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Owls were hooting and flying around from above as a brown tom trotted through the windy plains that inhabited HeatherClan. His teal eyes searched the area around him, making sure that no-one else was around, before he broke into a run. He was running towards his old home; the thick forest, which held the camp he used to live in deep within it. He could already distantly hear the waterfall, echoing around the trees. His heat began to beat faster as he got closer to his old forest home.

When he reached the trees, the moonlight almost instantly got cut off, and he was plunged into darkness. Even through the pitch blackness, he knew the grounds well enough to continue to run without missing a beat. He didn't head towards the camp, or even the famous waterfall. Instead, he ran towards a hill, which he was starting to see, where flowers grew and the moonlight lit the clearing up like fireflies did.

The tom slowed down as he reached his destination, and slowly looked around the area he knew all too well. It was a green, grassy, hill; flowers sprouted from several places, making a pretty array of pink, blue, and yellow. The moon was almost directly overhead, and lit up the small clearing. The brown tom felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes as he recalled memories that he had in the area.

His home.

Why did they have to leave?

"Patchheart, what are you doing here..?" A soft, loving, voice spoke up from behind the brown tom. He quickly spun around to spot someone he thought he'd never see again. The other feline was a gray tabby she-cat, her scarred muzzle was a light gray color, her front paws the same. Her green eyes glowed bright, then again, so did her entire body.

Patchheart felt his heart grow heavy starting at the cat that had once been his mate, before vicious creatures attacked LakeClan's camp. She had died in her home, so soon after her kits were apprenticed. The two kits—apprentices—were now asleep at HeatherClan's camp. Away from their home.

Away from their mother.

"Pebblepool.." Was all the brown tom could choke out as he stared at the tabby's form. Pebblepool quietly sighed, before walking over to Patchheart, and resting her warm nose on his cold one. The contact immediately made his heart break as he remembered that his mate was gone, and would never be more than a see-through spirit.

"Oh, Patchy..surely you know that I'm not fully gone?" The spirit whispered, a reply as if she could read the tom's thoughts. He did know; he just also knew that she was dead, and he would live for seasons more. He remembers being told when he went to the Spiritpond as an apprentice; an ancient leader, with a lynx he felt like he faintly remembered, that his destiny would bring him a long life.

He hated that this destiny was more curse than a good promise.

He felt tears start to run down his face as he gazed at Pebblepool. His lovely Pebblepool. He felt a small smile form on his face as he closed his eyes, relishing the scent and her brightly shining eyes. They burned into his mind as he heard a purr from the silver tabby, which slowly got quieter as the seconds passed. The warm feeling of her nose was gone, and he felt cold again.

"Remember our Clan, Patchy. They need you. Don't let them down."

Description
Owls were hooting and flying around from above as a brown tom trotted through the windy plains that inhabited HeatherClan. His teal eyes searched the area around him, making sure that no-one else was around, before he broke into a run. He was running towards his old home; the thick forest, which held the camp he used to live in deep within it. He could already distantly hear the waterfall, echoing around the trees. His heat began to beat faster as he got closer to his old forest home.

When he reached the trees, the moonlight almost instantly got cut off, and he was plunged into darkness. Even through the pitch blackness, he knew the grounds well enough to continue to run without missing a beat. He didn't head towards the camp, or even the famous waterfall. Instead, he ran towards a hill, which he was starting to see, where flowers grew and the moonlight lit the clearing up like fireflies did.

The tom slowed down as he reached his destination, and slowly looked around the area he knew all too well. It was a green, grassy, hill; flowers sprouted from several places, making a pretty array of pink, blue, and yellow. The moon was almost directly overhead, and lit up the small clearing. The brown tom felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes as he recalled memories that he had in the area.

His home.

Why did they have to leave?

"Patchheart, what are you doing here..?" A soft, loving, voice spoke up from behind the brown tom. He quickly spun around to spot someone he thought he'd never see again. The other feline was a gray tabby she-cat, her scarred muzzle was a light gray color, her front paws the same. Her green eyes glowed bright, then again, so did her entire body.

Patchheart felt his heart grow heavy starting at the cat that had once been his mate, before vicious creatures attacked LakeClan's camp. She had died in her home, so soon after her kits were apprenticed. The two kits—apprentices—were now asleep at HeatherClan's camp. Away from their home.

Away from their mother.

"Pebblepool.." Was all the brown tom could choke out as he stared at the tabby's form. Pebblepool quietly sighed, before walking over to Patchheart, and resting her warm nose on his cold one. The contact immediately made his heart break as he remembered that his mate was gone, and would never be more than a see-through spirit.

"Oh, Patchy..surely you know that I'm not fully gone?" The spirit whispered, a reply as if she could read the tom's thoughts. He did know; he just also knew that she was dead, and he would live for seasons more. He remembers being told when he went to the Spiritpond as an apprentice; an ancient leader, with a lynx he felt like he faintly remembered, that his destiny would bring him a long life.

He hated that this destiny was more curse than a good promise.

He felt tears start to run down his face as he gazed at Pebblepool. His lovely Pebblepool. He felt a small smile form on his face as he closed his eyes, relishing the scent and her brightly shining eyes. They burned into his mind as he heard a purr from the silver tabby, which slowly got quieter as the seconds passed. The warm feeling of her nose was gone, and he felt cold again.

"Remember our Clan, Patchy. They need you. Don't let them down."