[Hellion]

Wolf

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Memories have a funny way of coming back when you least expect it and sometimes the most ones born from a difficult choice or hard fact of life resurfaces more often. For Wolf those types of memories just so happened to strike him and urge him closer to StoneClan territory. Over four moons had past since he left Minnow kit with StoneClan. The time he spent with StoneClan had created a sense of kinship between him and those he got to know and he felt it was right to ask for Minnow's acceptance within the Clan and felt relieved that his son was accepted by Hawkstar. The feeling of relief washed over him that late leaf bare as he realized that his son wouldn't be subject to a loner's life that he prescribed for himself, he'd be okay and that's all Wolf could ever be able to hope for from The Tribe of Endless Hunting.

That train of thought is what drew his paws further from his own den and into StoneClan territory. He knew that about the borders the clans kept after he helped them regain their territory, but he wasn't sure he'd be welcomed but still risked it. His intention wasn't to see his son, while he would like to see Minnow who most likely would have had his named changed, a thought that came later to him as he walked. Would Minnow really give up his name? It would be okay but a pang of sadness stuck him, that was the name Rose gave him and no matter what he said aloud or how he acted there would be a part of Wolf that cared deeply for Rose and perhaps would have been able to express his feelings for her, but she was called into the beautiful night sky and died protecting her kits. His Rose would always have a special place in his heart and in his memories.

The change of terrain eased his altered his attention from past memories into focusing on the present. Newleaf was kind to StoneClan's territory as soft grass brushed his paws, fresh scents filled his nose and caused comforted purr in his body. A territory like this would have kits and any to-be growing plump and lazy, perhaps StoneClan's prey-hunters wouldn't have to work so hard with as much green that spanned all that he could see.

Reminding himself where he was and why he was there, Wolf paused just a few strides into the border. He wouldn't dare hunt in the Clan's territory on perhaps, he knew how far they had come and wouldn't dare hurt their chances, there were many mouths to feed within StoneClan, he could hunt for himself closer to his den and if he had to he could go without a meal for a day or two. Despite only spending some time with StoneClan in the Mountain oasis before helping them regain their territory and later leaving the oasis, he still felt a strong sense of loyalty not just because his son was now among their ranks but he Wolf saw strength in their beliefs and their practices and wanted to ensure they had a fighting chance, StoneClan became an outlet for his loyalty despite not being one of them.

Keeping to his distance, he kept his ears perked up and his nose was busy checking for any scents he could recognize, it would be nice to know of Minnow's present and how StoneClan had been growing since their victory.

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Those days are gone,
Now the memory's on the wall.

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Tag::nimble
Notes:: think of wolf as the 10th doctor

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The silver warrior had left the camp, a prickling in her paws drawing her out alone towards the far border. As Silentkit grew ever closer to apprenticeship, she spent less and less time in the nursery. Though she cared for him like he was her own kit, Riversong still knew little about him. He was almost completely nonverbal, and often appeared to be utterly lost in thought. It was difficult to engage him, but he was still a capable young cat, and not at all, well, handicapped.

He, at least, was not unhappy, and was now very much a part of StoneClan. Her thoughts, drifted, then, to his father, Wolf. A former tribe cat, the loner and she had... No. She pushed it out of her mind. It was an impossibility. She hadn't seen Wolf since the day of the battle, and she was sure he'd moved on.

Riversong had one other kit, besides Silentkit, a grown warrior by the name of Melodypond. She'd drifted away from her daughter over the seasons, she'd taken note of her accomplishments. Even in the wake of losing her first apprentice, Houndpaw, to greencough, Melodypond had taken a mate, Graniteclaw. Riversong wished only that her daughter's romantic exploits might go better than her own. Melodypond's father, Nightfur, had died of greencough... but... she'd taken him as a mate out of obligation, out of habit. She was fulfilling her role as a loyal StoneClan warrior. After Melodypond had been kitted, they'd grown apart. There were, of course, no hard feelings, but she never knew what it was to be in l... no. She wouldn't use the "L" word. That was uncalled for.

So consumed with thought, the lithe warrioress hadn't noticed that she'd nearly reached the border. Flicking her tail absently, she decided that she'd better go the rest of the way. This border wasn't as regularly patrolled or marked. Sliding through some undergrowth, she looked back over her shoulder. Emerging, she... froze.

There, a few foxlengths ahead of her, was Wolf. A fire flared beneath her pelt, but she remained composed.

"Wolf," she greeted him warmly, composed, as always. She began to stride towards him, to touch her nose to his, but hesitated. It's been so long. Surely he's moved on...

Character; Riversong
Word count; 341
Notes; This is trash. I am trash.

[Hellion]

Wolf

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The sense of longing not for his old life but instead for knowledge of how they were doing remained heavy on his mind. It has been countless moons since his time with the tribe and those memories faded in out of his head with ease, but nothing would let him forget his first home, the place he knew and loved since his birth. But knowing that it was him who left freely was a sore reminder that they probably had forgotten about him, he was just another cave-guard who had wandered too far from home.

Picking away careful along his path that didn't lead anywhere the slight rustle caught the attention of his ears as they twitched to catch a better sense of the direction. Dismissing the noise at first it was the distant sound of his name that caught his full attention. It wasn't the full formal name he once held on to but instead the shortened version of his name, one that he had grown to love. His new name wasn't just an easier way to call him but instead a new version of himself. The Wolf he is now wasn't the Wolf who runs on the Mountain, who ran away so many moons ago with a young she-cat, no ties to the tribe remained in his name and in a way he enjoyed it, the new life he was making.

The cat who called out his name was Riversong! A lovely she-cat he got to know while helping StoneClan. The friendship that grew as they learned about each other was nice, it was an added comfort to him to think that Riversong would watch out for Jade. He watched her as she approached him and without pausing he glided into her, pressing his nose to her nose in greeting. Their friendship none the lesser despite their absence from each other.

"Hello Riversong."

[/color] He meowed in warm greeting, a welcoming purr warm in his chest. "I never thought I'd see you again but I happy that I get to. How is StoneClan doing? " He started conversation quickly, not wishing to take up too much of her time by pretending to be strangers, when in fact they were good friends, perhaps a verging on a little more.
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Those days are gone,
Now the memory's on the wall.

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