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Post by Marrowbone on Dec 27, 2009 1:10:41 GMT -5
Here they were, back in the old forest, his muzzle twitched at all of the familiar smells from back when he was a MapleClanner himself. It hadn't been too long ago, or maybe it had, the days had been rather boring and the same in the Rogue Canyon. There was never any activity, and really no one knew what band they were following anymore. Many had started roving by themselves. But now Richages was back, on personal invitation from the leader no less. Argue with it or, no one could deny him his place now... But Richages kept alert as he followed Nimblestar along the path to the camp. Cats would argue at some point or another.
And he didn't want to have the warm welcome of claws in his back so soon upon return.
((Hey, I'm trying to make a *Gradual* Return to roleplay DX It'll be easier, I swear! ))
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Dec 27, 2009 2:00:58 GMT -5
Nimblestar grinned, the feel of the trodden earth beneath his feet. It had been a long time since he had walked besides Richages as a friend, and even longer since it had been in MapleClan. It was a nice feeling, never the less, and despite the fact that the clan was not likely to accept the newcomer, he was more than willing to back him up. Once loyal, always loyal, in his book. Well, except for the time he had betrayed MapleClan...Oh, and the time he'd betrayed the rogues. Perhaps that wasn't such a good motto. But then again, hadn't he always been on good terms with Richages? Yes, it was true loyalty to stand by your friends, even when they are wrong.
"Feel strange to be back, Richages?"
Nimblestar grinned, turning on his friend. Oh, whatever was going to happen at camp would be entertaining, that much was certain.
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Post by Marrowbone on Dec 27, 2009 22:11:57 GMT -5
His yellow eyes rolled to look at Nimblestar, and Richages gave a nod of the head.
"Very much so. One such as me never expects to walk so obviously down a MapleClan path again. My father in StarClan won't likely be happy with this, my rejoining."
Richages chuckled, his paws falling into the ruts in the path that he had tread many times with his old MapleClan gang, many seasons ago. Not all of his old friends were even alive today, so one of his own becoming the leader was nothing short of a miracle. And his own being accepted back would be nothing short of it either, and pure impossibility if Nimblestar wasn't here. He could name cats off the top of his head in the Clan that would want his pelt lining their dens, most of which were 'Dear' family.
Richages glanced over his shoulder; there were other Rogues with them. Of course, they were needed; Clopar said all of the Clans had to accept Rogues before he'd give them the cure. Some of them were unaffiliated with MapleClan, but some like the red-jawed Bishop would be recognized. Oh well, it was inevitable.
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