Swifty Is Back [[Open]]

Swiftheart had finally been let out of the stuffy two-leg's den that had taken him and he took his chance to escape. He didn't even think twice about it. As soon as that door opened, he was out of there and on his way back home. He was so skinny you could see his ribs through his grey pelt from not eating the nasty dry rabbit pellets they tried to feed him, but he ignored the constant gnawing in his stomach as he tried to find his way back to WindClan. It as about a days walk back to WindClan, but on his way he got into it with a not-so-friendly rogue. He came out of it with a torn ear and several scratches across his flank and face, but nothing he couldn't handle. He finally crossed back into WindClan territory and he let out a huge sigh of relief, breathing in the familiar scent of the moor and his clan. He raced the rest of the way there, ignoring his aching paws, and finally padded
to the entrance to camp, stopping for a second. Would they be glad to see me? Would they think I had abandoned them? He thought to himself. His usual worry creeping into his mind. He shook his head, No. It wasn't my fault. They'd understand. He told himself before padding slowly into camp, his green gaze a mixture of relief, happiness, and exhaustion.