Pigeonpaw flicked his whiskers in anxiousness as he stared at the old barn from the edges of Windclan territory. He had thought a lot about Bat, Pepper, and all the other barn cats ever since... Rockthorn. It had been multiple moons since he had rejoined Windclan and he wondered if the old couple still thought about him. 'Oh Fish, Mist, Ginger, Bat, Pepper, Maybe more now. I miss them so much.' It wasn't that he didn't like his new life, it was just... so hard to adapt and let go of everyone he grew up with. He stood there for what was hours wondering if he should enter. Would they still recognize him? Half of his lower jaw was gone and he still had scars running down his side and the fur hadn't grown back. He had a distinctive Clan scent now and the musty scent of the barn was almost completely covered up.
But most of all he worried if they were still alive. And that was what finally convinced him to go.
He crept into the dilapidating barn, his paws creaking on the old wooden floors. The familiar smell of mice wafted through the air, unfortunately covering up any other scents. He only heard silence and he can't swivel his ears because they were folded to his head. He couldn't even feel any vibrations in the boards from paws slapping the ground other than the small pitter-patters of mice. 'Is anyone still living here?!' His heart beat so hard he could hear it. Pigeonpaw frantically scrambled to the center of the clearing and scanned for any sign of cats. He could see a nest but from this distance, he couldn't tell if anyone had slept in it recently. "H-Hello?! Anyun here?! Bat? Peppur?! Mist?!!"
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~ WCC's resident lizard person ~
and holder of the Magical Name-Changing Wand, which is currently under a curse
done by an evil witch which makes it do nothing but make an explosion of rainbows.
If someone knows the remedy to this curse, please send help.
I like clouds.
~Twistedtail||Littlepaw|Pigeonstorm||Yinpaw||An ~