Jaguarclaw had been preoccupied with a hunt. He was padding back into camp with a water vole and a pathetic looking squirrel in his jaws. For leaf-bare, this was better than nothing. It had been brutal this season, more so than normal do to the lack of strength in all the clans. No one had the will to do anything after the Liberation fights. Thunderclan and Windclan had it worse though, having their territories burned to the ground right before the harshest season came along. Jaguarclaw was grateful that hadn't happened to Shadowclan, but it gave him reason not to complain as much. While thinking all this, he wasn't exactly paying attention to the cats around him or just his surroundings in general. He had a routine since his friend's disappearance. Hunt, patrol, eat, rest, repeat. He rarely gave himself time to relax because he'd get so caught up in his thoughts, but he simply didn't know that was going to change soon.
Approaching the kill-pile, he dropped his catches on top before allowing his olive hues to scan it over.
Pitiful. That was the only word to describe it. Then a new scent caught his attention. No, it wasn't new... it was familiar, an aching familiarity. Spinning around, the Bengal searched in the direction the scent was coming from. Just a little ways away, he spotted
her. Instantly his olive hues lit up, however, he wasn't sure how to approach the situation. She'd disappeared on him, on their clan. Why? His minding was whirling. Thinking quickly, he let his paws guide him towards the black and white warrior.
"M-Marbledface?" he spoke, almost too softly.
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