Almost despite himself, Shadowfall was beginning to fall into a sort of rhythm with his new position and life. A lot of him missed getting his paws into the fray, defending his clan and fighting for the newest borders. Every day he waited for something to go wrong, for bloodshed or the promises of a battle on the horizon. Why, last week, he felt his fur burn having learned one of his clanmates came back with suspicious cuts on his body from a border patrol.
But now, he was meant to give counsel, not lend his claws to battle. To heal and protect, not fight.
Old habits would die hard.
Still, he had found a sort of peace in sorting things; making his new home feel remotely comfortable. They didn't have to worry about things being broken beyond control, cats being destroyed and ripped apart - or starving on the journey. Food was running strong, and - even if he hated to admit it - he was making plans to make Snakeleap into a half-decent cat.
Even so, the days of peace were a little...boring. It was midday and he found himself almost falling asleep at the entrance to his den, when something from behind him made a fantastic bang!
"Who goes there!?" He snapped, rising to his paws and releasing his front paws. "What do you thi - Mousepaw?"
He stepped into his carefully organized den to find the newly-made apprentice. It didn't seem he had a scratch on him though - so why he was there he had no idea.
Admittedly, the young tom had become attached to the cat when he had helped carry him away from their destroyed home.
"What'd you do? Stoatstare didn't say anything about you getting hurt?"
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.