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Post by periwinklestar on Jun 21, 2023 11:10:08 GMT -6
The sun was high, beating down on the leaders shoulders. The warmth made him only wish that he was without his long hair, but still loving the environment nonetheless. Paws sunk into muddy ground, the rain from the day before making him keep alert for flooded banks and the possibility of having to move camps, however for now he would be unbothered.
Behind him was Midnightsun, his son that had ventured to follow his own path. Though he loved him, and held him dear, he was still another clan, and wouldn't lead him to his camp.
Rather he'd lead the other to a spot where his other members of his adopted family would be and meet at so they could have their time and day of family till the sun was low and he'd lead midnight back to the border.
"Ah hope they are feeding ya well up in the mountains, takin care of ya well." His words were only passing comments, but they were still feelings he wondered always. He worried about the lad, but he tried not to too much. He could take care of himself, he was sure.
"We're nearing the geysers, where yer brothers an' sisters are waiting."
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Post by Midnightsun on Jun 22, 2023 10:01:48 GMT -6
Tom-cat - 22 moons - He/Him - Warrior of Borealisclan (gfm) - Apprenticing: None The tom had been sad the day he made the decision to continue his journey in another clan having grown close to his family who had found him as a young kit after his kin had lost their own to the battle he had grown up with them all most of his life though he had to admit his nose was always in the medicine cat den trying to learn what he could pick up (medicine cat) was especially patient with him but made sure he stayed out from under paw and was never in the den if there was a chance to catch a cold. He had retained a lot of that information and kept it fresh whenever he could with the clan currently without a medicine cat for Borealisclan he tried to help as much as he could but knew that Astralclan would choose someone they believed to be worthy of the position and that might not be him so he tried not to go over board, but it was hard with sick cats in the den.
"Of course poppa, the prey still runs in the flurries of the moun'in. I am glad to get the chAnce to come see every'un." he replied green eyes glancing at his father.
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