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    The big tomcat twitched his whiskers a frown on his maw surveying the area with tired yet concentrated eyes beginning to ponder where he was beginning to pick up the scent of other felines. He could feel the fur along his spine prickling in caution wondering how many there was here knowing that most clan cats weren't very fond of loners but he was not here to cause any trouble or pick any fights, he was looking for his seven month old son. Bear didn't like the small thoughts of his young boy being in trouble or getting in a fight with some clan cats, he had his own experiences with fights considering all the scars that scattered over his body though he wasn't one for fighting to begin with it was more of a self defense kind of thing. He angled his non-torn ear in the direction of the faint sounds twitching his nose in curiosity as he padded forward making sure that he didn't step over their invisible border yet he wanted to push on because of his son. He was old anyways, he started to move along mumbling out with a tilt of his cranium only taking a single step over the border marking Riverclan's territory "Sock? Are y'here?" He twitched his single ear and amber eyes trying to pick out that familiar pelt of his child.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Water rushed by the little male with intense force but his mismatched eyes of bright blue and green were concentrated on the clear waters with a purpose. It was harder to learn alone but he was making strides by himself as he tried to learn how to fish by watching and mimicking other warriors that went to hunt them. But it was kind of slow going. Some fish were just too big to keep a handle on and they dragged him half way into the water. Yet, the soaked kitten continued to try as his body shook from both the strain of his own continuous training and the cold of the water as wind swept through his short pelt.


    A sigh of tiredness left his throat as plastered fur fluffed up against the cold slightly before a familiar tang hit his scent glands. He twisted his body around sharply almost falling over before his tiny claws slipped across the wet ground as he pelted off. He knew that smell and his quick form slipped through the small bushes and ferns before he sighted the larger tom. A yowl left the seven moon old's muzzle as he pressed his head against the foreleg of the manx cat. "Bear you found me! I thought that fox ate you!"



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    [ WHERE IS MY SON ]


    He detected a flash of colors and felt his stumpy tail wiggling to the sides in a bit of excitement mewing "Sock!" The large tomcat would lower his nose to nuzzle his kitten quite pleased to see that he was safe though he felt a snort escaping his maw answering calmly "Yes, I found ya. No, no, no. It didn't eat me lucky enough," Bear glanced around looking more alert and cautious than ever but calming a bit down by letting his muscles relax, he looked down at his son calmly asking "Are y'alright?" The manx surveyed the area once more with amber visionaries deciding to remain silent until his son answered his question, he wondered if the clan cats were taking care of him or had taken him in then he pondered if they would let him join too considering that he wanted to be close as well as being able to protect his son. He wasn't saying or thinking that his son was incapable of taking care of himself but he knew that the smaller tom often was considered or seen as gullible and others often took advantage of that, the mere thought made a growl escape his throat but he aimed to touch hi nose to his child's forehead adding calmly with a warm smile replacing his frown "I missed you," He really had.