Cold. Dark.
Jingle.
JINGLE.
It had been 19 moons. 19 MOONS.
19 DAMN MOONS.
Rainhound crept back into ThunderClan’s territory, head held low. No one would want her back. They probably all hated her for disappearing and failing her clan, like every other warrior did. Deep down she knew it wasn't fully her fault. The reasoning was pretty obvious, as she reeked of a foreign, disgusting smell and wore a collar with a bell on it. The jingling noise almost made her groan, but her collar was so tight that she could barely speak. It had been so many moons ago that she had last said a word except for “help”.
Her physical state was also quite questionable. She had been out on a hunt when suddenly, a twoleg jumped onto her tail and held her in place, putting her in a tiny cage and carrying her to her new “home”. A dark room, barely any food, a broken tail that wasn’t taken care of.. At some point she had managed to crack her broken bones back into place, but here she was, actually making her way back to ThunderClan and walking a long distance for the first time in too many moons.
All she’d been able to do was pace around in her tiny “den”. Her paws were sore from the plastic ground with a few sharp edges sticking out, her belly rumbling due to the rationing of food, and her way of walking sloppy. Rainhound had not needed to deal with walking long distance on three working legs for… a while now. In some cases she didn’t mind her crippled front leg, but now, it was certainly annoying. Anyways - back to where she was right now. Someone had probably noticed her right now, but incase that wasn’t true, she wanted to make her presence clear. So she let out a little cough, staring wide-eyed at the territory and cocking her head.
“E- Emberpaw… uh.. Hound.. spirit,” she rasped, coughing again before continuing. She would just recite every name she remembered, even if they weren’t in ThunderClan anymore.
“Bu.. Bumblebreak.. Cin.. Cinderpaw.. Cinder.. sky.. Bush.. paw.. Mistheart.. Spider… throat.” She didn’t even know if the names were correct, since it had been so long, but she hoped someone familiar would come and greet her instead of some random stranger who would chase her out of the territory. Shivers ran down her spine. Leafbare certainly wasn’t the best time to make a long trek through the territory, especially with her conditions.
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