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    Wolfgang's life had been a bit of a mess as of recently. He got amnesia, lived in SkyClan for a while, had kits... Then things went badly. He got sick for a long time, and his daughter died, and after his other kids grew a bit older, they all disappeared and went different directions. He hadn't been there for them. That hurt, a lot. He gained his memories once more, and made the decision to return to BloodClan. He didn't really want to think about what all had happened, he kinda just wanted to see his family again. Would they be happy to see him? Were they still okay and alive? Were they angry at him? Did they feel betrayed that he left? He hadn't meant to leave for so long, if he hadn't lost his memory. Wolfgang approached the border of BloodClan's old territory. Huh, the borders hadn't been marked in a while. Where had everybody gone? Oh, no. What if they moved, and he never found his family again? The thought of it made him want to cry. Still, he was fully grown, he was a bit old to be crying for his mama. He supposed all that time in SkyClan made him grow a tad soft. Wolfgang wandered around for about half an hour, searching for some remainder of BloodClan.


    WASPWING.  


    Waspwing needed a reason to smile right now, she needed a reason to light up like the lights of a Christmas tree. She needed a reason to cry out of happiness and not out of grief, she desperately needed it.


    The deputy was out patrolling with a few npcs, instructing them to mark some of the old borders to keep them fresh. No cats had seemed to be keeping the old borders up to shape and Waspwing had to do something to keep her mind off of recent events. She was about to turn back when the smell of SkyClan reached her nose, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she followed the scent. What was a Skyclanner doing all the way out here? Waspwing turned the corner and her entire world seemed to stop, her jaw dropping slightly as her eyes landed on Wolfgang. It was really him. She had to shake her head and make sure that he was real, but here her son stood, in the flesh and so very real. The she-cat couldn’t help the tears that fell from her eyes as she practically tackled Wolfgang to the ground, affectionate licks and nuzzles being showered over him. “Oh Starclan, oh my god! It’s you, I love you so much, why did you come back? Are you okay, did something happen?” A million questions fell from the females mouth as she forced herself to back up.


    He was back. Wolfgang was really back.

    BAXTON


    blood clan - guard


    baxton ** tom ** 13 moons ** blood clan ** flicker's mate



    "WOLFGANG, Wolfgang! You are back!"


    The dark tom charged towards his cousin and attempted to nuzzle him roughly. It was a good change, "So much has changed!"


    He smiled, his missing right ear and pink flesh healed into s cooler tone but it was still s sore sight. He felt joy.


    "Aunt he is back!"







    //OMFG WELCOME BACK WOLF

    (c)trexgirl



    "He's fallen and he keeps digging, believing it is the way to the surface again"

    Tags




    ”Wolfgang, Wolfgang! You are back!”


    Was Canary dreaming again? The sun beat down too hot and the ground was too gravelly for it to be fake. Waspwing was too scarred, Baxton was too rough. He rushed to the old junkyard where he spent his kithood and his green gaze landed on his former paragon. He looked just as stressed and jaded as he was when they were younger. Canary’s confusion quickly transformed to joy.


    “Wolfgang! Oh my gosh! You said you’d be back in three days but you were gone for at least three moons!” Canary’s gaze softened, and his smile faded just a bit. What did happen? Was he helping SkyClan with something awful? Fighting off cougars? The healer trainee looked down at his collar for a moment. A few of the looser teeth were falling out as he ran. The tag still jingled like a church bell. The collar became more and more worn as the days went by, but he still tried to hold on to his youthful energy, even as he trudged through adolescence. “So much… stuff happened. I can tell you about it all when we get home. We have a new territory and it’s real swell, it’s got a big red Twoleg den and a greenhouse so we can grow stuff all year and everything!”

    The tom would be quite shocked to see the male after so long. In all honesty, the sight of Wolfgang would quite sour on his tounge in some ways, and bring out good feelings in others. The guy was a classic, for fucks sake, but at the same time virtually a traitor. " Welcome back," he'd mew in a neutral tone, padding up from behind Canary in a rushed post.



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    // OMG WELCOME BACK !!



    Who else but the father to show up last, perhaps not quite least. Icy mountains of endless moons burned deeply upon the scene, a heart of ice shadowed by a tattered alabaster coat and soot-colored legs that brought him closer to his mate and first born son. The sight of the scarred up brute cast over his mind a reminder of himself, of his youth. Wolfgang was a lot like Caledon in ways, perhaps why the leader was hesitant to approach. Inside, deep deep down, he could feel the excitement of seeing the child he raised all grown up. No doubt the stench of Skyclan managed to keep his composure. "Son" Caledon muttered, slithering from the shadows, his eyes glittering with shock but he was frowning. It was best to keep his distance, he ran his children away with his presence it seemed sometimes, or perhaps the demands he had on them. 'expectations' if you will. Wolfgang, had left. Will he leave again? Caledon angled his ears to hear his response to Waspwing's questions .

    CAL'S BRIEF TAGS


    //tysm!!! it's nice to see all y'all again :')


    Wolfgang wanted to cry. He was so happy to see them. He embraced his mother as if it were the first time they had ever hugged. When he finally let go, he reciprocated Baxton's affectionate nuzzle and looked at his little brother with such pride. He'd gotten so big, but he still sounded like the same old Canary. "Ah, is that so, Canary? I look forward to hearing all about it," Wolfgang replied, giving his little brother an extra warm smile. "I am so sorry for leaving. I don't remember what happened- I believe something attacked me. I woke up in SkyClan with amnesia and..." He decided to leave out the part about his family for now. He didn't want to spoil the happy moment with such sadness. "I eventually got my memory back, so here I am." Wolfgang felt a bit guilty- was that lying? He got his memory back around the time Lucian visited, but stayed to raise his kids. Though, he fell sick and failed to even do that. He nodded at Blahkenmuro in greeting, who appeared to be looking at him with an odd mix of emotions in his expression. That was okay- he expected them to loath him for leaving in the first place, so not-completely-hating-him was a step up. As Caledon appeared, Wolfgang's heart raced a bit. Would he want anything to do with him, after leaving like that? Wolfgang masked his excitement upon seeing Caledon. He hadn't approached him, or spoken with much infliction to his voice, but rather it sounded as if he were simply addressing his presence with only shock decorating his expression- from what he could tell. Wolfgang nodded at him with a touch of nervousness, wondering how he would react to the explanation Wolfgang provided.


    YOU CAN CALL ME QUEEN BEE

    Jailbird / BloodClan Head Guard/ ♀

    *:･ﾟ✦ It was like worlds collided into one. Like the darkness of the sky had opened up for even a fraction of a second. The loud clamoring voices egged the Head Guard to move onward swiftly. Bright electric blue optics landed on the crowd of cats and frowned with confusion. What was going on? As she padded past her brother she felt her heart nearly skip a beat. No fucking way. Eyes widened as tears began to spill. Her long lost nephew was back! A bright smile came over her features like a light bulb as been replaced finally. She began to laugh. It wasn't funny though. It was like a happy laugh. Giggles bubbled from her making her side fur bounce slightly. And yet the tears came flooding out. With a sudden burst of speed as if snapping out of her haze Jailbird pushed past to give an affectionate nuzzle. "Wolfgang!" She shouted with excitement. It seemed like just yesterday she was sitting with him talking about life. Giving him advice. He was so grown now. She stepped back slightly to give a warm smile as she dabbed at her eyes wiping away stray tears. "You're back?!" Her voice sounded almost in disbelief but also excitement. It was such a pleasant surprise. One that almost made her think it was a dream. And even if it was it would be nice to have it. Something to stray her from the haunting days lately. Her eyes glanced to her son almost not noticing he was there. How would he react to her here? Negatively? She felt slightly nervous afraid for the mood to be spoiled and was tempted to get up and walk away. Just let the family rejoice. It was obviously by the way Baxton treated her that she wasn't a part of the family. She turned to Blahkenmuro. Of course he had to be sour about the whole thing. She rolled her eyes with a sigh followed by a smile. Of course. Classic Blahkenmuro. In an attempt to not ruin things she gave a small smile. It wasn't like this mood really could be broken though. It was Wolfgang returning! "Eh, lighten up will ya?" Jailbird mewed playfully as she nudged Blahkenmuro. It was an attempt to maybe try to say sorry. She wasn't sure. And although the idea of saying sorry to him made her shudder she felt it was needed. She hated ruining things because he was always so salty around her.




    "Speech."

    Maybe the fact that Wolfgang was back, someone from his very childhood, brought him back to moons ago. When his heart was more forgiving, when he could relax and not worry about the little dramas. When his openly neutral stance was reflected on the inside as well. Now, Ken could breathe out a sigh. Of relief? Of contempt? He barely knew.

    Jailbird touching and talking to him wasn't to go unnoticed- he could feel his honestly quite mushy heart melt as the acceptance of a past Bloodclan would lie over them.


    Only past Bloodclanners- only the ones he could remember as classics. It made his head light. Maybe he should lighten up. Grumpily, he'd nod to the caracat, tail flicking as he'd force a smile to Wolfgang. Once they were Kit and Apprentice. Then Deputy and Guard. What happened then? Did it matter right now? It didn't matter to anyone else.


    God.

    " It's really you," Blahkenmuro would let go lightly, letting a sigh of slight happiness go now. Lots of sighs, lots of new begginings. " You sure you just lost your memory or you got fed up with all our bullshit?" he'd continue on, relaxing visibly as his entire frame seemed to lower itself only a bit. A smile would be returned at Jailbird, and a tail would flick, embarrassed, as he wondered why no one else seemed to care of the apparently not intended betrayal.


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    Waspwing was probably more emotional now than ever. Amidst the sea of things that had gone wrong these past few weeks, Wolfgang's long-awaited return was a bright island in the middle of a dark, stormy month. The black she-cat curled around her son, tail brushing against his burned side ever so gently, careful that they might still hurt him. That was so long ago...it made her feel old. He was so big now, Waspwing remembered when he was just born, wriggly and a tiny bundle of light grey fur.

    "You're back and that's all that matters. We all missed you so much, dear." Waspwing purred loudly, a huge smile curled on her face. She hadn't been this relieved and excited in a long time.

    //gross post im sorry :,O

    Wolfgang's ocean hues mirrored his own, a deep emotion flooded Caledon's soul not letting him speak. The young one-eyed brute seemed rigid as the van spoke. In all honesty, Cal knew not what to say or how to feel quite yet, much like the others. However, much unlike the others, he did not run to greet him nor welcome him back just yet. The maimed-faced leader forced his muzzle to keep his frown, however there was no disappointment in his gaze, still, as if recovering from his shock. Finally, Caledon placed a paw forward. His bones slivered beneath his pelt visibly from the lack of eating and stress from the past few weeks. He raked his gaze across the familiar burn scars that blanketed his son's pelt, pausing his hues on Wolfgang's eyes again as he stopped next to Waspwing and jailbird, letting them greet the tom first. Blauhkenmuro did well to lighten the situation with a joke, but Caledon did not laugh. He couldn't no matter how much he wanted to. Something was broken within the turkish van, and his heart wouldn't let him. "welcome back." he muttered, nearly under his breath. "If I had known you had lost your memory....I would have went to Skyclan to get you...I thought I...ran you off" he added, shaking his head before leaning forward to press his muzzle into Wolfgang's shoulder affectionately, certainty something Caledon hardly ever showed in public.

    CAL'S BRIEF TAGS