I WILL ALWAYS, ALWAYS RETURN && returning

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    [justify][font=georgia]He had finally returned. The tom was sure everyone thought him dead, as he had been missing for quite a while. It was not his fault, though. He had been chasing an animal of prey during the night, when all of a sudden he was lifted off the ground, caught in some strange twoleg-made web. The warrior did his best to get out, to no avail. Before dawn, twolegs had come by and taken him hostage.


    It was not until now that he had finally found his way back to SkyClan territory. Just as he had been stolen from the warrior world early in the day, the tom collapsed just inside the border as the sun was rising. His fur was dull, muscle mass nearly entirely gone - he looked as though he had been through a harsh leafbare. The tom's eyes were glazed with exhaustion, but there was a spark of relief as he breathed in the scent of his Clan's territory before he lost consciousness.


    //fyi I won't be posting too regularly until after finals </3

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    info — updated 11/24/16

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-size:11px]the woods was not a very friendly place after the fire that struck skyclan's home. tall, slender trees stood burnt around him and the ground still held some traces of ash and soot. the air was still thick of the smoky scent that sent the apprentice into coughing fits. but featherpaw still continued to trek through the woods; there was not much to fear anyway considering bloodclan was gone and assuming they would not return to live here.


    it was during the apprentice's walk that he spied through the burnt woods something laying on the ground. pausing in his movement, he turned his body toward the mound and started towards it, noticing the mound seems to be shaping more of a feline than a round object. once he saw clearly that it was a feline and most definitely not a random object, he started in a run to magpie's side. "are you okay?" he asked in concern, checking for any signs of life. there was still slow, ragged breathing coming from the tom's maw, and his eyes still held sparks of determination and relief of arriving at the edge of skyclan's territory.


    "hold on, i'll fetch sparrowheart or littlepaw." with that said, featherpaw darted off to search for one of the two on the medicine team.

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    "magpieflight?" thrushstar called as she recognized her brother's grey and white body. he disappeared from skyclan moons ago, shortly after the birth of his kits. truthfully, the tabby she-cat thought she'd never see him again, but clearly she was proven wrong. she pressed her pink nose into her brother's side, feeling for any warmth in his body. "oh, magpieflight, what happened to you?"
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    info | updated 12/03/2016

    The scent of worry was thick in the air and the jitter inducing smell caught the black paws warriors attention before anything else could even have the chance to. When someone in the clan was on edge? There was typically a reason for it, and often times it was nothing good. Dark paws carried the lithe form of the warrior over the ash ridden forest floor, paw steps close together to keep her movement quiet encase this was due to an enemy attack or something of the sort, encase she needed to divert where she was going to get more help. As Foxy got closer the lithe female realized that it was likely something good this time because nothing else was happening, no yowls, no blood, nothing. Whatever was happening, was just happening. "What's going on-" she stopped cold after making her statement and coming into the clearing, eyes slightly wide as she came to stand beside ThrushStar. Her brother. Oh this was so many versions of good and so many kinds of bad at the same time!

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    Otterpaw hung back when she stumbled upon the scene, feeling somewhat like she was intruding; but she watched nonetheless, rather interested in this presumably returning clanmate and his wellbeing and history. She excused her presence with the thought that the medicine cats may need someone to go fetch herbs; that, and the fact that it may look rude to turn around and walk away. Whyever Otterpaw was there, she figured she was stuck; rather awkwardly stuck, yes, but at least she could witness this dramatic return.