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    ♡ — Life was always a test, seemingly given by those from above the clouds. Challenges are what help us prove that we are worthy of the lives that starclan has given us. Given me. It made me consider, was all of this a test? Being taken from my home, falling in love, everything? I believe it is, and now Starclan is leading me home. Home.. I wonder how much has changed. Is Twistedstar still leader? Or has Gladefall ascended to leadership in the time, I've been gone. Thinking of home was such a nice feeling, though I can't deny the anxiety I feel clenching down on my chest. Would my clan have considered me dead all this time? Am I just going to return as a ghost? Then pegs the question, would anyone remember me? My scent has long been smothered by the harsh and burning scents that clung to the city like glue. My scent would give away my presence, long before anyone would see me. I can only hope to the stars, that no one mistakes me for a bloodclanner. I miss my home and my family.


    I continued on, ignoring the small throbs of pain and the cold numbing in my paws. It was such a long walk, especially in the middle of leafbare, but I'm so close. The age old scent of home was getting closer and closer, and I followed it like a moth to a flame. It was so close- home, safety, friends. Lids dropping, I could feel exhaustion clawing at the edges of my mind. I want to rest so bad.. Perhaps I can rest once I cross the border, and wait for someone of Riverclan to find me and let me come home. As the comforting scent of the river and fish clouded my senses, my body went lax and fell against the cold frosting that colored the ground white. Green eyes became half lidded before dropping completely as my consciousness faded.


    Thank Starclan, I'm home.


    "Speech"

    //Ko's been around technically in rc for a year now so I hope it was okay I had her know who Rose was? Sorry if I messed anything up. </3


    Ashen fur would sway gently in the leaf-bare wind that was carried her way as she walked the lands RiverClan called home, she had needed to get out of camp and get some space for herself. Some time alone. While the bubbly feline always preferred doing things with others on a rare occasion she did take the time to go out and about on her own, it was refreshing and it allowed her to just think with no worries. Well... most of the time. Because last time she had been doing this she had found Moonmourn in the snow, and it seems now she was going to be finding yet another cat collapsed in the ice cold substance. Only that unlike Moonmourn, this cat looked familiar to Komodofire's eye.


    "R-Rose?" She calls out to the figure from afar, was that her? Where had she been? Is she okay? Komodofire didn't know the story as to why the molly left, whether it was a choice or by force like Creekfang. But no matter what, it was important for now just to make sure the feline was okay. Even if she wasn't the cat Komodofire thought she was.


    She gives small leaps through the snow in an attempt to get through it swifter, you practically had to plow through it now everyone within RiverClan territory...

    Ko already missed the sight of green grass. The scents of green-leaf, the plentiful prey it brought.

    But as she nears the russet feline she can't help but continued to notice how similar she looked to an old clan-mate, reaching a paw over she attempts to gently shake her shoulder. "R-Rosetide...? Is it you? W-Wake up..."

    ♡ — //as I already said in disc, its perfectly fine with me!


    Russet red ears twitched at a faintly familiar voice, causing the somali's eyes to clench before blinking open. Rosepaw peered up at the figure and perked up. "K-Komodo?" She responded in response, before forcing herself to sit up, ignoring the ache of her paws. "I'm home...Thank starclan, I found my way home." She stated with a shuddering breathe, her eyes glossing as relief filled her system.


    "Speech"

    Focused perception flooded the riverbank as the leader whisked across the pebbled landscape with an ease reserved those who had trekked this land time and again. Riverclan. With expert precision slim paws navigated over snowy stones and polished pebbles, bringing him gracefully to the source of his blaring alarm. A russet body collapsed against a canvas of frosty white, at their side the stormy figure of Komodofire.


    He pushed throw a snow bank to halt at his warriors side, finally placing a name to the familiar, vixen-hued coat. ....Rosepaw? His thoughts echoed Komodo's calls of concern. "We need to get you a medic," He expressed uneasily, fear only somewhat stifled by the weak vocalizations coming from the ex-Riverclanner. He leaned forward to asses the familiar she-cats condition- no smears of blood or mangled limbs- by the looks of it. "You'll be fine, Rosepaw- Can you stay with her, Komodo? I'll be right back."


    Without waiting for confirmation, he swept away toward camp to retrieve a healer.


    Shoreheart.   pipitpetal  

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    A small gasp parts from her jaws, it was her...? Rosepaw! What was she doing here? How was she here? Not that she was upset by it or anything but- how? Perhaps it was a gift from StarClan, their appreciation of what Gladestar was doing for the clan was beginning to show... At the thought a small smile would form upon her maw, it felt nice knowing their ancestors were looking down upon them. Guiding them... perhaps the starry cats strength were already beginning to be restored?

    God she hoped so, the clans would be gravely lost without them.


    |R-Rosepaw, what happened to you? Where had you gone? RiverClan was so worried about you, we had to assume the worst after..." She stops at the sound of approaching paw-steps and turns to look at her leader, a medic. Yes... she needed one clearly. "I will." The molly assures Gladestar before sitting down nearby the feline, heavy concern still flooding through her.


    Arriving on the scene quickly, Shoreheart burst into the area before stopping suddenly with a gasp. Her frame locked into place for a moment, heart freezing like ice in the cool air of leafbare.


    "Rose?" She gasped meekly, all but nine moons old again. She hears the quiet chatter of the apprentice den in the back of her mind, can smell the scent of fresh flowers that someone had brought to overpower the stench of whatever they'd found in the back of the den that morning. She'd had both eyes then - had both of them the last she'd seen Rosepaw, too. Would she recognize her?


    A snapping of a twig from behind her snaps her out of the memory, and Shoreheart shakes her head to be rid of the thought. Quickly approaching the returned cat, Shoreheart is quick to take stock of the situation.


    "What happened?"


    //fhghrhghrhbghrhg i'm so sorry i'm late i haven't been avilaable til now