A lean seal point stood in the Place of No Stars, a single sapphire eye glowing in the darkness as he searched for one of the spirits to greet him. It's been far, far too long since he's been here. Not only in the Dark Forest, but also as the cannibal Revolution. His memories flooded back, adding onto what he knew in the life of Stagstride. Poor tom, he'd never know what hit him. It all came back to him. After leaving SkyClan, he had forced himself to forget everything, but now, he remembered. Ah, that'd mean he'd have to act as that oblivious brute for a few moons. He spat on the ground, wondering how his life had gone from being the king of his world into a prisoner of his own skin. Hopefully he'd get to resharpen both his body and his mind in this realm.
— "speaking in #dc143c" —
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