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Seapaw stumbled as she walked, her foot catching on a rock. The she-cat hissed in pain and cursed the dog that had ruined her leg. Fatigue was clawing at her and the marbled tabby knew she had to take a break soon. Ever since her leg was injured, Seapaw's progress was much slower.
Progress? She mocked herself as she sat down heavily and began to gingerly lick her bad leg,
What progress? I don't even know if I'm going in the right direction. A while back, Seapaw had started experiencing deja-vous. Noticing little things in her surroundings and occasional smells that were familiar, but the smog of the twoleg area was still fogging up her sense of smell, even as far away as she now was. The molly huffed, disheartened by the fact that she could no longer remember what Riverclan smelled like. Despite her depressed mood, no tears welled in the former apprentice's eyes. She'd learned the hard way that tears got a cat nothing.
The vegetation around Seapaw was eerily familiar and she strained her brain, but it was no use. All memory of Riverclan territory was faded and foggy. The camp, however, she could remember every little detail of the camp. Things she'd never noticed before. Her only hope was to stumble upon the camp or at least get close enough that she could recognize it. With the familiarity around her, Seapaw should have been more certain of being near her destination, but she'd been traveling for moons and the hard life of a rogue had made her a pessimist.
Heaving a sigh, the tabby pulled herself to her aching paws and continued in her journey. The last couple of days Seapaw had pushed herself harder than usual, especially since her injury. She had just felt so sure she was close to a breakthrough, but her pessimism had ripped that hope up quickly. She had walked until the moon started setting and slept wherever possible until the sun started rising. Hunting had been a bit of a challenge the first day after she left the twoleg area, and not just because of her leg. There was nothing to hunt in the twoleg area and her skills had gone blunt. But she'd managed to hone them in a woodsy area on the outskirts of a twoleg nest even finding a tiny lake within the borders of a twoleg nest to practice hunting fish in. That didn't mean she was well fed though. Seapaw barely allotted herself any time to hunt.
Again, she pushed herself too far and started walking again even though she felt as if she might collapse at any moment. The molly padded forward with tired, uneven steps until she reached an area that smelled strongly of fish and memories. It tickled her brain and heart and gave her a shining moment of hope.
Oh, Starclan, please! Even in the moons away from your sight, I still believed in you. Please, please, help me now. Desperation glinted in her sea green eyes and hastened her heart beat as she hobbled to the left and right, confirming that the scent took the form of a line. Hardly daring to let herself hope, Seapaw hobbled over the line faster then she'd managed to move in a moon, she didn't even feel on the edge of collapsing anymore...at the moment.