so why don't i just go ;; open, leaving

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    He really had intended it to be maybe two or three days. Wolfgang could never abandon his family, not purposefully. The boy just needed to clear his mind- so much had happened, and he wasn't so sure he was okay with what had been happening to him. He sort of missed the kid he used to be. Smart, curious, calm. Watching from afar but never giving much thought to clan affairs. Little Wolfie had been in his own little world. A cat named Wren had thought him to be quite the smart little kid. Unfortunately, Wolfgang grew up, and had a family to watch over. He didn't regret that part- he loved his family. They were the best family. He couldn't ask for better siblings, or better parents. Perhaps a dad who was not quite as busy, but when Caledon made an appearance he was an inspiration to Wolfgang. He always had the right words, and said them in a way that could convince even the most adamant cat into doing his bidding. He was a single cat, yet had the power to create utter genocide against those he so strongly protected. Wolfgang would never be like him, no matter how much he dreamed. Caledon would never leave like this.

    Wolfgang wasn't leaving, though. He was taking a break. He wasn't so sure he'd deserved one, but he would make extra sure to bring back plentiful bounties of food and interesting toys and trinkets for all the little ones of the clan. He would only be gone a few days, after all. Perhaps he would steal the entire moonstone, just for Waspwing. Wolfgang, having already eaten, waiting beside the sewer's entrance to bid his family farewell as a precaution, so they knew he would be back and hadn't been taken. So that if something happened, he will have said goodbye. Just in case. Nothing in this life is set in stone, after all. At a moment's notice, your father is buried under rocks, and the very next moment he is resurrected. Never a dull day in this life. He hoped so dearly these next few days would be as dull as dirt. Wolfgang truly needed it.




    Seeing Wolfgang around had always been pleasant, as he was a generally calm voice of reason, he could handle himself beautifully well in situations, with a neutral expression and a wonderful words to calm any nerves. Or, when needed, rile up his clanmates in search or something or a somebody. Generally, a valued member.


    Seeing him now, he couldn't help but pad up, letting a bushy blue and white tail sway as he'd nod level-headedly to the scarred tom, letting a small smile form on his geatures and a twinkle lay itself in his eyes. Ken didn't know why, but the atmoshpere was... special. " How're you doing, man?" he'd ask friendlily, letting his form take a sitting position as he'd nod towards the Guard.

    Canary followed after Blahkenmuro, curious about what was on his brother’s mind. Wolfgang wasn’t one to sit around, though Canary assumed he was on the watch for trespassers. He nudged Ken affectionately as he entered, though Wolfgang’s affairs were what was primarily on Canary’s mind at present moment in a rushed track post.




    Wolfgang was pleased to see other cats, though admittedly a bit nervous. What if they get upset at the idea of him leaving? It would only be for two, maybe three days max- nothing to worry about, surely. He wrapped his tail around his paws and nodded at Blahkenmuro in greeting. He remembered his first time meeting the little deputy. Ken had gotten in an argument with Baxton. Neither of them seemed to like Wolfgang at first- or, at least Baxton didn't. Wolfie wasn't sure why he cared about other's opinions on him. While he wished to be one of those cats who does not seek approval, he didn't really believe such a quality existed. Could somebody truly be indifferent to everybody's perception of theirself? He figured such a cat would be rather obnoxious. Valuing others opinions was important to receive feedback on one's personality. Maybe that was why it bugged Wolfgang when others didn't seem to like him. As if Wolfgang wasn't the most likeable and friendly cat, pfft. "Hello, Blahkenmuro, Canary." He greeted the duo. Wolfgang's eye narrowed a bit in amusement as he witnessed yet another display of affection between the two. Cute. "I will be leaving for a few days. No longer than three days. Canary, would you like for me to steal the moonstone for you?" The kid seemed rather religious, maybe he'd like having his own personal portal to StarClan. He wasn't being serious, of course. He'd need a team of cats to do that.




    Wolfgang was leaving? It seemed like things never slowed down around Bloodclan anymore. Things were always happening and Waspwing felt like she was caught up in a whirlwind. She was slow in her approach, eyes searching her son's face for maybe a hint of humor in his face, something that could tell her that he was only joking. He wasn't, he wasn't joking. He said it was only going to be for three days? That wasn't so bad but...her heart still ached a little bit as she came to stand next to Canary and Ken.

    "Be safe, Wolfie. Come back in three days exactly or I'm going to have to come find you." Waspwing purred softly, ears lowered against her head as she gently nudged her son. He was growing and leaving the nest, this was what having kids was like, right? It sucked.

    Three days? Would he leave like Baxton, for another tribe? Another clan? Another way of life? A bundle of emotions would catch in his throat, and he'd wonder if he should swallow it, or spit it back up in the form of words and promises. Neither worked. Three days was all, surely. Baxton hadn't even been gone that long.


    Choosing the latter, he'd let a small smile form. " As Waspwing says, no more than three days. You better come back soon enough or nobody else'll keep us all in line." not that he was Caledon- in some ways he was more comforting, more familiar. God.


    Ah, that was a sweet sentiment, from both his mother and Blahkenmuro. He nodded. "Of course. If I am gone any longer than three days, then I give you permission to hire a new Wolfgang." He usually wasn't the joking type, but that wasn't a very good joke. It insinuated that if he had lost track of time for some reason then they would have reason to worry. Wolfgang would stand and press against his mother affectionately. "There is no need to worry, mom. I am too fat to be attacked, all I would need to do is roll over onto my enemy." Joke number two- he was on a roll. He'd made two jokes in one day. What a spectacle.



    "Hah, what?" Canary smirked a bit in disbelief, though it drooped into a small frown once he realized Wolfgang wasn't kidding. His heart seemed to skip a eat for a moment, before fully taking in his words. Just three days. He didn't remember being this worried when Baxton left, even if it was for longer. He hadn't seen him since the raid, and kept forgetting to visit. He faked a chuckle at Wolfgang's jokes, in attempt to mask his vex. "Oh. Well, I'll miss you a whole lot, even if it's just three days, don't forget that!" He would reassure himself that it wouldn't be long before his brother returned. Wolfgang always kept his word.