Zephyr • 18 moons • Thunderclan • Apprentice Zephyr didn't know what he was going to do at this point. It was really strange to be back on these familiar lands. Nothing much had changed in the time he'd been gone but that wasn't set in stone till he actually set paw within the camp he knew and missed dearly. Though even if he had been gone for the longest, would he be welcomed still? He'd been born and raised in Thunderclan, disappearing when he'd been captured by some twolegs and kept him captive in unbendable cold boxes, poked nad prodded at him with their clawless paws. For those long moons, he dreamed of home, his friends, his fellow apprentices and even his mother Brightflower. As her only kit she'd surely be overjoyed won't she? What about Pumpkinstar, would he remain as an apprentice? He was so close to getting his warrior name. Or even Moonpaw? The thick furred tom chuckled to himself once she popped up into his thoughts. Even after such a long time, he couldn't forget that silly face of hers. Could they remain close friends even after all this time?
'Well, what are you waiting for Zephyrpaw. You have a home to go to. And definitely many apologies to give to Pumpkinstar and everyone else.' It had been nearly two seasons since he had disappeared. there was a lot to catch up on.
Padding over the border, he hoped to come across a patrol. They wouldn't be that hostile right? He did smell of twolegs, though it wasn't as pungent as he had before. The maine coon was pleased, hopefully someone would also recognize him. After all, he did grow larger, as if that wouldn't give Moonpaw more of a reason to make fun of his wide paws and scruffy face. The dark brown tabby gave a few nervous licks of his white chest fur hoping he looked presentable enough to consider. Like that would help much. Come on Zephyr, you're going home. But there was the fact an interrogation was to come. It wouldn't be that bad right?