It had been sudden, to her, at least.
Her twolegs had started moving things and boxing things. They did that sometimes, getting new things and whatever, hardly a bother. But...then they'd moved things out, not brought new things in. And then they hadn't let her out during the day as they normally did. Suddenly she had been cut off from Skyclan, from her duties, from everyone.
And...well...she never went back to that camp, hell, even those territories.
They'd packed up, shipped off, to somewhere new. Sure, it had a lake, and the places to explore were vast and new, but... She missed Skyclan, missed her second home. Arlo could only entertain her for so long, as dogs do. It felt like she'd suddenly come upon a great loss, a loss she couldn't fill...that maybe she'd never fill again.
Though, perhaps whatever 'other power' may exist - she was still unsure on this whole starclan business - had been looking down on her, and felt bad for the little brat. Because, well... seemed she came into some old company.
It had been another wander, looking around what felt like empty land, when she'd frozen, white fur on end. She'd met some of the strays and other twoleg pets, but this was not them. She was paused in place, frozen. It was familiar, but...also so very different. She learned not to get her hopes up. Grandpa had been very sure to remind her that too much hope could lead to deep disappointments.
But still, her paws moved, faster and faster.
Before she eventually burst forth, leaping out at the cat before her, sending them tumbling in a squabble. It was only when she planted the cat on their back did Marie finally look.