AN: Because my public missed me.
It is a half moon. The scents of the forest creep around me, matching my hurried pace. This was not my place. I am an outcast, a foreigner, an intruder. I do not belong in the world of shady trees and cool streams.
The thunderpath is worse at night. I watch a large monster rumble by, its fiery eyes staring me down as it rushes past.
"Go home," it whispers.
I step onto the unfamiliar surface and breathe. The stench is overwhelming. That is I smell first. My eyes sweep the expanse of brittle grey before I cross. Too many tales in the nursery have ended with a cat dying on this trail.
In the middle of it, I smell something different. I smell pines and marsh, fresh and clean and open and real. It was new. It was different, foreign. I slowly exhale at the other side of the thunderpath. I stop. And breathe again.
I was home.
AN2: A little oneshot about Tawnypaw going to ShadowClan. Please review. If you mindlessly add this to you favorites without reviewing, I will PM you and demand a review. So push the little button.