home is not what it used to be {returning!}

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    Finally feeling secure in her knowledge of herbs, and feeling like she had overstayed her welcome in ThunderClan, the small calico had parted ways with the clan and made her way through the tunnels and to the border of ShadowClan. She decided to wait there patiently. Emberpaw knew she smelled entirely of ThunderClan now, and didn't want to raise the alarm. She was excited to finally be back in her cold, swampy home. ThunderClan had been great, but it was not home to her. She couldn't wait to finally eat a lizard again once the weather warmed up!

    Mistheart felt as though she recognised this kid, though she was still wary. She kept her distance, docking her head to the side in confusion. "Umm... well, you're close to the border." She commented with a murmur, not even able to look Emberpaw in the eyes with her shyness. The longhaired female certainly had quite the variety of personalities, but her shyness almost always remained.

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    Ah, Emberpaw had returned. He could recognize her from the scratches across her eye. He wondered why Mistheart hadn't guided her back to camp, though. Did she not recognize her own clanmate?


    Snakestar frowned a little at that thought but it softened into a neutral expression as he came to a stop, gazing upon the younger apprentice. "Welcome back." Why was he not annoyed with her? Because she was important to the clan, and Littleberry needed an assistant. The British tom blinked and added, "ThunderClan treated you well, I hope." He still didn't like ThunderClan on account of what happened with Adderpaw.

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    An odd scent had wafted toward his nostrils, taking in the foreign aroma with some alarm. The fur along his spine rose and his ears flattened against his skull, lowering himself to the ground slightly as he slunk forward. An intruder, perhaps? What could he do? He was only a mere apprentice with no experience in battle whatsoever. He only followed the slight tug of instinct which wasn't a good guide to listen to. He needed to learn strategy, how to control his strength, and so many other things important in not getting himself killed. He could let the others know? A pathetic decision but he would rather be safe than dead. The gray Maine Coon slithered himself into the bushes near the calico, his vibrant blue visionaries staring intently at her through the still leaves. What was she doing there? Mistheart came into view moments later, gazing at the unfamiliar she-cat wearily. His ear swiveled into her direction as she spoke in that soft voice of hers, slightly straining to listen to her words. The poor he examined the unknown feline, the more details about her he obtained; the scratch on her eye looked old, risen and light pink which told him it was a scar from mostly moons ago. He wondered how she got the blemish; battle, most likely. But, he didn't know of any wars Shadowclan had been in. Losteye would know - he was in Shadowclan longer than he was.


    Snakestar slithered his way gracefully to the duo, in his eerily silent way. "Welcome back," Welcome? Was she a former member of the clan? Smokepaw's eyebrows knitted together, curiosity brightened his icy orbs and he squinted at the multicolored female. The apprentice kept himself hidden, trying to sit motionless to not attract attention to himself. His paw shifted from a cramp forming in his leg, stepping on a dead leaf that caused a deafening crunch. He flinched, gasping in horror that he alerted his clanmates of his presence. Oh, no. Timidly, he stepped out from the foliage with his eyes casted downward to avoid contact. "I-I'm sorry. I, um, didn't mean to sp-spy on, um, you..."

    Emberpaw stood, her tail waving at Mistheart. "Hi." She mewed. "Of course I am, I'm coming back home. It's me, Emberpaw!" Was she truly that unrecognizable? She couldn't wait to smell like ShadowClan again. Her blue eye regarded Snakestar pleasantly as he approached her. "ThunderClan treated me well. Icegaze is a wise medicine cat." She assented, head nodding. The calico was happy for the friendships she had made while in the forest clan. Perhaps they could meet again on more pleasant terms one day. An unknown apprentice suddenly, sheepishly came into view, and Emberpaw purred softly, hoping the alleviate his worry.


    "emberpaw." the medicine cat acknowledged with a slight dip of her head. she wasn't sure how she felt about the apprentice's return. on one hand, littleberry was glad to have another pair of helping paws in the den, but on the other she was worried the other might take her position in the clan. with a physical shake of her pelt however, littleberry shook off any doubts she had. the van she-cat had effectively convinced herself she was the best medicine cat.


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    Flicking an onyx ear, the savannah dipped her head towards Emberpaw, pale nose slightly scrunched up at the scent of ThunderClan. It was her fathers home. Or atleast, it once was. The warrior had faint memories of the place, back when there'd been turmoil about her allegiance. She'd been dragged over borders too many times to count. "Welcome back."

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    "Hello Littleberry! How are things? I hope they've been well." She stepped over the border, feeling content to finally be back in her swamp. ThunderClan had been rather chaotic for her time there, so she would be unwilling to divulge much. It wouldn't seem fair to exploit them while they were very weak with sickness. She was glad to be away from it, though.

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    wiltedpaw had never known the apprentice well, or at all really, despite their matching in age. she hadn't ever found time or reason to care about the fem; they lived on entirely different planes of existence, after all, and wouldn't have anything in common to use for friendship. wiltedpaw would live a life full of hunting and fighting and romance and exploring. emberpaw would live her life out with herbs and the moonstone.


    still, she had her manners, so she sat beside her mentor, who she'd long ago decided was rather stupid, and smiled at emberpaw. "i hope you didn't get too used to wandering around in the undergrowth. how was it? have any super secrets to divulge?" she inqured, leaning forward and quirking a brow, tone playful but a hungry curiosity evident in those silver eyes.