bio — It had only been maybe a week and a half since the large toms return to his birth clan. Being back had been great when he wasn't interacting with anyone, he felt comforted by the familiar territory rather then not knowing what he'd come a cross next. Though once again, it was himself that was the biggest conflict. The same feminine voice reappeared, she lingered in his head. Oh he wished she would go away. Why didn't she go? The same questions would ponder within his mind for days to come.
As the sun began to rise beneath the earths surface, Abraham padded out of the warriors den and immediately made his way to the exit of camp. He paused briefly too look over his shoulder, his golden eyes glimmering with self disgust. Abe was unaware that what he heard and seen wasn't real and part of his mental health, and being a rather unhealthy believer in StarClan once he returned home he began to think... what if it isn't a StarClan she-cat speaking to him? Warning him? Mocking him for his sins? But instead one of the Dark forest? He was afraid somehow what he had would spread... but could it spread to the non-believers? Or perhaps even Dark forest worshipers themselves? He heard vile things about BloodClan, so there he would go. A place where he'd do no harm to no one but himself.
He was not only leaving his clan, but his family. Though he knew it wasn't likely they'd want him around anyways if they learned of what went on inside of his head... she would be the death of him here.
So without a word, he left. Journeying to the unknown, with only the voice inside his head to keep him company for the journey there.
//I'm sorry but I really couldn't get into Abe's character here. I feel like he'd be better in BloodClan and possibly even get better? Sorry </3 ""