomever, or whatever, had burdened his thoughts with worry prior to now. It wasn't as if the collie was blind to another's emotion, simply due to his spirited and seemingly easy-going nature. Cherviltea had gradually grown a little better at reading people, after all. Though, perhaps it was the fact that he had been able to catch onto the other's sorrow, that had worried him the most.


    "Mike?" Chervil would resound, pausing for a moment, before drawing in a breath and proceeding to knock on the other's door. Had he.. been hearing things, maybe? Probably. He didn't want to barge in on the other's home, either, whether they were actually there, or not.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px;][size=7pt]Sure enough, there was the leader now. Turning his head swiftly, Mike would hesitate for a second before padding over to the door, opening it to reveal the collie. "Oh, hi, Cherviltea. What's up?" He would say, already knowing the other's answer, but asking anyway.


    It had been pretty irresponsible of him to go running off like he did and telling only a couple of other apprentices- he knew that, but the fact was, nobody really understood why he had done it. They couldn't understand. And would it have made a difference if he had come back or not? It wasn't like he knew a lot of people here, they probably wouldn't even care.


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