Leaves moved against the breeze sluggishly and the air felt thick with the afternoon heat. Dear heavens, even with the shade of the trees I still want to peel my coat off. Balsameye couldn't stand the heat. Even with his short coat and light fur it still made him patchy with sweat. Despite the suns burning rays, which made him less than excited, Balsam couldn't quench his yearning to see his old territory. Not that he could actually see anything. More-so it was just the cream tom staring off sadly into the direction of his former log nest. Finally, he made it to the little spot. Which settled near a cluster of rocks and tree's that separated Thunderclan from two other territories. Alright. I just have to stay conscious of not crossing over the scent lines. Aside from that I'm doing no harm. Parking his rear right then and there Balsameye proceeded to do as he thought he would. Stare sadly off into the distance, recalling the days he hunted mice alone.
// CANARYPAW.