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[ alright lets kill my heart. my poor tybalt. @sinful ]
Tybalt's steps were hesitant as he edged towards the Summerclan border, taking a deep breath as his amber eyes surveyed the familiar yet foreign sights. The scents were the same, the scents that he once considered synonymous with home. He wondered if Raj was still within the borders that lay just a few fox-lengths beyond his toes. The slim tom knew his nephew had been there a few moons ago, but he also knew that the moment Raj knew he was in the area his nephew had probably left. The two had never been comfortable orbiting the same space and despite their long absence from one another it still had apparently not changed.
A slow breath of air escaped him as he slouched into a sitting position, all that earlier bravado that had carried his paws this far fleeing him. There was nothing left to carrying him the last few steps to the border. Nothing left to push him into trying to figure out if Labyrinthiansoul was still even in Summerclan. Tybalt could barley claim to know the other anymore, time had passed them by and now he was rather sure they were both different than how they used to be.
Briefly he wondered if this had been a mistake, if he should have left things as they were and followed Cicero and his group rather than splitting from them for this perhaps foolish errand. He wondered if he even did find Labyrinthiansoul if the tom would remember him. Tybalt was different now, and he wasn't sure he could pretend to be the same he used to be. Perhaps their story was always doomed to an unhappy ending.
