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ahh, glad to see that he's back! i'm currently on mobile, but maybe these two could have an interaction thread? he's currently residing in blizzardclan also, so they could reconcile / talk about herbs and stuff
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Newt was tired. Although he seldom admitted it to himself- or to even his creatures, the zoologist was deathly tired. His old home, the first place that had taken him in and treated him like a member of the family, had been wiped out by the End Game several months back. The territory was considered no-man's land, and all of his friends- or at least, the ones who hadn't died or disappeared prior to his departure were also gone. Scattered like dust in the wind. It hurt more than he would like to admit. But time moved on- people moved on, and Newt eventually had to face the facts. Riverclan was no more than a legend now, and he was but a relic from the past.
The wizard didn't leave his hut often compared to most, except to do fieldwork, so it was a surprise to see him wandering around the cottages without his wand or satchel. His eyes were unfocused, and the feline's tan pelt was messier than usual. He had overheard some people talking earlier that morning, and heard them mention a name- Arcanesecret. His mind had flashed back to the head medic in Riverclan, but he'd shaken away the idea before it could fully form. Arcane was a common enough prefix, and the likely hood of the newcomer being that Arcane? It was little to none. But still, a part of him hoped- His breath suddenly caught, heart thumping as he caught sight of the figure before him. Newt couldn't be sure, but it wouldn't hurt to ask, right? "Arcane?"
