The sun danced brilliantly against the shimmer water’s surface. Avalon, sprawled against the edge of the springs, seemed rather content in her solitude for the time being. It had been what felt like forever ago since she returned— today was day where nothing important seemed to be occurring around the dazzling body of water. Ava took this an opportunity to enjoy the beauty of it without being crowded by others during an important gathering.

Vibrant eyes couldn’t help but drift toward the direction of the cliff side, her heart seemed to tug her there. It’s like it new it wanted the outside, but Avalon made a promise to herself to at least try to appreciate her parent’s homeland. She grit her teeth and raised herself to her feet, swinging her head around to prevent any unnecessary temptation from the cliffs.

As her head swung she’d noticed the magnificent mountain, one she was told was called the Ember Peak. With a quiet huff she decided to investigate the location, having not considered the option sooner. Giving herself a loose shake, she began to travel toward the east. However, her attentive ears didn’t allow some nearby guest to go unnoticed, and the women simply let out a sigh.

“Yes, of course, come along if you want!” Her tone was sarcastic. “It’s a free country, right?” Just as she finished, her body swung around to try and see who was tailing her— or perhaps she was just being cautious. Old habits die hard, and looking over your shoulder often was a necessary survival tactic as an outsider.

This land was not what the woman had made it seem. It seeped with black filth, it screamed with fights and violence and marched off to wage righteous wars. Monsters lurked in these caves with him, and his titles and “ranks” he’d been given would do nothing for his aid. He had been here for so long and knew so little, made no friends, gained no knowledge. It was not a worthwhile pursuit to remain here, especially now that the already black shore was tainted with something most foul. Even a curious scholar such as himself knew better than to try to study something so nefarious looking alone. And he had no others in this land he thought would dare rival his abilities to aid him… Filthy pride. No, this Gemini wasn’t much, and he was somewhat disappointed in himself for being so fascinated by the notion of wolves and their packs. The cavehound didn’t belong, so he wouldn’t linger.
 
There had never been the necessary sense of belonging he thought he should feel to give him the drive to appear at the events as they unfurled so he didn’t. He doubted he’d even be stopped as he slipped away into the night. These packmembers could come and go as they pleased, and it had been many, many moons since the “Ranger” who had accepted him had graced the land with her pawsteps. What had happened to her? The red-eyed beast hardly even remembered her name or her appearance, a blot of something somewhere in the back of his mind. He’d wasted away in the caves and studied them, reinforced them, guided explorations through them and all the same he gained nothing. Jai was not a man to gain nothing for his work, so he figured he would go elsewhere.
 
Perhaps he was not suited for this pack life?
 
Perhaps he had some greater calling elsewhere?
 
In the dark of the night, as Gemini shivered during the solstice’s chilling events, Jai left.

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Countless moons have passed since the fall of the clans. They are spoken of only in legend and barely remembered by the oldest of elders. A new set of clans has risen but the warrior Code does not always hold true. How can these clans struggle to reconcile their own desires with the ways of the Warrior Code? Where once it was DuskClan, StreamClan, BoulderClan and LightningClan, only three clans remain. United under Heronstar, ThistleClan arose from the remnants of BoulderClan and LightningClan. DuskClan and StreamClan live in fear of the day Heronstar sets his sights on uniting the Clans under one name and one leader. 

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"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" As she rushed to the aid of the nameless child in the jaws of her daughter, and then... her world had gone black.

Waking with a start, eyes wide and body seizing for a moment. "CAPPELLA!" Came a hoarse scream that caused the ex-Queen to wince, and with it came a dull pain that ached over her enter body, Haylyn feel back then clear blue eyes glancing around a dimly lit? What was this? An old worn tent lined with furs? The mouth of it open just enough to let some light in, but not enough to let the warm air escape.

Nostrils flared and her heart settled into a rapid beat, as she tried to stand, but her legs were still much too weak, the struggle only made her head swim. "C-cappella?" The pale female tried again, ears pinning back, the scents that drifted around this place were unfamiliar, but she could smell fire, or well, smoke? Some sort of burned wood.

You need to get up, you need to get up and go! The pale woman's mind screamed over and over like a panicked mantra. Where am I, WHERE AM I? Fear prickled along her spine, the thrumming thumps of her heartbeat pounding deafeningly in her ears, in one last ditch effort she threw together the reserves of her strength, gritting through the pain that shot through her whole body in order to throw herself into a stand and run motion. She stumbled from the tent on weak legs, eyes blinded by the bright light of the afternoon sun, eyes scrunched shut.

And then she collided with something or someone, the object was rather solid and didn't give much way when she hit it, but she near fell back as soon as she made contact, but the pale woman did feel the brush of fur. "HELLO?" She cried all too loud, but fear had it's claws on her. Slowly opening her eyes, Haylyn was met with the a warm brown form standing inches away from her. "Who? Who are you? WHERE AM I?!"