this home is not the same - Private, Copper

[Neon Lights]

Paws carried the white warrior along the ashen land. The aqua eyes of the warrior stared forward at nothing in particular. Her thought were gone, her mind empty. Instead of allowing her mind to think, she enjoyed the fact that she was home. It hurt to see the once glorious landscape as the crisp mess it was now. It was no longer her sunshine, her safe place. Not until it was restored to its former beauty. But that would take so many moons.

Bloodclan had taken enough from them as it was. But they had found the amusement that only the twisted could find in destroying the moorland home. With a long sigh, Bluenebula dragged an unsheathed black claw along the ground.

"I wonder where Symphonymask is." Muttered the she-cat, tilting her head. She had met her mate when the clan had been stuck heading to Darkclan. It was odd how fast they fell in love and the warrior wasn't even sure if she truly did love the tom. Was it possible to fall in love in just a moon? She hoped so. Breaking Symphonymask's heart was one thing she never wanted to do.

[Libertypaw]

Alabaster peppered paws drummed against the moor, leaving a lingering ache in the warrior's chest.  The grass beneath her paws, once a lush and soft green, was a prickled painfully at pads, hard enough that a cat not used to running and tough terrain would be bleeding. However, one thing was still relentlessly there and it brought a smile to the dilute torbie's maw; the sun. The bright ball of fiery gas was strong presence on the moor, with no trees to block it or a river to cool off in.

She hated this- she had been born into a land of waving grass kissed golden by the sun. She slowed to a halt, sensing the presence of someone else. She then caught sight of a azure eyed she-cat, whose appearance registered the same time her emotions did. Worry, a smoldering hate for someone -not the one she was worried about- swirled into a colorful aura, intertwined with color flashes. "How are you?" she meowed, voice low and soft. Her beryl eyes flashed with emotion, but she fought it down.