[poppy]

(cloudy had no posts under her name therefore I just resubmitted her)

the young she-cat's lean, taut muscles became tensed as the scent of blood filled her nostrils. What in StarClan happened? Her home, her old home now current home was filled with the familiar scents, but also the scent of blood. But it was imaginary. She was imagining the smells of blood. Of death. She had been scared of finding a Clan in ruin.

The scent of death had become barely noticeable to her, apprentice aged but weathered by the sights and experiences she had had in her time away. Raised by that rogue, she barely remembered her family. Her mother, she remembered her mother. Bushkit. She knew him. She had a sister, too. She never spoke with any of her littermates. Then, she snuck out of camp. Fell into the river. Washed up onto the bank, a small scrap of fur. It had been a miracle, her survival had been. A rogue had found her. Starla was her name, wasn't it?

Starla raised her.
Starla fed her.
Starla was a good parent.
Until she wasn't.
Until she started getting angry.
Starla taught Cloudy how to kill.
She taught Cloudy how to be a murderer.
Cloudy didn't want to be a murderer.

So Cloudy ran. Ran away from Starla. Alone in the world, 5 moons old. She wanted to go home. She wanted to, so, so bad, she missed her mother and father and siblings. But she didn't know where to go. She had cornered a kittypet, and interrogated them. She had found an alley cat, asked them where the forest was. The alley cat got mad, attacked her. Cloudy didn't know how to fight. She only knew how to kill.

And that's what Cloudy did. She killed that cat, and found the forest herself. But she had to fight someone else. They wouldn't let her leave. She tried not to kill them, but that was all she knew how to do. Kill or be killed. She barely slept. Ate Nofur trash.

And now she was home. HOME. Her mother was there. Her father. Her brother. Her sisters. She couldn't wait. Running now, Cloudykit burst into camp. ''Mother?'' She called, the name sour on her tongue. ''Bushkit?'' She remembered his name. ''Someone!''

@duskfire1 @Jayvines @error (just sliding cloudy in here for some morale boosting, perhaps?)