It feels like walking into a ghost town- in a way she really had, though, hadn't she? The Shipyard held a sun-warmed breeze that rolled over the shore while cracked and decrepit buoys rose and fell a short distance from the docks. If she closed her eyes, Dogflicker could pretend she had rolled back in time to last greenleaf. When she and her littermates had barely breached their first full season cycle, stuck to one another like a can of sardines. When all they worried about was catching the next fish and getting the best spot along the dunes to sleep that night. They always ended giving it up to Fox, anyway.
Squinting greens rest on the remnants of the collapsed shelter as she passed it, a cold eerie shudder crawling down her spine. Dog had hoped to come back here, one day. That she wouldn't need RiverClan or her littermates would finally get tired of it and come back home. She thought of it so much happier, then. Now she only saw it for the mess they had left it, how the Upwalkers left it, too.
"Figured I'd catch you here." Dogflicker mewed as she saw that familiar ticked pelt. "I've got something you need to know, and then I'll leave. I'll never show my face again, if you really want that, too." Dogflicker swallowed dryly, scuffing her paws against the pebbly sand.