—— 🎕 He'd expected being taken by Twolegs to be more unpleasant, in all honesty. They were supposedly the bane of the clans, monstrous creatures with no fur and white eyes and paws that were all tentacle-y, which all in all seemed nothing but bad news. But if being kept by Twolegs was really that awful, he wouldn't have taken this long to come back.
Sure, he'd intended to escape much earlier. The day he'd been captured, in fact, plans to save his own skin had been most certainly in the works. But then they'd fed him, and washed off the dirt and grime and river-water scent, and given him somewhere cozy and warm to sleep. He participated in their game out of pure survival instinct, of course. Any happiness derived from the sudden and utter lack of need or responsibility, the freedom from freedom itself -- well, that was just a bonus.
Complacency might have been the word, but adaptability sounded nicer. He'd adapted to new surroundings, braved encounters with fearsome beasts and his strange new life. It might've taken a while to kick in, but eventually the shame of becoming a kittypet did work its magic. Somehow, he now found himself in RiverClan again. There was a faded orange collar fastened painfully obviously around his neck, and his paws had become soft and unsuited to the rough earth. But he had made it.
Although his pelt was bare of his homeland's scent, he strode forward with confident familiarity nonetheless. He was RiverClan, born and bred. This place was still his home. Wasn't it?
// hey y'all! i'm bringing this guy back as a casual character. i tweaked his appearance a bit and finally settled on his personality (he's basically a stoner) but it's still canon that he used to be in riverclan so feel free to have your character remember him!