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With only the dim light of the moon as his guide, Rabbit dragged his muddy pelt through the marshes aimlessly. He looked more mud than cat as the wispy white fur of his was moor designed to have the wind flow through it, not be bogged down by water and dirt. Pathetic, that was the first word that came his mind when he thought of the state that he was in. Though he tried his best to not think about it too long, the siren song of a simpler life by a roaring fire encased in stone and wet brown pellets haunted him. With each hardship, with each passing day as his clumsy feet chased off any decent prey, he felt more and more worn down by that ghost.

This was his last hope. Carrionplace. Or at least, the general location he thought was Carrionplace. He remembered being an apprentice in WindClan, his mentor derisively snorting that ShadowClanners had it easy, full off their rats that thrived in Carrionplace. The forest canopy of ThunderClan and SkyClan terrified him, so used to the open air. While RiverClan, the last he remembered it was under Jaystar, spawn of Ivystar, cruel cats that delighted in the blood of WindClan being spilt. The fears of kithood had been so ingrained, he couldn't step foot on that uneven sandy ground. This truly was his last resort, his last hope.

So with great trepidation, he waded deeper and deeper into the marshes, praying to the Moon and the Stars to please guide him. He wanted just one place to rest his weary head.

"I want to come home..."