The Eterna

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[attr="class","nomistake"]It was a continuous journey. Trekking across the clan's territory, meandering between the Clans' motherland and Emerald City, he'd been completing his way around. The lanky, atramentous tomcat struggled to remain in one place, feeling that it was too unsafe to do so. Few cats in the metropolis appreciated Scorchrunner's presence, while others stared or threatened to bombard him. One feline, in particular, relished everyone's company, which had been Cascade. She was a young she-cat with the wise mind of an elder. Otherwise, Scorchrunner avoided the city unless she'd been around. Scorchrunner rarely experienced border patrols, constantly praying to StellerClan to let him live. He didn't desire to be chased out by a patrol, not again. Oh, StellerClan, please have mercy today. His thoughts were churned and scattered, unable to identify the overwhelming emotions dividing him from alleviation. Scorchrunner hardly experienced leisure, as his nerves were invariably on edge, raking the exuberance from the oriental sire.

Most days, he possessed a joyous simper, wandering absentmindedly around the land cheekily. However, it was one of his darker days, showered with trepidation and apprehension. Today was the worst day to run into another feline. Scorchrunner was journeying from CoyoteClan's borders, voyaging upstream along The Green River toward EagleClan. The river shimmered an ultramarine pigment in its generous curves amid the verdant woodland behind it. The river brought the sound of mirthful water to the percussion of the canopy overhead. The river is part of the island's community, cascading through the land graciously and monitoring the river in the forest to admire the dappled light cast through the trees. The Green River came in black-green equilibrium, drifting among forest embryones, hollering up to forest boughs. A small smile finally danced across his countenance as he concentrated on the nearly transparent liquid, scrutinizing the gushing waters known as rapids.

Scorchrunner subconsciously hindered his pace as an unfamiliar aroma lingered in his nasal passageways. The ex-warrior was thankful he'd acquired the skills to protect himself, as he'd gotten in countless skirmishes since he was exiled. Scorchrunner was developing more strength, assuming if any CoyoteClan encountered him, they'd only believe his so-called murderer status even more. One day, Scorchrunner hoped that Alderstar would learn the truth about Pecanstorm, his ex-mentor who framed him without a second introspection. The lissom sire halted as he watched a smokey loner, or perhaps rogue, leaping the rocks. Scorchrunner dropped to his abdomen, swallowing thickly as he heard a crunch between his toes. StellerClan, please enlighten me about this pain in the tail of a stick. How inconvenient. The ebony tomcat noted that the other individual had spotted him, Oh ears, how you come in handy, huh? If he could've, Scorchrunner would've veered the other direction to avoid interaction. Dubiously, he rose, approaching the unknown cat. "Ah, well, greetings. I apologize for frightening you, uh," Scorchrunner paused for a moment, crania tilting to the left as curiosity filled his gaze, "What's your name?"

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[attr="class","nomistake"]Scorchrunner observed the siamese with intense, wide amber-brown eyes, swallowing thickly. The tomcat had the visage of the damp pebbles. The innards were a beautiful stone, soft nostalgic browns, outstretching to spirals of amber and oranges under an overcast sky. The outer edge was rimmed in deep umber. Still, the overall effect was of hazel eyes with orange pigments, the brown components being more dominant since they complimented his atramentous fur. He wasn't afraid of the opposing cat; it was more so paranoia that he couldn't entrust the individual. Fortunately, Scorchrunner detected the unknown tom's solitary smell, indicating he wasn't with anyone. The introspection hardly alleviates the lanky jet-black rogue. Perhaps the other contained a companion who intentionally discovered a method to camouflage his scent. Scorchrunner couldn't help but assume so regarding the tom's sinister incidents with Pecanstorm and Honeyspirit. He missed her. Scorchrunner hadn't felt secure around anyone other than his old friend, and it was morbid to think his mentor beguiled him.

The ex-warrior could feel the apprehension radiating from the supposedly diminutive cat. Scorchrunner reckoned he wouldn't be getting into a quarrel today, producing a more enjoyable day than it was moments ago. A minuscule grin decorated the edges of his maw, gazing toward the feline with a delicate, less fierce gaze. Scorchrunner completely exposed his physique, velutinous black fur of silken shadow's breath, summoned of nightingale song, who arrived on silent paws. His movement was in its flow as quickly as the Greenleaf waters harbored the fish. He portrayed a moderately graceful demeanor, displaying a lovable soul. The bachelor didn't dare to settle just yet, because he couldn't confirm Skunk's intentions yet. It was only the beginning of their conversation, and he formulated patience. When the foreign sire revealed his name, Scorchrunner's smile broadened negligibly, although it wasn't a full smile. "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Skunk,"

"My name is Scorchrunner, though, don't be alarmed by the clan name; I am now a rogue," Scorchrunner's vocalizations became quieter, somewhat stammering with his subsequent utter, "For reasons I shouldn't discuss, but I must say I am disappointed." The bachelor inhaled briskly and exhaled as he attempted to subdue his nerves. He shouldn't have mentioned as much as he had, taken aback by his own words. Why did I say that? Scorchrunner shook his crania, recollecting himself as he raised his crania, standing tall as his sleek tail flicked behind him. "You know, you can come to the riverbank. I'm not going to hurt that." Scorchrunner could relate and recognize Skunk's behavior, as he's experienced similar circumstances. "The last thing I need is additional fights."

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[attr="class","nomistake"]Scorchrunner accumulated numerous fights since his exile, despising the violence he's suffered. The bachelor glimpsed around quickly, with slight paranoia stirring in his cranium and throughout his physique. At first, Scorchrunner would spend the entirety of daylight traveling aimlessly to see where his paws subconsciously carry him. A zephyr passed through as he waited for the opposing tom's response in a few moments. A chilly draught of ambiance seemingly clobbered over the waves, bringing a taste of the ocean with it. The dilapidated portion of the shoreline conjured more memories than the pebbles within the sea. It ululated in a low whistle, tossing my furs as roughly as the ocean did at his paws when he'd watch the sun-up or sun-down on the island's coast. It was the feel and taste of home, the place he thrived. Scorchrunner missed the clan life but correspondingly began to adore the solitary lifestyle. There was no in-between; he'd be delighted as a rogue or clanner.

He predominantly journeyed through EagleClan, SaberClan, and Emerald City to avoid CoyoteClan's domain. He was unsure what Alderstar would commence if he'd show his face. Although Scorchrunner wasn't afraid of Alderstar, he was petrified by what the additional clanmates presumed of him. It was unfortunate that he'd been a part of a blame game as he never slaughtered Honeyspirit by any norms. She was his best friend. It simply wasn't something Scorchrunner could bring himself to do. He still had a challenge swallowing the truth, Honeyspirit was forever gone. Upon Skunk's commentary, Scorchrunner shook his crania, "I prefer my paws and pelt stay clean," He huffed, a snort following shortly after, "Violence isn't necessary, in the slightest." He grumbled, gazing at the atmosphere above. Clouds shrouded the sun, causing the glow to dim and wither the shadows that wavered amongst the terrain in luminance. He was uncertain where to take the conversation next, assuming he'd made Skunk uncomfortable or apprehensive.

The siamese couldn't raise his visage to meet Scorchrunner, a soft, silent sigh escaping the oriental's maw. "I'm sorry if I talk too much," Scorchrunner spoke up, vocals gentle and sheepish, "I can get out of your way if you wish." The exile claimed, desiring to dismiss himself from Skunk's presence. In the depths of Scorchrunner's mind, he hoped that Skunk wanted him to stay and get to know each other better. But, only the other individual could deter that.