[nykyrian]

✧|Pigeonhop|✧
He/Him| Open |WC:180

Carrying both pieces of prey back was a hassle. Juggling both a magpie and a robin took a special kind of talent. But he certainly wasn't going to make two trips, he would make it work with one. Happy now Sparrowstar? He thought smugly as he added the birds to the prey pile.

As he turned around it struck him, he was actually back in Thunderclan. He did it, albeit not as smoothly as he would've preferred. He was home. With that came the worst parts of course. His deep-seated hatred for the clearing was a reasonably one in his opinion.

The clearing was always packed full of his clanmates. Their eyes could always be felt burning into his fur. The muttered conversations he couldn't understand, but still felt like a direct attack. It was unreasonable, he knew that. But it didn't stop the way he felt, his brain would always tell him what they were saying, thinking. Which is why he froze as he turned around, struggling deeply to regain his composure and leave before anyone noticed his presence.

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