Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-33950110-20190815005606/@comment-40162417-20190913001859

To say that he was lost and scared was a severe understatement.

He huddled under a bush in unfamiliar territory, the scents of strange cats he didn't know swarming him, assaulting his nose as he curled into a shaking ball of ginger fur. He curled his tail around himself and closed his eyes, once more praying in vain that this was some insane dream.

Sure, Hunta had wandered around for...for...he didn't even want to think about how long he'd been separated from his housefolk. He had been places he never thought he'd see in a lifetime, met cats that lifted his spirits and sent those hopes crashing down when he had to leave. But the crushing fact that outweighed that was that he didn't want to see those things anymore; he didn't want to be a wandering wonder, sharing his tale of awe to all who passed; he didn't want to be the interesting story kittypets told their grandkits in passing by the fireplace.

He just wanted to go home.

Was that so much to ask?

Thistlefur was bringing prey back to MoonClan camp. A mouse swung from her jaws, and the she-cat was particularly proud of it; it was fairly large, for a rodent.

She set the mouse in the fresh-kill pile with a purr.

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Twistedtail was in SunClan camp, relaxing after hunting. He'd caught a rabbit earlier, which meant running. And Twistedtail couldn't keep running for long.

Talonpaw was sitting in SunClan camp.

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