The tom was sprawled out flat across a smooth rock. The rock perched right in the sun, the rays warming the male's exposed belly fur. He sighed slowly to himself as he rolled from his back, onto his side. The past sunrise had been one of discovery and disbelief; still, he thought as he relaxed in the warmth, he couldn't believe it. The burgundy tom was alive; after all this time, he had managed to keep going. Sablefox cared for his brother; his kin, but he had made many mistakes, sided with many of the wrong cats, he had become a ghost, a secret stashed aside in the back of Sablefox's mind. Now that he was really alive and nearby too, Sablefox couldn't help but feel his past was there to haunt him.
Over and over, he wondered how Screechclaw had done it. He had never been overly interested in hunting, but perhaps one made do in the wilderness. Perhaps strength and combat skill could be used to snag kills and prey from others who were more adept at the skill. The darkness of his sibling's possible decisions made him flinch slightly. He could only imagine the outcry from members of CreekClan if they saw his burgundy patched fur. Sablefox cussed under his breath and pushed the thoughts aside. His dark secrets felt like they were emerging from the soil and he truly detested it.
Sablefox stretched out his front paws then hung them loosely over the rock. A claw gently clipping the water that weaved between the various rocks.
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