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It’s been a while since Stygian’s been in Swift. Might as well come back and visit!
The black tom, whether loved or hated, was well known through the territories of all at this point. However, considering it was one of the first locations he traveled to after leaving SpringClan and his adoptive family, he figured returning to his “roots” was only expected.
Stygian padded into the camp with a small smile on his face, recognizing several of the veteran members who had yet to pave their own paths yet, or who choose to make Swift their permanent home.
He hoped he’d be welcomed positively, though considering his reputation — especially the rumors that began to spread after his death — he wouldn’t be surprised to meet a negative entity instead.
Silverpaw lay within the boundary of the camp, her boyfriend Frozenprawn at her side. The SpringClan warrior had been her rock these last few moons, and his visits sometimes felt like the only thing keeping her stable. He was a grumpy cat, a little rough around the edges, but she preferred it that way; life was hard and it sucked and she didn't want to pretend otherwise.
"Hey, Stygian," she called as she saw him enter, waving her tail in greeting. While she hadn't spoken to him before, she had seen him around on his last visit and been close enough to hear his name. "Will you be staying the night? I think one of the spare nests will be open." She pointed with her tail to the collection of tiny monsters bumper cars that served as nests for any cats that didn't want to sleep in a traditional den.
Frozenprawn nodded his agreement. "I claimed the red one, but you can have any of the others."
