[ this takes place a few days after the initial flooding! @Grayflight @Marbleshine for her escorts, @Branchkit bc its ur stinky butt she tracked :3 ]
Lotuskit had been convinced to rest - the place was unfamiliar, the cats even moreso, and truth be told she couldn't recall a single thing about the pocosin once she left it. The rest did wonders for her dulling memory, but not a lot, evidently. And it didn't fix her wrist either, which she insisted she wanted her medicine cats to heal. She couldn't say their names, nor the Clan she came from, nor any name of her kin. But she was insistent - if the warriors let her lead the way, then she would be able to find her home again with ease.
Perhaps to them, she is still confused. The molly, once she's given her short leash, begins striding confidently in the direction of Fourtrees. She emphatically says, long before they can even cross the thunderpath, that she can smell her family. In fact, she can scent her sister. Branchkit! That's her sister's name. Lotuskit says as much with so much certainty, but still can't fathom her own moniker beyond suggesting that it may also end in kit, too. The path towards Fourtrees is far less waterlogged than the pocosin and the moorlands, yet the molly finds her steps being monitored actively by the warriors. And then eventually... they're there.
Lotuskit chirps, "My home!" upon arrival, yet it's clear that it's not anyone's home. At least, not anymore but also... not permanently. To the ShadowClanners, they see a hastily thrown together temporary camp, utilizing old hovels and dens for the few WindClanners that've made it here. To the WindClanners... it's a surprise, to say the least, that moggies from the swamp have come to return a castaway.
"Where's Branchkit?" Lotuskit asks, looking around at the faces that are familiar, yet finding that even when they are... she can't put together why. "Where's... um... Mom?" I have a mom. She's blue, like me, yet she can't find a blue cat immediately in this small crowd. "Where's..." I have more siblings. Her head begins to hurt, and in the excitement of finding her home, she's overused her injured leg, and it begins to ache too. "Uh..."
Lotuskit had been convinced to rest - the place was unfamiliar, the cats even moreso, and truth be told she couldn't recall a single thing about the pocosin once she left it. The rest did wonders for her dulling memory, but not a lot, evidently. And it didn't fix her wrist either, which she insisted she wanted her medicine cats to heal. She couldn't say their names, nor the Clan she came from, nor any name of her kin. But she was insistent - if the warriors let her lead the way, then she would be able to find her home again with ease.
Perhaps to them, she is still confused. The molly, once she's given her short leash, begins striding confidently in the direction of Fourtrees. She emphatically says, long before they can even cross the thunderpath, that she can smell her family. In fact, she can scent her sister. Branchkit! That's her sister's name. Lotuskit says as much with so much certainty, but still can't fathom her own moniker beyond suggesting that it may also end in kit, too. The path towards Fourtrees is far less waterlogged than the pocosin and the moorlands, yet the molly finds her steps being monitored actively by the warriors. And then eventually... they're there.
Lotuskit chirps, "My home!" upon arrival, yet it's clear that it's not anyone's home. At least, not anymore but also... not permanently. To the ShadowClanners, they see a hastily thrown together temporary camp, utilizing old hovels and dens for the few WindClanners that've made it here. To the WindClanners... it's a surprise, to say the least, that moggies from the swamp have come to return a castaway.
"Where's Branchkit?" Lotuskit asks, looking around at the faces that are familiar, yet finding that even when they are... she can't put together why. "Where's... um... Mom?" I have a mom. She's blue, like me, yet she can't find a blue cat immediately in this small crowd. "Where's..." I have more siblings. Her head begins to hurt, and in the excitement of finding her home, she's overused her injured leg, and it begins to ache too. "Uh..."
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