[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]you have to admit that you never thought you'd be coming back here. after the little incident on the border with victorianpaw, you had stayed away but not out of fear for yourself-- you knew when you weren't wanted, and you're not the type to start drama. on top of that, you left satisfied because you knew takumi was still okay. you aren't sure how he is now, but in that moment in time, your queries had been answered and you no longer had a reason to be there.
you're only coming back now because one, you left shadowclan half a month ago. two, your mentors (kate and negan) live here. and three, the only people ever around the rebellions camp seem to be you and bill and that makes for long, awkward pauses and constant tension.
an npc had let you in a few hours ago, and so now you lay off to one side of the camp, quietly marveling at the new territory windclan has made a home in. the view is nice; mountains slumped against one another, snug and cozy, and the camp isnt all too shabby either, but the dramatic change does make you wonder.. what happened to the old territory? had there been a storm, a shortage of supplies? you don't know, but a part of you feels like you should have been here.
you push yourself up into a sitting position and scan the faces present. you only recognize a few people but this doesn't surprise you at all; windclan has always been overflowing with joiners. well, you might as well acquaint yourself with everyone here, "ah, meet and greet! come tell me about yourselves!" you trill out then in a tiring tone, absently rubbing at the triangle that has been branded into your shoulder, "i used to be one of the medics here back when cherviltea was leader." heck, do any of these people even know who that is? hopefully. "hi! my name is uh, frisk." [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS