( u know a year ago i said i was never coming back to this site but uhhh here we are ! ye e h aw
also i'm not gonna add this ic bc pierce still has No Fucken Clue™ what's going on bUT like two months ago he got teleported to the "new world" or whatever late and now there's This mess )
Blizzardclan was not a name one easily forgot. Though certainly not the oldest group out there, Blizzardclan was incredibly well-known, a place with boundless amounts of history. Pierce's own, personal history with the clan was extensive, to say the least. He had been just five months old when he first stumbled up those seemingly-endless marble steps, to find himself in what his young mind had only been able to perceive as a winter wonderland floating in the clouds. The group and its people had swept young Pierce off his feet, teaching him how to care for himself and those around him, how to function among a group of remarkably different individuals. He had come to the clan as just a scared little boy, and he'd learned how to talk to people, and had even begun taking on leadership roles when it was necessary. He'd climbed up the ranks in the clan within months of joining, and held the position of vice-leader for countless moons. Pierce had loved his clan and its people more than anything else, and he'd been willing to do nearly anything for it. Even when his world around him was crumbling, his role in the clan had kept him grounded. At least, for a while it had. It took over a year for him to begin to crack under the pressure, with the stress of personal as well as inter-clan drama, mental illness, and his responsibilities to the clan as well as his family all piling up atop one another.
He had stepped down from the role of vice-leader more than a year after being offered it, and just a month later, disappeared. He couldn't remember where he had gone, or what had happened since he'd left; all he knew was that he'd had to leave because it was unsafe, that he'd had to take care of his family. Everything after that was a blur, and now, he was here.
Where was "here", though? Though he knew the forest he had just stepped into belonged to Blizzardclan, it all seemed wrong. The place he was now was not the Blizzardclan Pierce had once called home- or, at least, it didn't look like it.
The freckled feline glanced around, amber gaze sweeping over the forest that now surrounded him. He had awoken months ago in that other group, the Thunderlands, but when he'd heard mention of a clan called "Blizzardclan", something had told him he had to go. Though his memory wasn't yet all there, he knew that this place meant something to him, and he had to make the journey and at least see for himself. From what he recalled, the territory was all wrong, but maybe they'd moved, or something. Maybe something was still here that would help him remember. The gentle breeze carried an oddly familiar scent, undoubtedly belonging to the group that he was here to see. There was something comforting about it, and it brought him a feeling most comparable to reuniting with a childhood companion. Pierce didn't know how long it had been since he'd last been in Blizzardclan. Would anyone here even know who he was? He sure hoped so; if not, he had no idea how he was going to get any answers. Taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in his stomach, Pierce decided it was now or never. "Excuse me?" the serval called into the trees. "I'm Pierce Parker. I'm just here to, uh, look around, I guess, if that's okay?" he finished, adjusting the leather strap of his old satchel to rest more comfortably upon his shoulder.


