Sedgestorm carefully picks his way through the territory, unfamiliar but strong with RiverClan scent. Ashpaw had finally passed.
Deep down, some part of him knew it was foolish to believe she would ever recover, but nonetheless he'd spent countless nights hoping, praying to StarClan that they'd grant a miracle. That all his work wasn't for naught.
But it seemed no amount of wishing and praying would ever get him what he wanted. That he was doomed to forever walk this path of endless pain and suffering.
And, with Ashpaw no longer in his care....
He missed home. He missed his mate.
He missed being part of a Clan, even if his time away had done him some good.
Her glanced around, tattered ears perking to any hint of another soul. A patrol, perhaps.
Maybe even Gingerstar himself.
The leader had given him permission to stay behind and try to help the ailing apprentice. He felt ashamed to have nothing to offer than a few sad apologies of not being able to save her.
It didn't matter now....
What was done couldn't be changed, and he could only wait to hear what the leader felt about letting him back into the Clan.
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