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Shadedsun had made a home in Summerclan, with Doefreckle, with Lilydawn's kits, with the flowers and the sea, and though it was peaceful, even moreso after Doefreckle's return from exile (aside from his worries about the kits, of course), he couldn't help but feel like there was something still nagging him in the background, something unclear, something he couldn't see. For the most part, he could ignore it, he could go about his day and not think of the feeling once. It was only when he was left alone with his thoughts did it spring to the forefront of his mind, telling him he was missing something, that he was forgetting something.
It was no matter — he could ignore it, just as he always did. He was out for some fresh air, because even though he liked the nursery, it's coziness, he still found it got too stuffy at times, too full, too noisy. The kits were at an age where they could be left alone for a short while, playing with the other kits under the eye of whatever queen, warrior, or garden keeper was nearby. They were good, they wouldn't cause trouble (though his ever-present anxiety for them remained, but he tried to push that down, too).
The air grew crisper, the wildflower scent now mixed with that of oaks and maples and coolness, a telltale of the Fallclan border. He stopped, though it wasn't tense or fearful, simply curious. He hadn't been around Fallclan since. . . he couldn't quite recall. Perhaps when he had picked up Applekit on that day, but he didn't want to think of that now. Though he had most of the territory memorized, where everything was, the borders, his failed eyesight still, on occasion, made it more difficult to tell where the borders ended, especially if he was distracted. All the smells of the wildflowers mingled into a confusing mess. He was sure he hadn't completely crossed, but just in case he took a few long, tentative steps back into, hopefully, Summerclan.
Unlike Shadedsun and Doefreckle, Bijou had spent majority of his life after leadership on the run, bouncing between different clans. Never really settling down and making a home for himself. While his paws still carried him back to Fallclan every morning and night. He felt uncomfortable in the clan he once led many moons ago. Maybe it was the guilt from his failed relationship bubbling to the surface. Or maybe it was the fact he ran his own medicine cat off from Fallclan only to up and abandon the clan all together several moons later.
Whatever the reasoning behind the feeling it drove him mad to stay in the camp. Surrounded by the daily reminders of Batflower's children wandering around camp. The sight of the young apprentices made the pit in his stomach grow larger with each passing day. Constant reminders how he had failed Lilykit at such a young age when he abandoned her in Fallclan. How he had a strained relationship with Batflower. In the end he was never able to make amends with his son. It was guilt that morning that drove Bijou towards the Summerclan border.
The scent of wildflowers grew more distinct and started to overpower the scent of oaks and maples the closer he got to the border. He couldn't remember the last time he willingly approached the Summerclan border. He began to slowly walk along it, tracking the path of scent markers. Longingly looking over the border in false hope to see Batflower appear out of the nearest bush. Exclaiming that his death had all been a massive joke. But that hope was pointless, because the reality of the situation was Batflower was dead, and the only piece of him left was the litter of apprentices currently living in Fallclan. Not looking where he was walking the distracted tom bumped into something.
If Shadedsun had been able to see the tom coming his way, he would have stopped, he would have brought attention to the fact that they were about to run into each other and he would have stepped aside. He would have blinked as if he were trying to wake himself up from a dream, because Bijou was not someone he had seen for a long, long time, Bijou was not someone he thought was even alive. But he didn't do all that. Instead, Bijou was nothing but a pale, blurred form, vague enough in Shadedsun's blindness to not be recognizable, and he went unnoticed until they had collided into each other. Shadedsun stumbled back, though his balance remained.
For a moment, he stood silently, unsure of what to say, because he had clearly bumped into a Fallclan warrior and he wasn't sure his excuse of absent-mindedness was going to fly. "I'm so sorry," he forced out, putting humour into his words, "I. . . uh, got a little lost," he smiled, sheepish, "I hope I didn't tresspass too far. I swear I went the right way — I don't see well. If you can tell me where Summerclan is, I'll be out of your fur." He squinted as if that would make the cat before him clearer. Short, white fur, the air in which he held himself, it all seemed vaguely familiar, and that same nagging feeling returned. He gave a quiet, near inaudible, hum of thoughtfulness.
