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Username: Blinded By Silence
Cat Cert: Thomas
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Even with the weight of the prey he dragged with him, Thomas' gait was strong and sure as he slowly picked his way up the mountain. He hefted the dusty brown thing, a rodent of some sort, he assumed. Whatever it was, it was big, hopefully, big enough to feed all of his kids. He didn't know how many there were, but if they were anything like their mother... Gosh, even the thought made his blood rush. Zoey had been something else entirely, for sure. Would she be happy to see him, he wondered?
As he dragged this weird muskrat or whatever up over stones and through the empty channels that had once held water, all he could think about were his kids and Zoey. When she had gone, well, what was he supposed to do? He'd asked, she'd turned him down. It hadn't surprised him none, but damn, did he miss her. And those kits... As pebbles skittered around his dust-laden paws, he wondered how they were doing. Honestly, he wasn't even positive she was up here. There had been some rumors, back at the Settlement, of a giant she-cat. Who else could that have been but her?
'Well, if she isn't here, maybe I can trade this thing for some information at least,' He thought to himself as he unknowingly crossed into MountainClan territory. His neck and jaw ached, but still, he plodded on, thinking about all he'd heard about these clan cats. He'd grown up in a two-leg den, left that. Other than Zoey, he'd never spent much time with other cats, not without trying mind. Gosh, he started feeling a bit foolish. He'd hardly known her, really. Just a moon or so. Was this too much, coming up all this way for a visit? He was considering turning back when a patrol spotted him.
Before he knew it, he was in the ravine, standing in the shadow of some tom, Tigersun, he remembered, with the groundhog (apparently these clan cats were pretty smart) at his paws.
"Look, I uh..." He shifted a bit, letting Tigersun's shadow block the sun that was in his eyes,
"I was just looking for Zoey. She's the ma of my kits, I wanted to, you know, check in on them. But apparently, they left, your saying? Can I just... wait here for them to get back? I can help you hunt, if you want. Actually, here," He'd nose the groundhog toward the leader,
"Yall welcome to it, need it more than I do, having kits and all."