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RiverClan | She-Cat | 10 moons
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Featherpaw began to slowly recognize her surroundings. As her paws began to sink into the ground she could tell she was close. Almost...
one paw step after another she trudged through the wet forest ground. The smells that began to envelope her were familiar and comforting. She never thought she would be so happy to be back at this place. As she walked through RiverClan territory toward camp memories began to flood back to her. Memories of when she had been released by the two-legs into the forest. Memories of when her siblings and Stonestar had found her, memories of her life as a RiverClan cat. They had given her the name Featherpaw, but it was a name that she knew no longer represented her. She was unsure if she could ever see RiverClan in the same light that she had seen them when she first joined. Convinced that this was a clan with no faults ruled by a leader that knew and saw everything.
She was wrong a naive and she knew it.
Memories of the two-weeks that had passed began to plague her mind. Memories of meeting Cinder by the two-leg farm. How they talked day and night about life. He talked her through her doubts and worries, telling her than no cats were perfect. She knew now it wasn't RiverClans fault that the BloodClan kit was kept from her mother. It was the result of one cat. Blacktide, and Featherpaw knew it wasn't fair of her to put all of the blame on her clan-mates. No! Not Featherpaw anymore!
She hated her name. It was a constant reminder of her silence, her inability to chose her name and the facade she had created about RiverClan. Oh Cinder, I miss you
thought the she-cat. She knew she had a crush on Cinder. It was evident after the first few days. Even if Featherpaw wasn't much of a talker Cinder was always there to fill the silence. He didn't care about her startling appearance and he didn't care about her past. He didn't blame her for running from her problems. He was the only one who understood her.
A few days ago Cinder had been hunting along the Two-leg farm. The dog had come out of no where. Even Featherpaw didn't have time to react. In a heart beat it had her in its jaws and was shaking her. Featherpaw thought she was going to die. Cinders familiar pelt flashed before her and he jumped at the dog. In a daze it stumbled back releasing Featherpaw. She fell to the ground with a thud and the dog turned its attention to Cinder. Featherpaw didn't watch. Cinder wouldn't let her. He yelled at her, telling her to run and not look back and she listened. It wasn't long before Cinders cries died down and she knew he was gone. Tears stung her eyes as she ran but not once did she look back.
Now she was back home. Infected wounds that had dried over littered her pelt and she walked as if she hadn't slept in days. Which was the case. Cinderpaw, I am Cinderpaw now. I'll remember you, always.
She thought, and with one last glance to the sky she collapsed out of exhaustion. A few minutes away from RiverClan camp.
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