It was an exciting moment for the old tom. No matter how exciting, it was a moment he never expected to occur in his life.
With his paw recovered, he was finally free to return to his home. Yet he felt stuck. He wasn't sure if he wanted to leave anymore.
A rather difficult discussion with Brindlestar after her return had left the tom waiting as she mulled over his question. The question of whether he could join the ranks of WindClan or not. He was an older tom, that was apparent from the small grey hairs that sparsely dotted his muzzle, and surely he would struggle to latch onto their training and ideals. Despite those setbacks, he was dedicated and curious. And for once in his life, he felt like he belonged.
After what felt like an agonizing amount of time spent waiting for her approval, he finally received it. The bonds that were just beginning to form would grow and expand. He wouldn't be left alone in his bed until someone came home. He was surrounded by cats like him who wanted something more than the life he lived before the accident.
Before approaching the tallrock, he had rehearsed the ceremony and learned the language alongside Brindlestar's own litter. It was a tad embarrassing, being taught what was considered the basics at his age. But he stood tall and padded forward, swallowing the lump of anxiety that blocked his throat.
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