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Jul 20 2017, 03:39 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 450px; text-align:justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana;">the mounting panic in hollowfrost made his chest feel tight, and with each heartbeat that passed the helpless feeling wound tighter and tighter. he set out from camp at a frenetic pace, his steps aimless as he led the two apprentices out into the forest. he'd wanted to lead this patrol out in search of his wayward daughter, but now that their search had begun he felt... lost. hollowfrost had no idea where to even begin - he didn't know the best places to look for superkit, even with the all-too-short, wasted month he'd had to get to know her.
he turned to squeakpaw and lionpaw, desperately trying to tramp down on the choking anxiety that mounted with every second. this was supposed to come easy to him; taking control of situations, stepping up into a more commanding role, wasn't anything new to him. but he had never felt like this before, so at a loss of what to do or say. it was impossible to keep a clear head when a thousand worries ran through his thoughts all at once, his daughter's name a frantic mantra in his head.
"okay, where might superkit go if she wanted to hide from the clan?" he directed his question to squeakpaw. she seemed to know superkit the best out of the three of them. if anyone might know where his daughter had run off to, it was her.
ooc: @Squeakpaw, @lionpaw!</div>[/dohtml]
Jul 9 2017, 04:52 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 450px; text-align:justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana;">on days like today, when the sun shone unhindered down on the forest, hollowfrost couldn't stand sitting in camp, it was days like these that had always driven him crazy in the city, when the breeze was a balmy caress against his face and the sun, when he could find its rays peeking between the towering buildings, warm on his dark fur. it was on these sort of days that he had always found himself longing for grass under his paws instead of concrete, the fresh smell of greenery on the air instead of the acrid stench of twoleg garbage and machinery.
he slipped from camp early that morning with the full intention of doing nothing but enjoying the warm,
breezy day, but hollowfrost wasn't a cat who could easily shirk his duties. while he had yet to consider riverclan his home, the warrior knew he had to earn his place - and he was happy to. he enjoyed the familiar routine of waking, patrolling, hunting, repeat, day after day. it helped that nobody tended to bother him - it'd been a refreshing surprise in the beginning, prepared as he was to fend off a hundred questions from his nosy new campmates. but, for the most part, they left him alone.
hollowfrost's attempt at napping didn't last very long. coaxed from his nesting place among a cluster of ferns by the inviting scent of prey. he made quick work of a water vole nibbling away at a seed on the sloping bank of the river, then paused to give the slow-moving water a cautious glance. this section of the river was wide and shallow, and just beneath the surface of the water he could see the brief flash of silver scales as the fish darted through the sunbeams. he still hadn't made any progress on his own fishing, reluctant to get his paws even a little wet.
ooc: @Squeakpaw</div>[/dohtml]
Jul 1 2017, 12:52 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 450px; text-align:justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana;">hollowfrost couldn't remember much about his life before the city. the time when he had lived with grass underneath his paws and thick tree cover high overhead, when his life had been narrated by early morning birdsong and the rustle of leaves in the wind. he couldn't remember the good days, few and far between as they had been. what little he remembered were the days filled with desperate attempts to please his parents, the constant weight of his own disappointment heavy on his shoulders.
but readjusting to life in a clan was a lot easier than he thought it would be, whether it was instinctive or because his life in the city hadn't been all that different from life here.
he was reminded how simple the life of a warrior was: wake up, hunt, patrol, make sure his clanmates were fed and safe. he had made sure his campmates in the city had been safe, that the young and elderly and ill were taken care of when they couldn't fend for themselves. but there still had been a cutting ruthlessness that presented itself when times were hard, particularly in the winter when the cold and snow drove the prey away.
hollowfrost trailed at the end of the hunting patrol as it returned to camp, dropping his catch onto the pile along with the rest of them. hunting in the forest was so much easier than it had been in the city; the prey practically threw itself at his paws. he wasn't, however, looking forward to learning how to fish. or swim. starclan save him from the swimming.
ooc: @kavalier</div>[/dohtml]
Jul 1 2017, 12:32 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 450px; text-align:justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: verdana;">hollowfrost had lost track of how many moons, exactly, it had been since he had last stepped foot on clan territory. it had been far too easy as a young warrior to shrug off the expectations laid on him by his parents, to follow a band of loners wherever their travels took them. back then he hadn't thought to consider what it would mean, leaving his clan, but it was a decision he hadn't regretted once. the life he would have led in thunderclan would have driven him to instanity. there was no possible outcome in which hollowfrost might have pleased either of his parents; it would have been a life frought with disappointment, constantly battling with his feelings of inadequacy. he hadn't been on clan territory since the day he walked across the thunderclan border.
until his journey to find superkit led him back to the very place he never dreamed of returning to. there had been times throughout his life when he had thought about the clans, of course - times when hollowfrost reflected on his brief days in thunderclan, wondering whether everything was the same or if drastic measures had forced a change in his birth clan.
never, not once, had hollowfrost ever entertained the idea of being a clan cat again. his life in the city had been a good one, one where he was content to live out the rest of his days. but his role as their leader had always been a perilous one; the possibility of his authority being overthrown was a constant threat, and one hollowfrost was confident he could take head on. but when it came down to raising his daughter or remaining leader, there was zero hesitation from hollowfrost. superkit would always take precedence over everyone, no matter who or what life threw at him.
it was almost ironic that, of all the places he could have ended up, it was riverclan he was calling home. riverclan, the clan of fish eaters and water-lovers, thunderclan's biggest rival in terms of prey and territory. he was starting to realize that life was strange like that.
getting re-accustomed to life in a clan was difficult. it was similar, in many ways, to his life in the city. the biggest challenge hollowfrost had was adjusting to having no say in anything. there, he had been the one in charge. here, he was a nobody whose word held no weight.
he was curled in the hollow of a fallen tree, the thing half-rotted from the spring floods that annually burst the banks of the river and submerged the it in water. hollowfrost stared out at the swift-moving bend in the river, lost in his thoughts of home.
home. what even was home now? he didn't think he would ever come to think of riverclan as his home, but perhaps... perhaps his place was whever superkit was.
ooc: @Losty</div>[/dohtml]
Jun 17 2017, 07:36 PM
being back was strange. he wasn't back back; riverclan was a far cry from thunderclan and he didn't plan on setting a willing paw back inside their border any time soon. but being back on clan land was strange.

it had been nearly twenty moons since hollowfrost had turned his back on his clan to pursue the chaotic life of a loner, but it felt like no time has passed as he bent to take a tentative sniff of the border. he had traveled through twolegplace but given thunderclan a wide berth, crossing the river beyond their southern border and then turning his paws northward toward riverclan. everything was so familiar it was like he hadn't left at all.

he didn't know what he was doing this close to the clans. hollowfrost had sworn never to return, but in his quest to track down his daughter he had found his path inexplicably turned toward the place he had fought to forget for so long. part of him was curious: were his parents still alive? his sisters? how many faces would be familiar to him, how many new? he didn't even know who led thunderclan anymore.

he didn't know what made him pause so long at the border. maybe it was the rich, heady scent of prey and undergrowth in the air. for moons all hollowfrost had fed on were scrawly rats in alleyways, the stench of smog and twoleg filth clogging his nose. hollowfrost hadn't missed his clan, but he missed this; the forest, abundant prey, undergrowth to hide him from sight. it took more effort than he was willing to admit to drag himself away from the border, pausing at the edge of the gurgling river to drink his fill of the fresh, cold water.
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