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The Maine coon had been walking through the dense redwood forest, finding himself very thirsty and exhausted as he edged the territory. He had no idea that he was entering the territory of Seaglassclan, but wouldn't have really cared either. He rushed to a stream to quench the week-long dehydration he was suffering, finding now the perfect time to give in to his surroundings, as he collapsed onto the ground with his face shoved to the water. He'd been traveling for months on end, searching for answers that may, or may not be given to him. It surprisingly had never crossed his mind- to find his biological mother, father... Siblings... What he was mainly focused on was the female who had raised him. He wanted so desperately to know where she had gone to, if she was even alive anymore and if her children survived those harsh winters. He- It was time to set his priorities straight. The female would have been an elder by now and her children would be about ten months old now, which was besides the point. The female was [b]gone, he just didn't like to admit it. After all this time, she would have been found, or come to him. He honestly didn't know what had happened to the female, if the gang caught up to her, or if she simply died during labor somewhere. It was time to search for a place to call home, a place to settle down and perhaps raise a family of his own. He felt hopeless in the area of finding his biological family, but only due to the mere fact that it happened so very long ago and he barely had any memories of it. Believe me, I've tried finding that old farm...
Adronitis closed his eyes, it was hard to think about and here he was staring at the reflection of a broken soul. It was then that he noticed many unfamiliar scents, noticing now that he was bordering yet another clan, in which he had hoped was kind enough to let him in for a while. After all, he didn't want to just spring up into a clan and join it... It could be the Exiles for all he knew and if that was the case, then he was dead-meat. He leaned up from the ground, straightening his back as he sat in front of the stream with water dripping down from his mouth and onto his chin, chest... He'd patiently await for a clan member to come to him. He'd intruded enough.
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