Let the cold winds blow, and let the warm stones kill

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  • "Why cant you just go back?" Teddy asked "are they still there?"

  • Teddy closed her eyes she kept them closed for a long time suddenly she opened them she had a blank exprestion in her eyes ''im coming with you" she meowed as she stared out into the mountains

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    Talon shook his cranium "You miss understand me, what I mean by:My love. I mean a connection with the land, with the cats around me. With a bond that is only held through a tribe or a clan as you call it" his mountainous accent, was thickly laced in his words. Talon had tried to hide it as he had talked to these strangers, but he mustn't hide his true self much longer.

  • Teddy closed her eyes she reopened them and meowed "Im coming with you..'' she stared into the moutains

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    Talon dipped his head with acknowledgment to the she-cat before him "Very well Teddy, but if you suddenly decide to not accompany me. I will deeply understand, and you may leave me in my plunder" the tom stood up on all four paws, shaking out fresh snow from his long mop of fur. "I think it is time for me to be on my way, towards the East side, where I believe a river is I've heard rumors of a Riverclan."

  • Lucian shrugged. He would care less about their sad stories. "Then get out from my territory and go to your next checkpoint," the Omen mewed.

  • Talon flicked his tail in remorse for the Omen, "Then go back to camp, and truly attend and love your clan" the tom spun on his heel, beginning to slowly walk away from the Stranger cat. "Teddy come, Dear" he murmured. Begining to trot towards the distant river.

  • Talon sighed, sending a flaring glare over at the taut cat behind him. He traveled swiftly, his paces large, long bending his joints quite more than needed; his paw steps where very carefully placed avoiding rocks and grit that could harm his tough pads. Talon looked back at the she-cat trailing behind him sighing "Please, pick up the pace Teddy, we have to find shelter, food and water by the end of today. The ground is frost-bitten and prey is not plenty-full. We have to get a serious move on"

  • ok
    Teddy folowed she looked at Talon and out into the mountains she looked back at Talon ''Talon? when are we going to rest I can hunt'' she meowed as she looked back into the forest she smelled mouse

  • Talon sighed "We will hunt when the white sphere called the Moon floats up to it's highest depths. I will serve you with an Owl" the tom continued padding through the frost-bitten grass, raisin his small cranium to the sky his jaws opening to taste the air: "Hmm, I have a feeling we are in Windclan by a chance, I'm sorry this place is very foreign"

  • ''I know Windclan'' Teddy meowed ''my friend gave her kits to them''Teddy meowed her white fur covered in snow ''she had no choice'' Teddy meowed catching up to Talon

  • Talon sighed "That is very sad, indeed" the tom started picking up his pace to a light run, passing through the hills. Until he reached a distant forest, "I think this is the Noble clan Thunderclan!" he murmured, softly halting from his light run. "And here I believe the owls take harbor... You can find shelter and I'll hunt the food... Okay?" The tom started heading towards the West, his cranium pointed towards the night sky. His nostrils flaring as he breathed in the air, and his mouth opening and closing as he tasted the air; his tail flicking from side to side in content, to be in a trees shelters. Even though he preffered the ground to be hard rock, and to be in a variety of open space.