Exiting the tunnels had shown the tom even the moonlight was not kind to him. While the sun had scorched his darkened eyes the first time he'd tried to leave the tunnels so long ago and left them aching for days while the moonlight had hurt it hadnt blinded so badly.
He'd fallen back a bit on this instance of exiting. Hissing as the bright moon hurt his eyes and had even been reluctant to try again for a good ten minutes until Twilightstar had coaxed him out with gentle words and promises of help. Still, the tom scorned the light in his state. It was too much to see, to feel, even in the darkened night and itd taken the solution of keeping his eyes sealed shut for him to edge away from the tunnel entrance and follow her into the open to the camp. It hadnt slowed him down though.
Even blind with eyes closed like a kit the tom had kept easy pace with the leader, ears flicking in paranoia of the newness of open air. But he'd traveled blind for as long as he clearly remembered. The tunneler was used to it and, padding with ears flicking around and whiskers brushing the ground he'd easily navigated and walked, a good sign in his state. It seemed even if it'd take a long time until he was alright with opening his eyes and seeing, even in the night, it wouldnt handy-cap him from rejoining the clan in hunting and life at all.
Still, going to the medicine cats for help was a good idea.
Following the old molly through the camp, nose twitching at the familiar not familiar scent the tom hesitated at the entrance to the dens. The sharp smell of herbs, the distant one of sickness and injury, it was familiar and a forgotten part of the tom feared it. Flashes of muffled memory of loneliness, fear and pain pain pain in weak sickness overwhelmed him for a moment and the toms bad breathing worsened in this. He didnt understand how and why or ever clearly remember it, but in a place like this his throat had been ruined. It was a scary thing and something told the tom he'd avoided places like this like the plague before.
Except.... This wasnt the old den. This wasnt the one Coyotesnarl had neglected him in, left Crowkit to choke. That difference was somehow enough for the tom to duck in and join Twilightstar, sniffing the air.
"I-" He hesitated, rasping and unsure
"Im thinkin' of a name I think.... Somethin' familiar?" His head tilted to the smaller molly unsure,
"Does the name Peach....Amber(?) mean anything? I can' remember ah face but the smell makes the names come." Memories seemed to be returning on a trigger and at faster pace, not lost to Crowtooth as might be expected.
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