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for the longtime members of bloodclan, palemoon was perhaps a familiar sight in the city. as a kit, she'd split her days between bloodclan and riverclan; she'd been one of the few sympathizers. few remembered the days when she fought avidly for their equality, when she'd brought them to sunningrocks to fight thunderclan, when she'd left the gathering with them.
few remembered the days when she'd been palepaw, when her father had led and she'd had the city to do as she pleased in.
more remembered redwater. when she'd run away, when she'd joined clearwater. when she'd grown to hate quietstar and sheogorath, her fathers. they remembered her mothering dee's children, mothering sheogorath, the distance she'd put between herself and the clan.
she still loved the city. loved the warm pavement, the rush of wind as cars whizzed to and fro. she loved the sushi and the kfc, she loved training without restraints. she loved the scars she bore beneath her fur from training sessions without sheathed claws. she could have thrived on this side of the border. perhaps this was where she belonged; she'd never been kind enough for the clans, she'd always had a bigger picture view of life.
the feline walked in the city with confidence, a sway in her hips as she waited for someone to approach.