Lacking Energy

Dewshine walked through the open moor of the WindClan territory. She was finally home, back to the clan she loved most, WindClan. With cats she'd come to know, Leapardstrike from ThunderClan, Cloudpaw and Hollowpaw from DarkClan, Irisglade and Foxfur from RiverClan, Yarrowthorn from FireClan, and Cheetahstride from ShadowClan. Not too long ago they all said their goodbye's, though, not all were sincere, and they all parted their ways as each territory began to come into view. Dewshine preferred to walk through these lands now, she had been running since she left, now, she wanted to relax. The energy she had was gone now, taken from he legs and through her fur, dissapating into... somewhere.

She was excited and worried about her clan. Compared to where they were, the are was cold, and seemed barren. She couldn't get even a scent ofprey, hardly a whiff. He pads were freezing in the cold she walked through, making her way closer and closer to her clan, back to camp, where everyone was. Where they all okay? Where they still here? The place seemed to be void of life, all of it, barren and bleak. It scared her. Was her sister okay? She had retired before she had, sitting in the Elder's den. She was younger than her, so it perplexed her why she had retired so soon, but maybe she decided to take her sweet time. Dewshine hoped her time to walk with StarClan had not come. She wanted to at least see her again before that...

Dewshine's pelt prickled when she spooted the entrance to the camp, in a hole inside the hill, tracing to the underground. This was it, she was back, back to the clan she thought she'd never see again on more than one occassion. With her patience wearing out, she ran, full speed to the entrance. She just couldn't wait to see them, to know what happened. She burst into the camp and slowed down to a hault as she looked around.

It was almost like a ragged breath of fresh air. The atmosphere was just so... different. Everything seemed like the light was taken out of it. It just looked so sad, like someone had washed away the color, or all the hope froze like the river, and soon drifted away....

Liontail was just on a hunting party with Skimbleshanks as he heard something. He sniffed the air and smelled cat. He nodded to the older warrior and went to the left, Skimble to the right. Then both jumped out of their hiding places. "INTRUDER!", he yowled. Skimble jumped on the intruders back, but Liontail stopped. "Skimble, hold on.", he mewed. "What are you saying? This is an intruder, we got to chase her out!", Skimble meowed. "This is no intruder.", Liontail mewed, frozen and shocked. "This is Dewshine. She was send on a mission and was long missed. I was a kit when she went, but I remember how she looked like, and I remember stories from the elders about her." Skimble walked beside his clan mate. "Dewshine? Are you sure?", he mewed. "Not to a hundret percent, but nearly.", the young warrior responsed. He looked to the she-cat. "You are Dewshine, aren't you? Well, it would be a pleasure to take you back with us home.", he said and purred.