{$title} TW for blood, injury, malnourishment, fainting, illness
Acornheart had been traveling for so long that he was surprised his own paws were still attached. If it weren't for the feel of glossy, dewy grass below them, itching at his cracked paw pads, he'd think they were phantoms, spirits guiding him on his holy path.
No, Acornheart was very much alive, by the grace of the ancestors, and he walked with a divine purpose.
Familiar scents soon graced his senses, guiding him moreso now than the ghosts from his past.
Despite the exhaustion, the aching emptiness in his belly, the slick blood that marked his path as paws were sliced by sharp blades of grass... despite all this, Acornheart raced towards the concentration of the scents. Towards SkyClan.
Pine trees laid shadows over his fur, brief shafts of sunlight shining against the white on his pelt. He was stained and matted and on death's door, but he couldn't allow his journey to end here. Not when he was this close. He crashed through the forest, uncaring of anything that might scare at the noise. The scents were ever stronger.
He burst into the clearing, his vision blurred and unrecognizing any potentially familiar faces. This was his Clan - he'd found them! He-
"Sk-" Before Acornheart could finish his call, his voice ragged and strained from unuse, the world spun around him. He felt his body crumple to the ground, and all went black.
No, Acornheart was very much alive, by the grace of the ancestors, and he walked with a divine purpose.
Return to SkyClan. Return to his family. Uphold the teachings and the faith.
Ensure the Clan survived their journey as he had been told they did.
Familiar scents soon graced his senses, guiding him moreso now than the ghosts from his past.
Hawkstar. Flowercloud. Duskpool. Applelight. Mousefang. Others, too numerous to name, and unfamiliar scents painted in the familiar. They were here. They'd grown.
He had a home to come back to.
Despite the exhaustion, the aching emptiness in his belly, the slick blood that marked his path as paws were sliced by sharp blades of grass... despite all this, Acornheart raced towards the concentration of the scents. Towards SkyClan.
Pine trees laid shadows over his fur, brief shafts of sunlight shining against the white on his pelt. He was stained and matted and on death's door, but he couldn't allow his journey to end here. Not when he was this close. He crashed through the forest, uncaring of anything that might scare at the noise. The scents were ever stronger.
He burst into the clearing, his vision blurred and unrecognizing any potentially familiar faces. This was his Clan - he'd found them! He-
"Sk-" Before Acornheart could finish his call, his voice ragged and strained from unuse, the world spun around him. He felt his body crumple to the ground, and all went black.
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OOC: Ah dang some dude just ran into the clearing and fainted. Daaaaang.
Context: Acornheart was on the journey but went missing and has been presumed dead. Newer cats of the Clan wouldn't know him, but founders would be familiar with him as he is one of Coffeestar's children!








