YAY! THE JOURNEY PEOPLE CAN COME HOME! -flails- (open)

A slim cheetah-spotted tom bolted through the boggy territory Shadowclan called home. His fur was slicker than it was only a few days ago, for he had been grooming it for the last few days. It was a MESS before he and the other cats returned home. Jeez. What a pathetic scouting journey that was. If we didn't have that annoying little pipsqueek loner, named Beast, and that other loner pop in, then the scouting party MIGHT have been more quite. Oh, well. I guess some things weren't meant to be. Even my brother, well, half-brother, was head-over-paws for some Riverclan she-cat! Jeez. Starclan, just take me now! The tom skidded to a halt at the entrance of the Shadowclan camp. Home... Pfft. Thought I'd never see this place again. I wonder if they missed me. Probably not. Cheetahstride slinked into the camp, his ears pricked and eyes slitted. He really didn't want a welcoming party, but he was gone for at least a hundred moons or more. So, the tom took in as much air as his lungs could hold and yowled to the sky. It wasn't like a battle yowl or a gathering yowl. It was more of a howl than a yowl. You know, the ones that wolves use to tell where they are.

ooc: I was bored. ><

Cheetahstride's steady gaze flickered and turned into a glare. Kit... I hate them all! The cheetah-spotted tom kept his unwavering glare locked on the kit. "Foolish kit." He muttered crossly, twitching his long thin tail. "If you think that I am an intruder, then go get Foxstar! Unless, that is, he's already dead. It has been at least a thousand moons since Starclan sent me on the idiot scouting party with those insolent fools."