Finding Peace:

OOC: This is the sequel to "Passing Time"

IC: The day's afternoon was coming to an end. The sky was beginning to take the beautiful red, orange, and yellow colors familiar with sunsets. The day had been eventful to say the least. He had conversed with many of his clan-mates. He really enjoyed the laid back atmosphere. It hasn't been too long since he had returned back to camp with the patrol group he had been on yet, to him, it felt like moons. His days dragged on and doing everyday tasks was proving to be quite difficult for him to perform. His stubbornness and his tendency to not take proper care of himself were to blame.

Crowfur had acquired an illness when he had washed up on a shore after the flood. He had lived with it for an unhealthy amount of time. He managed to push it aside instead of acknowledging it and asking for help. During the battle of the dogs, injuries were thrown into the mix. However, with those, he got the proper assistance. They healed decently. Some would definitely leave scars but he didn't mind.

Currently, the tom was still ill. It's gotten so bad that he constantly felt numb with pain and ached all over. His golden eyes burned and watered due to the heat coming from within him. His pelt was unkempt, a bit shaggy, and had lost it's gloss. Basically, he has seen better days. Deep inside, the tom knew his time was running short. It was very unnerving but weirdly enough, he was ready for it.

The knowledge of his deteriorating state landed him to where he was now. The old warrior was at the entrance of his brother's den. He wanted to take a night stroll out in the territory. It was the time where everything was so serene and time moved at a comfortable pace. It was Crowfur's favorite hobby. It relaxed him and allowed him to unwind. He had done it since his early apprentice years. He decided to bring along Scorchstar seeing as the other needed some quiet time to think and process. Besides, they needed to catch up. When was the last time they had brother bonding session?

"Scorchstar...Would you like to join me on a night stroll?" rasped the night colored tom from where he stood. He was hoping that the other would agree. Scorchstar was one of the only family he had left. He needed to spend as much time with him as he could. Crowfur would never admit it but he was a bit desperate to be close to his family. He can't even count how many loved ones he's already lost. It drained his soul but he still stands on his paws knowing that he has others still with him. His clan was his family! Nowadays, he no longer moped. He was only physically tired.